NaBloPoMo 27: Fruitlands, or, Apple Slump

OK, people. The kidding around is pretty much over.

Tomorrow is weigh-in day for Weight Watchers, and today, I finally started tracking my points again. For the first time in a week, I wasn't eyeballing portions and kinda/sorta keeping track of what into my mouth--or saying "fuck it" and eating four pieces of pie. This was back on track, and that means tracking: 2 points for this morning's oatmeal, 11 points for this afternoon's egg salad sandwich, and 4 points' worth of wine with dinner.

I managed to keep the total to 26 points. That's a little higher than I'm supposed to go; my daily total is supposed to be 22. But WW gives you five extra points a day, and I decided to go ahead and use them. What the hell--this is detox. I might have had some kind of fit if I went straight from The Pie to a Thousand Places Diet^TM to teeny, tiny little birdy meals.

Or not. But this is a process, you know. I'm not one of those people who says "I want to lose 40 pounds by Christmas." I'm more the type who says: "OK, let's see how easily and painlessly I can lose a dress size or two."

So I'm back on track. And the weird thing is, I already feel better. Remember how I just couldn't overeat on Thanksgiving? Well, I guess this proves that what they've been telling me all my life is true: your stomach really does shrink after a while. I feel so much better eating this amount of food.

God, I really hate it when I come across as some kind of 21st century Louisa May Alcott character on a diet. Go on, you can tell me. I sound like Marmee, don't I? Or Polly in An Old Fashioned Girl?

But I can't help it. It's true.