Nothing like a vacation...

to sabatage the recent success of your diet. We returned yesterday from a long weekend at the beach. I tried the first day to track my points, but then didn't keep track of my points any more. I did semi-decent. I mean, I didn't go crazy and eat a whole pack of Oreos... I only had three. I had a few drinks (beer, wine, martinis... yum!) and those pack a whole lot of points. We had dessert (cobbler with ice cream). We had hushpuppies (with butter). I didn't walk as much as I should have. I took a couple of strolls up and down the beach and played with my kids in the pool, so I was a little active.

I was pleased today when I got on the scale and I weighed the same as I did when I weighed in last Wednesday. Although Friday is my "official" Weight Watchers scale day. And I know it's not right to weigh in all the time, but I have been stepping on the scale every day. So sue me.

Another Wake Up Call

My husband has been working really hard to lose weight lately. And of course, men always lose faster than women. He's lost about twice the amount I have. And he's been running... I cannot run. At least not yet. I just can't stand to feel the fat jiggle. And I would hate for anyone to see me, so I'd have to run in the dark of night, which isn't very safe.

Anyway... my husband is a big guy. He's really tall - which makes him look not quite as heavy as he is. There was a time that he was more than 100 pounds heavier than I was. And I found out today that he's only a little more than 50 pounds heavier than me. How depressed am I?

So even though I didn't really want to, I took a really long, sweaty walk today (fourth one this week). And I avoided buying any cookies at the grocery store today. Even though I was really tempted. Those Oreos that were on sale were calling my name.