I think my wrist is thinner!

Yeah lovely wrist!!! LOL

I'm mocking weight watchers a lot but actually in terms of food-behavior-modification (no DIET - that's a dirty word) it works really well and I seldom am honestly hungry. And if I am? So I eat something. It's a commonsense approach. They don't have extensive vegetarian options on their online recipes but the good thing about veggies is they're hardly any "points" if prepared properly. I can eat celery until I turn green and can still have a point for a piece of chocolate or glass of wine.

Now.. .Here come the mind games. . .My version of hoarding. . .A dirty little secret I refer to as "point banking." I'm pretty sure point banking is not recommended in WWW (weight watchers world).

It's not rocket science. If I know I'm going to a cocktail party and want 3 dirty martinis with blue cheese stuffed olives for dinner, I'll "bank" the points. . .This seems to create a no doubt detrimental but still emotionally positive feedback loop for me. . .I am rewarded for basically sucking on orange rinds all day long!

Seeing as how I'm 32 and not 22, I'm trying really hard to stop this stupid behavior. If you eat what you're supposed to eat when you need it, chances are you won't feel like eating blue cheese stuffed olives for dinner. (Ok. . .For me that's a really effing bad example because I could eat them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. . .Damn those salty, creamy, juicy, meaty-textured sirens. . .)

So I'm trying to "break the points bank"-ing habit but it's hard. Esp when you're looking forward to a fun weekend with your Mom's family celebrating her birthday.

But thanks to stubbornness and a relative amount of bitchiness (likely due to lack of essential fatty acids), I'm going to for once in my life practice moderation.

Literally, for once in my life. .I'm not sure when that moment will come, but I'll let you know! hahaha. . .

Seriously, I'm no spring chicken. I endure an tremendous amount of stress at work and I do not want to give my dear husband the satisfaction of my early demise (and subsequent string of young lovely perky breasted girlfriends living off my insurance proceeds!). So I'm getting thinner - even if it's just an optical illusion of the wrist at the present - and I'm getting smarter.

I'm focusing on what's really important. I'm focusing on enjoying the present. Even if that currently entails eating the peppermint flavored lip gloss off my lips!