I am so freaking hungry right now, I can't stand it. I just ate a hummus sandwich on a english muffin with low-fat cheese. Only one. I would like seven more.
Yes, I am on Day 2 of Weight Watchers.
If any of you have been on WW before, I am sure you are thinking, "Eat some carrots or cucumbers." or "Whenever I'M hungry, an apple always fills me up.
We all know that is a load of crap. I read somewhere that it takes 21 days of doing something for it to become a habit. Well, I have 19 more days of being completely bitched up before this flaming craving for salty snacks subsides. If I lose 10 lbs in those remaining 19 days, it will have been worth it. If I don't, there will be Hell to pay.
The thing is, I know it works. My husband and I did it two years ago before I got pregnant with Peaches. While I am grateful that he does it with me, I don't appreciate the fact that all he really did the last time was give up drinking beer and lost 30 lbs. in 2 months. I basically survived on oxygen and water and lost 25 lbs. after 4 months.
This time, I have to achieve my goal. I got hoodwinked into going to my 20 year class reunion in two years. I vowed after attending the 10 year reunion that I would never go again. Much too awful. However, my friend Chris really wants to go but only if I go with him. OF COURSE HE WANTS TO GO! He is gorgeous, tan and got a nose job (not that he needed one!)
So here I sit. Hungry. Irritated.
I wonder how my hair would taste with ranch dressing...