Weight Watchers, here I come?

22 Sep

I’m watching Teen Mom (Gary sucks, Maci rocks), eating Tostitos* (not the baked kind), and checking out Weight Watchers online.  I’m considering joining up.  It feels like giving in to a cult.  Full of cheerful, perky, thin, hungry people.

But I’m definitely at a point of frustration.  I mentioned in my last post walking around Randall’s being pissed off … but I failed to mention how angry I am at myself.  And at my body.  Because it’s just not equipped to live on junk food and maintain a svelte physique.  Shit, it’s not equipped to deal with the occasional snack.  I’m convinced of it.

I was talking to my mom about my food habits lately.  A trip to Whataburger involves me getting a kid’s meal.  Chick-fil-A is usually nuggets, fruit, and a Coke Zero.  I haven’t driven through McDonald’s at all in months.  Basically, I’m not having a double cheeseburger, large fries, and regular soda at every meal.  Far from it.  But my body is clinging to every bit of crap food I put into my mouth, even though there isn’t that much of it.

It sucks.  Hence the anger.  I just want to be able to eat like “normal” people.  I want to be able to have a bag of Doritos in my house without gaining an inch just for walking past it.  And it makes me angry that I can’t do that.

I’m still going to appease my mother and have my thyroid checked.  But chances are, before I even make the appointment, I’ll suck it up and sign for WW.

At least I’m not becoming a Scientologist.

*In regards to the Tostitos, I asked Foster to bring home a bag of baked chips.  He brought chips, just not the baked kind.  I counted out 24 of them when I got home (1 serving, yo), and after a day full of fruit and vegetables, I said fuck it and sat down with the bag of chips.  Emotional eating … I’ve got it down.

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