On with the show
So I had somehow forgotten that today was a "production" lunch. And that we were going to one of the local Italian restaurants. When I found that out I sort of panicked. I already had my power salad entered in the WW e-tools, fer crysakes. But you know, the best laid plans and all of that.
It's not one of my favorite restaurants anyway. When I'm not paying attention to what I'm eating, about the only thing I like there is the "white" pizza -- basically, pizza crust covered with bubbly fontina cheese. Um. Not an option on this, my 8th consecutive day of good WW-ering. So I studied the menu and found a "salad" -- I say salad in quotes because it was just a bowl full of iceberg lettuce and I'm a field greens snob now so iceberg just doesn't cut it anymore. Actually, there were a few chunks of onion, cucumber, carrots, and radishes, too so it wasn't too terrible. I shook a little red wine vinegar over it and called it good.
And to go with it, I ordered a small tomato and cheese pizza and ate a little more than half of it. It wasn't heavy on the cheese so I'm counting it as 9 points and that's probably a little overcautious on my part.
Then, I came back to the office and broke out the emergency miniature Hershey's Special Dark.
Because the urge to reward myself with food -- even if the reward is for being good with food -- is so deeply ingrained it's ridiculous.
I only had one so I'm still fine, pointswise. But you know?
Sigh.
Eight!
Eight Good Days!! And this morning I weighed in officially at 177.8. That's down 3.6 from last week. That's 0.3 pounds away from a total of 35 pounds lost. That's so close I can taste it.
And it tastes a lot like Laughing Cow cheese with pretzels.
Or maybe that's just what I'm eating . . .
Whatever!