This is my first week on Weight Watchers. Yes, I joined. Again. So, that means I rejoined. Which means I once lost weight, and I now need to go back again. Grumble. Sigh.
Most of you know that Weight Watchers assigns their members a daily points value. This value is based on your weight and your weight-loss goals. All foods, condiments and beverages are also assigned a points value. You can eat any food items as long as you stay within your points value each day/week. It’s fairly simple and easily trackable with the technological advance on smart phones, etc. I love it and am excited to see my weight drop each week.
Yesterday, I had eaten my lunch. It was a Weight Watchers Smart Ones. Otherwise known as, a quickie frozen lunch entree with assigned points labeled on the box so that I don’t have to think too much on a busy workday! It was actually tasty and filling, but I needed a little more. My savory lunch entree warranted a balancing act with a sweet counterpart. So, off I went to the vending machine in our office break room. As I stood gazing into the vending machine, I knew I could stay true to my goal and bypass the junk peering back at me for a healthier option. I spotted Fig Newtons! “Yayee me!” I thought. I beat the temptation of evil and overcame the lure of an empty caloric-snack. Not to say Fig Newtons aren’t empty calories, it was just the lesser evil. Proudly, I pushed the buttons to order-up the drop for my figs. Mid-push, I said allowed to the machine, “Be damned fattening options, I can do this!” As I watched for my precious figs to release I saw another item fall to the bottom of the machine. A totally different item. The wrong item! It was a Snickers candy bar. What just happened? I leaned my head on the glass window and looked down into the dispensing troth. There on the bottom of that machine lay a Snickers candy bar. Not just any Snickers candy bar. A full-sized, “mama jama.” The queen mother of all Snickers candy bars. Dangit! I didn’t have any more quarters to get my figs. I squatted down and reached through the dispenser door. The door grabbed my wrist and held on to it as if to say, “NO! Don’t do it!” But, I paid for it, so I wrangled that Snickers out of there and walked back to my desk. I’m not going to eat it. “I’m not,” I told myself. “Okay, maybe just a bite. One bite won’t hurt. Right?” I sunk my teeth into that one bite and bit it off kind of intensely. I was upset. I had good intentions. The machine fed me the wrong item. I felt like a mad, crazy person who had been scorned by a Snickers candy bar. The more I thought about the madder it made me. The dang vending machine was out to get me. The Snickers candy bar its accomplice. I’ll show you both, I thought to myself…so, in three bites the Snickers was dead. I mean gone. NOM NOM NOM NOM… GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
I’m not going to say I failed. I’m going to say I had a weak moment of stress over a vending machine snack that was personified by an evil spirit who took over my body and made me eat that candy bar! It is what it is and tomorrow is a new day in which I will try to do better with temptation and the evil that lurks through the office break room vending machine.