I was doing so well on Jenny when I remembered that once a month, I have a class that caters breakfast and lunch. I started to panic and then I pulled it back. "I can do this," I thought as I strolled by the chocolate donuts, blueberry muffins, croissants, bagels and orange juice.
I had placed an anytime bar and a piece of fruit in my bag so while the other students ate the goodies from the caterer, I ate my Jenny food and I was cool with that and then there was lunch. I smelled the aroma of lunch before I saw it and I got a little nervous. As I walked up to the server, I smiled and said, “I am on Jenny Craig so you are going to have to shake about three quarters of that spoon back into the tray and give me a little bit." He smiled and did exactly as I had suggested. The other servers heard what I had told him so they were ready for me when I got to them.
My lunch plate consisted of a cheese enchilada which I did not eat because I am not too fond of anything with just cheese in it...wait...I do love grilled cheese sandwiches so I take that back. Anyway, I did not eat the enchilada; I only took one or two small bites. Then there was the salmon in a sauce and it was about the size of a mushroom cap. I am not a big fish eater (because I have a phobia about choking on fish bones), but I loved the taste of this little fish thingee. Next, there was salad which I ate sparingly because of the sweet sauce on it. I had no issues with the rice so I introduced it to my stomach . Last, but not least...the peanut butter cookie. The last time I broke it in half, ate one half...and then the other half. This time, I didn't bow to the formality because I knew I was going to eat the whole cookie. I broke off small pieces until it was gone. All in all the process went well. I drank water and I was satisfied.
As a matter of fact, I had to force myself to eat dinner and the snack later. I am proud of myself for being able to eat out without inviting disaster. I feel proud when I tell people that I am on jenny Craig. I feel so much better now that I am putting myself first.
OK, I said I was going to wait to post this, but I can't stand the suspense. Last week’s weigh-in was …uh…not so cool for me after having lost only 2.3 lbs. In my blogs, I write that we should celebrate the little victories, but I have to admit that I was not very happy. "I can lose 2.3 lbs by taking off my tennis shoes," I thought to myself. Well, this week, I didn't walk for the three days it rained in Los Angeles, but today and yesterday I walked a longer distance. My neighbor who weighs a third of what I weigh tried to power walk me into a coma.
At my last meeting, I was 311 lbs. I just stepped on the scale tonight because finding out at the weigh-in didn't work for me last week. I said I didn't have expectations, but I did...high ones. Anyway, I step on the scale and it says...wait for it...299!! OMG! I remembered that the tile floor in the bathroom takes a more accurate read so I took the scale there and it said 301 lbs. What? I gained 2 lbs walking from the kitchen to the bathroom? It doesn't matter because I can do the math and there will be no 2.3 lbs lost this week.
My mind started to race. Should I skip dinner or walk or what? I didn’t want to gain any weight between now and tomorrow. Then I remembered that skipping meals is how I got to be over 300 lbs in the first place so I will eat everything before I go to bed. I will definitely post tomorrow and let you know how it went. Wish me luck! Oh that's right, I don't need luck, I'm on Jenny Craig!!