My day:
- 8:30 am: Calming a totally stressed-out teen who overslept (as did I) and is now worried about having missed his first period Physics class.
- 9:00 am: Trying on a pair of jeans expecting them to feel looser but can barely pull them past my knees. Relieved to find out they are my son’s, not mine. Phew.
- 9:30 am: Sharing coffee with my neighbor and her two gorgeous kids, ages 1 and 3.
- 10:00 am: Reading the WW web site looking for low-numbered foods, making weekend plans, paying bills and backing up my computer. Then, looking up the value of risotto (not worth it); lamb (worth it); and a slice of apple pie (forget it!).
- 12 noon: Eating miso soup for lunch.
- 1:00 pm: Having hair colored, overdue by at least two weeks.
- 3:00 pm: Buying WW dessert ice creams, already anticipating the fun of eating them... only two points.
- 3:15 pm: Snacking on four shrimp (3 ounces) and buying dinner for my son.
- 4:00 pm: Scouring the net for job opportunities, answering ads, networking, and lamenting on the frustration of doing this and not seeing results. (It's why I like Weight Watchers...you do it; you do it right; and achieving results is a reasonable expectation. Not so with job-hunting.)
- 6:00 pm: Dining in, solo, on spinach and 1/3 pound grilled salmon and one surprisingly satisfying WW ice cream bar.
- 8:00 pm: Meeting friends downtown to see a FREE off-Broadway Horton Foote play, The Chase (one of a million reasons why New York is the greatest city in the world, really).
- 11:00 pm: Writing this blog.
Given the "oh-so-frenetic" pace of the day, it was easy to avoid thinking about the foods I no longer eat.
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