I finally decided it was time to shit or get off the pot. So on Monday I went and joined Jenny Craig. Yay. I carted home my pre-packaged, pre-measured food in its fancy-pants carrying bags. I emptied crap out of my freezer that I really should have thrown away months ago, and created a fancy-pants organizational system in said freezer. I read the fancy-pants books ... okay, just the one and just the first section because it all blurred together after a while.
Basically, by 10:00 AM Tuesday morning, after my coffee, Jenny-cereal, measured allotment of milk, and 16 ounces of water, I was feeling pretty damn fancy-pants myself.
I'm completely confident that if I follow the system I'll lose the weight. So tally-ho, system! And that confidence is making me feel smug. I want to titter to the people I pass I'm loosing weight, and be all uber-cocky about it.
Whenever I'd done a DIY diet, I always wonder am I doing it right? did I get the proportion right? is this on or off the list? so I don't feel like I'm losing weight until the scale says so. And the waiting isn't good for my pysche. It certainly doesn't make me feel smug.
But I spent this afternoon away from the apartment. I got in some physical activity, but I didn't take any food with me. I got back home at 5:00 PM and felt oh-so-hungry. I tried to take the edge off of it, but it didn't work -- I just didn't have enough vegetables in the house. I went to the store, came back with $35 worth of fresh produce and started to cook it ... finally sat down to "dinner" at 7:45. Way too late. By that point the rationed food could take the edge off but not satisfy. And the eat-them-until-you're-full-vegetable option? Who the hell wants to be cooking vegetables at 8 or 9 at night?
So anyway. Poor planning on my part and now obsession/hunger is coloring everything. Oh, I'm still pretty damn smug that I'm losing weight, but I'm also pretty damn distracted.
And yes, the food (so far) tastes good.
