This is Tenn's DH, Serona.
It's two weeks into my first ever "real" diet. You can read HERE about how I started Weight Watchers (now for MEN). And the results are mixed. (Don't worry you say. everyone goes through ups and downs you say) BOSH. My weight is actually doing just fine, thank you. Actually, it's doing great. I started at 250 and unless we got a new "self-esteem scale" then I've lost 14 pounds. (That's like a Chipotle Burrito -
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm Chiiiiiiiippoooooooootleeeeeeeeeee. Excuse me while I mop up my drool).
The biggest thing I've learned is portions. Basically what you and I used to put on our plates is about a week's worth of food. You know that one time you read the food label on the side of the cereal box or the pasta box or Twix wrapper and you see things like "serving size: 1/4 cup" or "serving size: 1 bar" and you scoffed? "Who measures out individual noodles? Who would only eat 1/4 cup of Mac and Cheese?" You would wonder this or even say it aloud as you shovel snow-shovel quantities of the cheesy or chocolaty goodness into your mouth. (Ok, maybe I'm projecting here. I know I would say that!) Well I have the answer: People on Weight Watcher!
I've become a portions Nazi. "Sorry, Tenn. You gave me two spaghetti noodles too many." "No thanks, I shouldn't have another helping of that conference food catering. (grumble grumble grumble). I'll just have some more ... WATER." Yeah. water. It's so filling and wonderful (NOT!)
Still the results don't suck.
Now I'm off to Asia for a lengthy business trip. The diet will provide me with a good excuse to not try the octopus eyeballs and snake wine. We will see how well portion control works overseas. They're all so skinny over there (seriously, when was the last time you saw a FAT Asian? Never? Yeah, thought so.)
So, while I may still be grumpy daddy sometimes, at least now I'm not-as-fat-as-i-used-to-be-grumpy-daddy.
Until next time. Cheers.