Up 1.4 lbs (7.8 total)
You're right - I tried the pizza. It was nice but it didn't drop me in my tracks, which is a good thing. However, the gain wasn't solely attributable to the pizza. I also spent the week indulging.
Saturday I had Ocean Blues (1 part Vodka, 1 part Blue Curacao, 2 parts Margarita mix, slushy ice, very pretty and oh so tasty) and appies at a get together with the girls from my recent MCBA course; the more I drank the more I ate. Monday I went to a fabulous restaurant (Stage) with my friend Debbie where we split every dish and had some terrific wines followed by an enjoyable evening of theatre at the Belfry. Tuesday night I tried the pizza and on Wednesday I went with a girlfriend from work to the new Bard & Banker pub where we had a delicious cheese plate and a chilled prawn salad. Thursday the scale showed me just how much all of that cost.
It was all worth it though, and I know that not every week of my life is going to be like that. It seems I am being less critical of myself this time through WW. This week's indulgences were tempered with sensible eating and I tracked it all, knowingly putting myself into point-deficit. At the meeting, standing in line waiting to weigh in, I will admit to hoping that the scale still showed a loss but I laughed at myself for thinking it and I didn't crumble inside when the realistic gain appeared. I didn't have that sense of failure that comes from not meeting unreasonable expectations.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Week 4
Down 3.4 lbs (9.2 total)
The Gods are mocking me. Seriously.
Around the corner from me, two short Fairfield blocks, is Pizzeria Prima Strada, and apparently:
Pizza is my bete noir, my saviour, my best friend, my anti-depressant, my demon. All other food is weighed against it: Moules et Frites? or Pizza? Cassoulet? or Pizza? Eggs Benedict? or leftover Pizza? 6 point frozen Weight Watcher Pasta Alfredo? or Pizza.
I know I will succumb, so I have to plan and I have to make that pizzaiolo my friend. I'll have to get a 20 point pizza worked out so that I can use my usual 10 points at dinner plus use 10 points from my weekly stash, and I'll make it an event. I cannot exclude this food from my life or I will feel deprived and eventually, defeated and depressed, I will crave it so strongly that I will eat it 4 times a week, with full Italian sausage and extra cheese.
P.S. Susan, I love you, get well, get strong, see you soon.
The Gods are mocking me. Seriously.
Around the corner from me, two short Fairfield blocks, is Pizzeria Prima Strada, and apparently:
An expert pizzaiolo from San Francisco is training the kitchen staff in the proper art of making Neapolitan pizza. The wood fired oven is working, the doors are open and the owners are very welcoming.I can attest to the open door. My bus stops right in front of it. At 5:00 pm every evening I will get to step off a bus, hungry, tired, and uninspired to the smell of a brick pizza oven.
Pizza is my bete noir, my saviour, my best friend, my anti-depressant, my demon. All other food is weighed against it: Moules et Frites? or Pizza? Cassoulet? or Pizza? Eggs Benedict? or leftover Pizza? 6 point frozen Weight Watcher Pasta Alfredo? or Pizza.
I know I will succumb, so I have to plan and I have to make that pizzaiolo my friend. I'll have to get a 20 point pizza worked out so that I can use my usual 10 points at dinner plus use 10 points from my weekly stash, and I'll make it an event. I cannot exclude this food from my life or I will feel deprived and eventually, defeated and depressed, I will crave it so strongly that I will eat it 4 times a week, with full Italian sausage and extra cheese.
P.S. Susan, I love you, get well, get strong, see you soon.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Week 3
Down 1.6 lbs (5.8 total)
I have two words for you this week: Dim and Sum. If you are ever tempted, don't do it. I discovered that it is impossible to eat these seemingly small objects while counting points. I had a business luncheon and our guest picked Dim Sum as his choice of nosh. I thought to myself "I'll just stay away from the deep-fried ones, eat slowly and in moderation". Thank God I had a plan. Well, it turns out that even the most innocuous looking, rice-wrapped, shrimp-stuffed, two-bites-and-its-gone, morsel is over 200 calories for 100 gms. I left lunch feeling dissatisfied because the most yummy stuff, the deep fried squid and the deep-fried shrimp rolls and the sticky rice packets, were only tasted in passing. When I got back to the office I did some internet trolling to see if there was a calorie chart anywhere for these things. Sure enough Hong Kong's department of public safety (I can see why) had a listing. My moderate, unsatisfying lunch had conservatively cost me around 32 points. The sodium levels were off the charts. So, the next time someone says lets do Dim Sum I am going to invent an allergy to pork and gently steer them toward a fabulous sushi restaurant.
On a happier note I have come up with a quick pasta recipe that has great taste and only puts 9 points in the bowl. I dice about 1/4 cup of sweet onion, 1/4 cup of red pepper, and a 1/2 cup of zucchini, saute them in a teaspoon of olive oil until soft, add dried oregano, a dash of red pepper flakes, and stir. Then add 1/2 cup of commercial marinara sauce (around 60 cals), a dash of red wine vinegar, and simmer. Once the 2 oz. of dried spaghetti goes into the boiling water I add 100 gms of fresh or thawed prawns to the sauce (about 6 to 9 depending on size). Once the pasta is al dente, I drain, put into my favourite pasta bowl, top with the sauce and sprinkle 30 gms of light Feta cheese over the top. Yummy, a sort of Greek prawn dish with a little kick. While I eat it I imagine I'm sitting on the deck of one of those fabulous Greek island houses with Meryl, watching Colin Firth walk up the hill toward me. In my fantasy Abba is still playing but Colin discovers he isn't gay after all!
I have two words for you this week: Dim and Sum. If you are ever tempted, don't do it. I discovered that it is impossible to eat these seemingly small objects while counting points. I had a business luncheon and our guest picked Dim Sum as his choice of nosh. I thought to myself "I'll just stay away from the deep-fried ones, eat slowly and in moderation". Thank God I had a plan. Well, it turns out that even the most innocuous looking, rice-wrapped, shrimp-stuffed, two-bites-and-its-gone, morsel is over 200 calories for 100 gms. I left lunch feeling dissatisfied because the most yummy stuff, the deep fried squid and the deep-fried shrimp rolls and the sticky rice packets, were only tasted in passing. When I got back to the office I did some internet trolling to see if there was a calorie chart anywhere for these things. Sure enough Hong Kong's department of public safety (I can see why) had a listing. My moderate, unsatisfying lunch had conservatively cost me around 32 points. The sodium levels were off the charts. So, the next time someone says lets do Dim Sum I am going to invent an allergy to pork and gently steer them toward a fabulous sushi restaurant.
On a happier note I have come up with a quick pasta recipe that has great taste and only puts 9 points in the bowl. I dice about 1/4 cup of sweet onion, 1/4 cup of red pepper, and a 1/2 cup of zucchini, saute them in a teaspoon of olive oil until soft, add dried oregano, a dash of red pepper flakes, and stir. Then add 1/2 cup of commercial marinara sauce (around 60 cals), a dash of red wine vinegar, and simmer. Once the 2 oz. of dried spaghetti goes into the boiling water I add 100 gms of fresh or thawed prawns to the sauce (about 6 to 9 depending on size). Once the pasta is al dente, I drain, put into my favourite pasta bowl, top with the sauce and sprinkle 30 gms of light Feta cheese over the top. Yummy, a sort of Greek prawn dish with a little kick. While I eat it I imagine I'm sitting on the deck of one of those fabulous Greek island houses with Meryl, watching Colin Firth walk up the hill toward me. In my fantasy Abba is still playing but Colin discovers he isn't gay after all!
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