Weight Watcher Blues

So I've signed up for online Weightwatchers. That's weight watchers with no meetings. No cheering. No commiseration. No public humiliation. Just me and my computer. So far it's been good. I joined Saturday. What I have learned about my own eating behavior is worth every penny of the sign-up. I eat junk in the afternoon, and one hershey's kiss costs me more more points than an entire tub of salad mix. And I've been eating hershey's kisses by the bag for months. (They're small, I reasoned. I only eat three or four a day, I rationalized. What could they hurt? Well, I've gained 20 pounds in a semester. I guess they hurt.)

But WeightWatchers promises me a way to end all of this flab drab depression. I'm doing the plan, I'm eating my 26 points worth each day and feeling pretty good. I actually ate fruit yesterday. Who knew it was actually good? So why the blues? Did you know that a small (I was being good) Sonic chocolate malt is FOURTEEN (14) points? That's more than half of my daily allotment. And I didn't check the count until after I ordered and consumed the malt. Oh, woe is me. Why did I need that sugar pick me up before taking my last final exam? Was it worth it? Did the sugar high help me remember a few more points of trivia so I could get that all important A? I certainly hope so. Cause I'm going to be feeling it tonight when the family eats pizza and I eat green salad with light dressing. On the side.