Halloweekend Fail

We had an awesome Halloweekend, filled with friends, football and fun. Unfortunately it was also filled with fat. Lots of it.

In my mimosa-induced delusion, I devoured an unquantifiable amount of a concoction we began affectionately referring to as “man dip,” named for one of the husbands who made it. It was a sinful creation of sour cream and cream cheese, topped with taco sauce, cheddar cheese and bacon. As odd as it sounds, it was delightful … and addicting. And gosh darn it, I just needed one more bite. Just one more. I promise this will be the last. Then another. Then another empty promise. And so on.

So, the next day, I calculated up my Weight Watchers points, knowing full well that the number I was about to tally represented an ungodly amount of awfulness. As suspected, it was huge, but I was dismayed to find it was three times my daily points threshold.

Wow. Talk about an epic fail. On top of all of the other calories I consumed, “man dip” put me over the edge. Three days worth of points. THREE.

No wonder Americans are so grotesquely overweight. We turn a blind eye toward our snacking, thinking that because it’s not a “real meal” that it doesn’t really count. We love our food, and we’re downright ignorant about what kind and how much of it we consume. And even when we know it’s bad, sometimes we choose to just ignore it.

I knew the “man dip” was bad. But I ate huge quantities of it anyhow. The word “Willpower” popped into my head several times, but alas, it was of no use. The lady who leads the Weight Watchers meetings in Wamego always says “Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels.” My tastebuds beg to differ, but my logical self knows it’s true.