Torture

With the wedding fast approaching in 2 months and gaining quite a few pounds from out of control eating and not exercising, I decided to get it together for real this time by rejoining Weight Watchers on Monday.

Ever since I have joined, all I can think about is food. I'm sooo hungry because my body is used to consuming so much food :( I did well the first day and only went over by 2 points, which equaled an extra glass of wine in the evening. Yesterday, I was on track to go over by only 1 point when I had to go to lunch with my boss and the restaurant we went to was devoid of any healthy options. I took a defeatist mentality that night by putting as much reduced fat cheese on my baked potato as possible and then finished off the bottle of wine that I had been so carefully measuring out into perfect 4 oz glasses the night before. I didn't count any points of yesterday, but I know that I went over quite a bit.

Today I've done better, but I'm just craving food and am so hungry. When I was out running an errand at lunch today, I had the windows down and PF Chang's was just taunting me with delicious smells permeating the Fort Apache and Charleston intersection. I would be totally on track today if I hadn't of eaten 6 or so pieces of taffy that someone left on the table in front of my office. I don't really like taffy, but I have picked up a piece every single time that I have walked by. God knows how many points sugar and salt water equal once I tally them.

It doesn't make matters better by the fact that I can barely walk today. I decided to do some lunges and squats yesterday morning with some upper body weight training because I putzed around in the morning and didn't have enough time to go and run. My quads and butt hurt so bad, so bad that I couldn't get out of bed and run this morning which kind of defeats the whole purpose of exercising if you are too sore to continue exercising.

Things must get easier or I think I will die.