No More Hot Dogs!

My sons like hot dogs. So do I.

My sons can control how many hot dogs they eat. Unfortunately, that is an area where I am lacking (so far).

My sons were in town this week. So was I. My sons bought hot dogs and left them in the refrigerator when they went home.

This can be a scary combination once we take a look at the formula:

So, you know what I did?

No More Late Night Eating

I don’t believe black and white statements, such as the title of this post, are ever helpful. I also believe they are rarely accurate. However, I bet — if you’re like me and seem to go crazy right before bed time  — a title such as that got your attention and I think this post will be of use to you. So, what better way to bring you in?

I’ve said consistently that if I went to bed five minutes earlier, I be 50 pounds thinner.  Just last week, I fell asleep on the couch (something I rarely do) and when I woke up to go to bed, made a quick 400 calorie pit stop in the kitchen. I mean, what’s that all about?

So, anyway, at our last WW meeting, we’re discussing visualization (which WW likes to call "Mental Rehearsing"). One of the members in the meeting, who’s doing very well these days, had just received an award for losing 35 or 40 p0unds. As I’m prone to do, I asked her, "So, what’s changed for you?"

She said, "I’m controlling my late night eating."

"How?" I asked; after all it’s my duty to spread the knowledge. "Please share."

$4 a Scone?!

Traveling brings its own set of "eating adventures."

Not only is it more difficult to eat in a healthy fashion but don’t you find it irksome what hotel restaurants charge? They call us "guests" but the prices they charge treat us more like we’re captives. After all, if you don’t eat at the hotel eatery, and nothing else is nearby, you really are hostage to what they charge. Since so many lodging establishments are located along interstates, one could say it’s a legitimate form of Highway Robbery.