I was going to write today that I felt lucky to be having a good week – not so much good, as EASY.  An easy week is one where I just don’t feel overly hungry but I do feel like getting out and moving.  And I consider it lucky because I can’t for the life of me figure out why I feel like that sometimes.

It’s not because I’m disciplined – I don’t need to dredge up discipline during “easy” times.

It’s not because of my good habits or my good thoughts or my  – my anything.  It just all seems to fall into place sometimes.

Did you notice that I said I was going to write etc etc.  Yeah, well.

I don’t know what causes “easy” weeks, but I sure know what ends them.

This morning the husband had to get up at stupid o’clock which made the furry creature think it was playtime and who wants to play all alone so let’s stand on Millie and see how hard I have to smash her skull with mine before she surrenders and gets out of bed.  By my reckoning, about 20 minutes.

So I’m TIRED.  And tired makes me want to feel full.  I don’t understand the connection but it’s definitely there.

And then there’s the continuing winter weather.  COLD makes me want to feel full, especially when I’m tired.

And, finally, I felt obliged to plan for a meal out tomorrow night.  If I hadn’t been cold and tired this might not have been problem -but somehow my crazy switch had been flicked and the process when something like this:

• look for a restaurant that is local, cheap, tasty and suitable for gluten-free friend – never mind low cal.
• find a restaurant that looks suitable except maybe for the low cal bit.
• plan out food for today and tomorrow to see what kind of calories I might have to play with tomorrow night
• panic
• feel resentful
• know that I could easily maintain this week but I’m in losing mode and I don’t want to screw up
• feel more resentful
• feel hungry – eat peanut butter out of the jar.
• feel slightly better but still have the “What the Hell” feeling.
• realise that I do not have it in me to eat very little just so I can eat a lot tomorrow night
• eat more peanut butter – totally unplanned

Now I’m standing back and marvelling at how quickly I can go from “Lucky me” to “Oh crap”.

Aha!

I’ve just realised what flicked the switch:  I’ve committed to going to Weight Watchers on  Saturday morning.   All the negativity is because my WW scale crazies are taking over my sensible mind.

FACT: On my own scales, I’m more than 2 lbs lighter than I was last Saturday.

FACT: I’m not going to gain it all back eating sea bass at a Brazilian restaurant.

FACT: That weight loss might not show on Saturday morning.

FACT: I’m a bloody Gold Member who is several pounds below goal.

FACT: Just when you think you’re sane, along comes a scale moment and WHAM.

FACT: I’m fine now.  Time for a cup of tea.

Sanity restored.  Glad I’ve got this blog.