Poor Wizard. Two weeks ago, I joined Weight Watchers, and I’m giving it a month to see if I can make it work. Wizard is being super supportive because he knows how much I want to do this. So he’s fine with that, willing to eat whatever I make, etc.
But now my conversational skills have, well, narrowed. I see the world in terms of points. That’s how this program works–foods are assigned points, and I’m allowed so many points in a day. But I get “extra credit’ points for exercise.
Here’s some conversation snippets:
Wizard: “So what kind of cake are you making for middle son’s birthday?”
Me: 9 point a slice lemon pound cake.
Wizard: Do you want BBQ ribs for dinner?
Me: “How many points is that? OMG, I have to look up the points!”
Wizard: I think I’ll have a drumstick.
Me: You mean the 8 point drumstick in the freezer or the roasted chicken leg that’s 4 points?”
Wizard: I need a beer.
Me: 5 point regular or 4 point light beer?
Wizard: I’ll be in the garage.
While on the touring the Midway Ship, we walked all over, including tons of steep stairs.
Wizard: More stairs?
Me: These aren’t just stairs, they are extra credit points!
Wizard: There’s a brig downstairs Witch. Bread and water only.
Me: Bread has a lot of points.
Wizard: Fine. I’ll lock myself in the brig. Later.
So yeah…poor Wizard. On the other hand, he’s naturally slim and that’s just totally annoying. And wrong. Sigh.
So any bets on how long I’ll last on Weight Watchers? We all know what a chocolate fiend I am!