Tomorrow I am going to Weight Watchers, or, as I affectionately think of it, Fat Club. I have no expectations of a weight loss, even though I know the kindly receptionist will be concerned that I am not eating enough. If only she knew about the week I've had: Chinese food, pizza, candy... not bingeing, just a general lack of being careful to count points and a week where exercise was impossible.
I'm not going to the meeting for a weight loss, I'm going to think of it as a reset button. I know next week will be similarly busy and there still will be no time for exercise, but I'm going to try to plan my meals more carefully and take better food to work for snacks.
The thing is, I'm still having trouble adjusting to my new life. I'm feeling ragged and frayed at the edges. I miss my ten-minute walk to work and working on a campus full of people who knew me. So the energy to focus on dieting is not really there.
What I really want is a week's vacation, preferably somewhere warm with no computers or cell phone service. Actually, I'd settle for a week at home and a pedicure.