No stats for me this week. I’m away from home and tried to weigh myself twice this morning. If the Wii Fit is to be believed, I’m down 7.5 pounds. Somehow, I can’t seem to trust that one. And the only other scale in the house is a busted and ancient analog scale. While it ended up roughly where I expected to be, it’s so small that I can’t make out one pound here or there, and I don’t entirely trust it. So, no stats to report.
I haven’t been good about counting my points this week. I’m not at home, I don’t have my usual tricks and supplies at my disposal. And, since Friday’s foot surgery (it went fine), I am at best hobbling around the kitchen and not that capable of making my own food.
That said, I think I’m doing OK. Why? Because I’m at home with my mom. I’ve written before about my food issues with regard to my mom. It’s hard not to feel like a teenager when I’m in my mom’s house, and it’s the same with food. I feel like she’s judging every choice I make.
Well, for this trip, I’ve decided to embrace my mommy-and-food issues. The other night, for instance, she made short ribs and mashed potatoes. I had my foot up, so she brought me a plate. Two small chunks of meat and a scoop of potatoes. Definitely less than other people were taking for themselves. I finished it (OMG delicious!), and was still kind of hungry and, had I been able-bodied, definitely would have gone up for more. But there was no way I was going to ask my mom for seconds. So, instead, I chugged more water, and I was fine.
No, my mother isn’t trying to starve me. But whether she means to or not, I know she watches every bite I put in my mouth. And it does drive me kind of nuts. But for this trip, I’m just letting it be. I figure, if I can’t quite count the points the way I would at home, I’ll at least use the built-in portion control that is my mother.
Anyways, maybe I’ll try the Wii Fit again next week and see what the change is from one week to the next. I know the “actual” number won’t be correct, but it’s something. I’ll be back to my home scale after Christmas…
Hey! Maybe that big ol’ lump you had removed was 5 pounds and you lost another 2.5 on top of that with your mom’s “help” *grin*
and geez. 2 stingy chunks of meat? I feel for you.
By: Nancy on December 9, 2008
at 11:33 am
Glad to hear you’re on the mend. Take care and do what you can in regards to WW. I think your attitude sounds perfect!
Speedy recovery!
By: Darrah on December 9, 2008
at 11:43 am
Wow! It’s always so interesting to read about your food/mommy issues. Goodness knows, my mom and I have our weight-related issues, too (every time I see her, which is often, I brace myself for a weight-related comment), but she always heaps food on my plate. She’ll be like, “You need to eat!” one minute, and then “Have you put on weight?” or “That type of dress really makes your butt look big” the next. I can’t believe your mom only gave you a couple pieces of meat and one scoop of potatoes! Well, good for you for making her “help” work in your favor … what else can you do, right?
By: Beverly on December 9, 2008
at 5:43 pm
My family sounds a lot like Beverly’s – one minute, my, how much weight have you gained since we last saw you and it helps to eat cereals and small meals for dinner to have another helping and a second and third piece of dessert the next. It’s very tricky and often leads to nasty holiday incidents… and with Xmas just around the corner, that means more good times. Awesome. Can’t wait to hear how much weight I’ve gained this year!
By: wwmbt on December 10, 2008
at 12:24 am