276 Good food

I've writing this today while I wait for the tortilla chips to cook and then I'm taking an early nap. I'm clearly better but tired.  The backed corn ships are great--I've also made a spinach dip.  The good food is something I really enjoy when I'm trying to eat right. Paradoxically, because there is so much that is restricted, I have to go out of my way to cook all kinds of yummy things that aren't restricted so I can survive with some kind of happiness and the result is very happy indeed--the food is MUCH more satisfying and appealing and fun than when I just eat whatever.  When I eat whatever I quickly fall into a rut.  I fall into ruts with WW too, but they are a little more diversified.  This week I'm counting points carefully and so I have chips in the oven, a spinach dip in the fridge and plans to make date bars for mornings (super yummy).  I haven't figured out dinner tonight because it's leftovers--probably goulash and salad, but for lunch I'm having 30 chips, up to 1/4 of the dip (unlikely I'll eat that much), some clementines and some roast beef sandwiches on homemade sourdough bread. 

The thing I keep forgetting is WHY I'm doing this? This is such a no-brainer, but I honestly forget that eating right will result in lower numbers on the scale, smaller clothing sizes, better skin, lower counts on things like cholesterol and lots of other wonders.  I forget this because when I think of losing weight I'm usually thinking of dreams--being a size 10, weighing 155--not having this problem anymore. I forget that if I count my points and exercise this week, I might see 184 on the scale, and that is an exciting number! Not all of the clothes Dave got me 2 years ago look good yet---but it's almost there.  SO--I'm not counting points just as a meaningless exercise in frustration, but because I want the results that it brings me.  Maybe I should chant that like a mantra.