Are you going to eat that?

Today marks the end of week one for my public humiliation diet. And while my guess is that you aren't sitting with baited breath to find out how the week went, you going to hear about it.

So I mentioned that I'm a carb addict, right? If you aren't positive of what that is, imagine a person who will sit down with a box of croutons and eat the ENTIRE box if allowed, because -- ummmm, they are garlicky, and bready and crunchy and OH MY GOD WHERE ARE SOME CROUTONS?!?!?!

Whew. Close one. Good thing I through those damn croutons away. Anyways, because of said addiction, I knew the best way to get myself back on the healthy eating wagon was to get rid of all those carbs in my life. So I started doing South Beach. I know everyone has a feeling one way or another about carbs (and frankly, I don't want to hear them), but the point is, I needed to do something to get that craving out of my system so I could make healthier choices. I'll eventually add back in more healthy carbs but right now, I'm sticking to the straight and narrow and consuming all my carbs through veggies, beans, etc. and not through delicious chips, bread and pasta.

And while it hasn't been easy (ummmm, Kate? You left a nice big helping of cheesy potatoes on your plate. You don't want those? Drool.) I stuck to it most of the week. You can even see my very high-tech tracker to PROVE I did it.

I know it may be a bit difficult to read-- but each day I weighed myself, and wrote down a notation for when I didn't eat carbs, and when I didn't drink wine (another vice I am missing like the devil, but think of all that SUGAR!!) You'll also notice on Friday I gave myself a big FAIL grade. That is because I went to a friends house and promptly drank two bottles of wine and ate a bag of potato chips because OH MY GOD FOOOOOOOOOD and BOOOOOOOZE.

But, despite my cheat day I am down SIX pounds this week. Can I get a WOOT, a WOO HOO, a HOLLA or any combination of the three? What a great motivator, to see that number on the scale go down. But my other big motivator? Pampering myself.

I don't often take the time to relax and spend money pampering myself. Manis, pedis, massages, waxes -- all part of my pre-baby existence.  But it is something I dearly miss. So I devised a system for keeping myself on track. Each time I make a notation for no wine or no carbs I get a point. I have to get eight points a week for FOUR consecutive weeks (confusing yet? Yes, I make things difficult, so what, its MY system) and then I get a reward of a spa service. And momma NEEDS a spa service. Specifically a facial that can make me look 5 years younger.

So, that was week one. It already is becoming a long post so I'll post later about some of the recipes and stuff that helped me stay on track this week. But admit it, you are impressed. I am an impressive dieter. HOLLA!

Weight: 152