Echoes.

Weight Watchers is a double-edged sword.
It helps you make better decisions (hopefully).
It also allows you to have those things that you crave, although in a much smaller amount than your giant ass used to consume.

After visiting Dallas last weekend and indulging in some cookie cravings, it’s been much harder to count the points with healthier foods.
The cravings are larger and have animal-like sharp teeth that keep ripping at my insides when I catch a whiff of tater tot goodness or juicy cheeseburgers.
I’m not sure why this is the case, as I’ve been battling this particular set of demons for over a month now, but regardless, it is harder this week.

And I’m not hungry.
I’m getting enough (more than) food to keep my body satisfied.
It just contains vegetables.
Or even when it doesn’t it’s a smaller amount than I would like.
I eat two pieces of pizza – I’m full.
But I’d like to eat three because it’s so freaking delicious.  I don’t.  I fight it.
And then the next meal, I’d like an extra bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch,  not green beans and potatoes.
And don’t even forget the chocolate syrup to go with my milk.
Damnit.
The chocolate syrup, oh how it mocks me from the fridge.

Le sigh.

But I continue on.
Forging my battle with weapons of fiber and whole grains. 
A rather flimsy shield against a french fry craving.

Still fiber and grains are good for me.
Or at least Jamie Lee Curtis tells me it is.
And I guess for today, that’s gotta be enough.