You Say Tomato...

It's really hard to be healthy when you have a baby.
REALLY REALLY HARD.
(Not to mention my husband is a REALLY REALLY bad influence. Sorry honey, you know it's true...)

So in an attempt to lose the baby weight (and then some, OH, and get into those size 6 jeans that are buried at the back of my closet that aren't even in style anymore), I decided to go on the Weight Watchers at home program.

It went pretty well for the first couple of weeks. I actually lost something like 12 pounds. I cheated, but it was way healthier than I had been eating since Ella was born. And then? I don't know what happened.

I'm tired.
Too tired to cook.
Too tired to think about it.
Too tired to be motivated.

Excuses? Maybe. (And did I mention my husband is a REALLY REALLY bad influence?!?)
(Yes, it IS nice to have someone else to blame Heh heh heh).

So the past couple of days I've used an upcoming trip as my excuse. You know, as in, "OH, I'm going on a trip and will eat crappy anyway, I might as well start over when I get back."

So today I visited a local fast food restaurant for a pre-approved Weight Watchers meal CHEAT chicken sandwich (who am I kidding? Of course I had the whole value meal! I mean, it IS a VALUE). Upon ordering, I received a "Do you want a tomato on that?" from the girl at the window. In light of the recent tomato scares, I actually contemplated for a second before I said, "I dunno, is it too scary?" Two managers standing behind the girl visably GRIMACED and looked at each other before one of them said, "Welllllll....we've been approved to serve them again, but..." *shrug* I beamed back a big smile and said, "SURPRISE ME. I feel like living dangerously today" (I almost saw LIABILITY beaming over her head like a neon sign as she hesitated).

In case you are wondering, I didn't receive the tomato. But I did eat every bit of that cheater chicken sandwich.

And, I almost licked the box.