I've been saying lately how I'm not all that motivated to do better with my weight loss. And this is true. I really don't care right now about losing anymore weight. I'm definitely interested in not gaining anymore at least. I've decided that what I need is incentive rather than motivation. A year ago I joined weight watchers and I promised myself that when I reached my 10% weight loss goal I would buy myself some knee high boots. I'm very picky about my shoes these days and I want some that are comfortable and good for my posture. Essentially, I want really expensive ones. So this is a big deal. Well, I have yet to reach that goal. There was a point when I was only 4 pounds away. Now I'm 9 pounds away. At any rate, I have yet to achieve it, and I have long forgotten about my reward. But now that I want my reward again, I have a reason to work toward it.
So I am going to start tracking again beginning tomorrow. I have my weigh in tonight so I'll know what I'm in for better. Tracking is so very difficult! I find myself getting stressed out about going out to eat anywhere that I don't have a pre-planned meal worked out. I can't be that on top of it. I just don't function that way. So maybe I need a set game plan like salads only to have enough of a limit that I don't sabotage myself. Of course, this sucks, but it's easier than trying to sit and figure out how many points I could possibly be eating. This is where the diet kicks in I guess. The funny thing is that every time I order a salad, I'm always so surprised at how much I like it and I don't regret not ordering the burger or entree that I was debating about at all. Funny how that works. Funny how I know that and I still hate ordering salad.