I had an important revelation at Weight Watchers tonight. Or, rather, an important revelation was pushed onto me. I skipped the meeting last week because I had to work late. Even though I knew that I wasn’t going to see any love from the scale tonight, I forced myself because I needed some serious tough love from my WW leader, Maria.
I didn’t feel like participating so I sat in the back. The topic of the day was asking our food if it was worthy of us (aka what questions can you ask yourself before eating something). Recognizing my silence, Maria called me out and asked what questions I ask myself when presented with food choices.
“Really? You’re asking the girl who ate pretty much an entire batch of cookies this weekend?”
And all of a sudden, I was no longer hiding in the back. From a discussion of the original reason why I chose to bake cookies (because I was pre-menstrual, stressed out, avoiding my paper, and craving sugar) to the ways I could have avoided eating the whole batch (knowing that I *could* freeze them, *could* bring them to work, or *could* have purchased a single serving treat is not the same as having any interest in doing those things), Maria eventually said something horrible:
“Becky, maybe you shouldn’t bake.”
I’m sorry, what? I shouldn’t bake?! I love baking! I love baking cookies and pies and muffins and biscuits and… and… I have a bookmarked website for mini eggnog cheesecakes that I’ve been meaning to try!!
I also love eating raw dough (yes, I know it’s got raw eggs but after 28 years of eating raw dough I’ve never been sick, SO THERE). And I have no self control when it comes to sweets. I’ve never had self control when it comes to sweets. If it’s got a sugar base, then servings don’t exist and it’s more than ok to eat EVERYTHING.
“Becky, how many cookies did your boyfriend eat?
“Um… maybe three?”
“And how many did you eat?”
“Um… no comment. Except that there were no more cookies after 24 hours.”
I’m an adult, yet I don’t know how to say no to baked goods. So, even though I almost cried in tonight’s meeting, I think Maria might be right. I think that I might need to retire from baking.
I’ll still bake for special occasions… But only when I’m not taking it home at the end of the night or there are guests to take the leftovers home with them. And it’s not like I’m not allowed to eat baked goods – I’d obviously never give that up – I’m just not allowed to bake them for myself.
I’m super sad about tonight’s revelation, but in the end, I know that it’s for the best. Sigh. At least I still have my crock pot.
What have you had to give up for your weight loss goals? Or, to keep up with tonight’s main WW topic, what do you ask your food before you choose to eat it?