Twelve times
Yup. I've had 12 good WW days in a row. Do you know what that means? That means in just 2 days I'll have 2 weeks. Considering the Eating Rollercoaster that was December, the possibility of my sticking to my own intentions for 14 days sort of boggles the mind. Well, my mind anyway.
And, wonder of wonders, the Scalegod is still being recalcitrant. He's insisting on 179.0, has been for the last few days. I really think it bugs him that I'm not all freaking out. I mean, except for the first time. The first time I saw 179 I sort of freaked. But the last couple of times it's just a shrug. Whatever.
I've got my eye on 14 now. And I see no reason to stop there . . .
Last night I ended up at a Mexican restaurant for dinner. Yes, the same place I ended up at for dinner the night before. It was sort of a stealth dinner date -- one I'd known was possible but hadn't been fully informed (Eliza, I'm looking at YOU here!) was a definite date until -- oh, about two hours before I was supposed to be there. And obviously, I didn't get a choice about where we went. Still, the company turned out to be very nice and I managed to stick to my points target (though this time I did eat a few of the chips, I just made sure to count them).
It just wasn't what I was planning to do. When you're (and by "you" I mean "me") trying to choose oh so carefully . . . unplanned dinners out can throw you into a real spin. But it didn't this time. Or rather, I didn't let it this time. I went home afterward and entered everything in to WW etools and came out F.I.N.E.
For those of you playing the home game, that's: Ten Good WW Days in a Row.
In other news, I've got outta town company this weekend and though I'm really looking forward to seeing them, I'm just about socialed OUT. Truly. I'm so tired right now. I just want to go home and crawl in to bed with a book. Instead, I'm on my way out for yet another restaurant meal.
At least this time I get a vote in where we're going. Guess what kind of food we won't be having . . .