I Had S’mores For Dinner Last Night…

And when I weighed in this morning I was down 1.2lbs!!!

Yes, 9 points on s’mores may seem excessive to some, but you need to indulge. And count your points for said indulgences.

There was a time, long ago, where I’d throw days like yesterday down the drain. Not count points. Declare it a free day. Eat everything in site.

But I realized… Who is that hurting most?

Yep, me.

I was my own sabateur. My own worst weight loss enemy.

But now I hold myself accountable for what I eat, even if it means dipping into my weeklies. Even if it means logging points for a peanut butter binge.

And yet I STILL lose weight.

Holding myself accountable makes me more cautious of what I eat.  Like last night… I had 9 points of s’mores. I could’ve had more. I could’ve came back in the house and ate a full dinner. But I didn’t. I ate some free veggies, drank water & called it a night.

One of the many reasons why I love WW.

Fondue = Fundue. And 33 Points

As a pre-birthday lunch, TheHubs took me out to TheMeltingPot.

OMFG.

We did the 3 course (cheese fondue, salad and chocolate fondue).

OMFG!

The cheese fondue… Was freaking awesome. We got the gruyere one and I ate almost all of the veggies and about 1/2 the bread. The veggies in the cheese were actually better than the bread.

Then the salads…. Pretty meh. I mean, it’s a salad.

But then…

OMFG!!

CHOCOLATE!

AND CHEESECAKE!!!

Yes. Very well done TheMeltingPot. Very well done. The chocolate dippers were awesome. Graham cracker covered marshmallows = ingenious.

After we left there we did another 1.5 hours of walking in the mall. I didn’t even think about points until we got to the car.

I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was regret, anxiety and graham cracker covered marshmallows.

I logged my walking first. A modest 12 points earned.

Then came the meal…

11 points for the cheese fondue.
5 points for the salad.
19 points for the chocolate fondue.

Total=33 points.

Thank goodness it was an awesomely decadent meal.

I Fought The Donuts, and…

I won.

I was running a few errands to day, picking up theHubs’ father’s day dinner of pizza-goodness, and decided to make a pit stop at Dunkin Donuts. I went in and was disappointed they didn’t have his favourites (the manager’s special – peanut crusted donuts), so I got him 2 chocolate glazed ones.

And it crossed my mind.

He doesn’t know I was stopping at DD.

He doesn’t know about the chocolatey deliciousness that is sitting in a brown paper bag on my passengers seat.

DONUTS.

Before I pulled out of the parking lot I stared down the bag, half contemplating throwing it in the garbage. I picked up the bag, looked at it, folded the top down and put it back on the seat.

I knew the points on that bad boy. 7 glorious points of chocolatey cakey goodness. 7 points. I barely had enough for my pizza. And I dipped into my weeklies already on Saturday, so I was trying to be good.

I left the parking lot feeling jubilation. Which, in my opinion, is much better than the heartburn I would’ve suffered for the 30 minute ride home.

And I got on the highway and I swear, the damn bag talked to me.  I ignored it. Turned the radio up.

I pulled into the driveway, 2 donuts still in the bag.

Not tonight, Dunkin Donuts. Not tonight.

chelleyschoe 1. DD 0.

Fatass Reasoning: Because not all points are created equal

The other day I saw a bag of Hershey’s chocolate chips peeking out from behind some spices in my baking cabinet. My first instinct? Open the bag and eat myself into a delicious chocolatey coma.

What did I really do? I cut open the bag & ate a handful. 6 points worth of chocolate. Was it worth it? Nope, not for 6 points.

The next day I opened that same baking cabinet to grab cinnamon for my yogurt and I swear the open bag of chocolate chips spoke to me.

“Eat me!” They screamed.

So then I sat back & thought… Yes, I could keep eating the chocolate. The expensive points per handful chocolate.  Or…

I could bake 3 point cookies!

Yes. That’s where it’s at… 3 point cookies. It’s just your basic chocolate chip cookie dough – no special things. Classic Fatass reasoning right there!

So I made the cookies – weighed out the dough into 1 oz balls (I almost did .66oz balls which would’ve been 2 points each), which are pretty decent sized cookies.

I waited as they baked – they smelled delish! It was hard not diving into the batter that was waiting to be cooked – so I prerolled the cookies. Can’t eat it then! I also, once done balling the dough, filled the mixing bowl with water so I couldn’t eat the scraps of doughy goodness that clung to the side of the bowl.

I was good – didn’t taste the batter (too much 😉 obviously I snuck a small taste to make sure it was good. I also waited til TheHubs got home & we had dinner to have my 2 cookies.

Those 6 points of cookies were far better than the 6 points of pure chocolate. Going to show you not all points are created equal.

The Valentines Day Chocolate Massacre

I kind of eluded to this in my first blog post… as the main reason why I decided to get serious about my weight loss. So I’m going to elaborate on that fateful day that was laden with chocolate and sugar. And coffee.

 

That morning, on February 14^th, 2013, I decided to embark on a little adventure that I’d like to call “The Valentines Day Chocolate Massacre”. I don’t know why, it just felt right at the time.

 

As I opened my baking cabinet, I stared at the 2 bags of chocolate chips and tub of dipping chocolate. I got excited.

 

I started first with chocolate covered pretzel rods. My favourite! I melted the dipping chocolate – and I HAD to test it. Even at 9am. It was awesome. AWESOME. I dipped pretzels, and of course had to taste them, for quality assurance. They were ah-freaking-mazing.

 

I put those in the fridge to set, then went about making the  chocolate mousse… yes, chocolate mouse. It was easy to make, like whipped cream with chocolate. And yet again, I played the role of quality inspector. So delish!

 

Satisfied with the mousse, I put it in a bowl in the fridge and set up to make the white chocolate bark for the garnish.

 

I melted the white chocolate, and again, tested it. I love me some white chocolate. But I started to feel sick. But, being the trooper I am, I trucked on. I made the bark, put that in the fridge to set up, next to the chocolate covered pretzels and the mousse.

 

My fridge started to resemble the Chocolate Factory. And I started to resemble one of the oompa loompahs.

 

Then came the cupcakes. Sadly, they had no chocolate. But still, I had to taste them so that they’d pass the quality inspection. I wasn’t happy with them, they tasted more like muffins. So I had to taste one from each of the 4 batches of 6 that I had made. Each one less appealing than the last.

 

At this point, my diet for that day had consisted of chocolate, pretzels, sub par cupcakes and more chocolate. Oh, and a cup or three of coffee.  A diabetics dream.

 

Then it was frosting time. Butter, sugar and , yes, melted chocolate. Again, I tasted it. By this time, I think I was entering a sugar coma, as I wasn’t able to really taste it. So I shoved another spoonful in my mouth.  I stared at the bowl, feeling the need to either vomit or sleep. Or both.

 

Then I looked at my son, sitting in his rock and play in the kitchen with me, watching me intently.

 

I cried, spoon of frosting in hand.

 

I had reached my chocolate rock bottom.

 

I felt sick, tired, and defeated.

 

By chocolate.

 

It wasn’t til I was awoken at 3am on the 15^th that it really hit me. Hypoglycemia. I had finally crashed. And it sucked.

 

I vowed right at that moment while I had my head resting on the toilet seat, that I would never ever ever do this again.

 

And that is the story of the The Valentines Day Chocolate Massacre.