What's the plan, Stan?

"I'm actually no, I'm not a planner. I wouldn't say I'm a planner. I would say I'm a kinda fly by the seat of my pants gal. You know moment to moment, yeah that's me, that's...yeah." - Vivian Ward, Pretty Woman.

Okay, so we know that's definitely NOT me. I am a planner. I would like to think I have moments of letting go and not needing to know the next course of action, but generally speaking, I like to know what the story is, morning glory.

That being said, it's Friday, ya'll. And I have yet to establish my plan of attack for the weekend. I have scheduled my blog time for Saturday and will be near computers on Sunday so just need to make the effort BUT here's the more important portion of the planning: What am I going to eat? Actually, what am I NOT going to eat?

Tonight, low-calorie dinner. Brush the teeth. Read - if needed. Tomorrow, my day isn't completely planned out so I will need to rely on my inner voice reminding me of that bridesmaid dress. Lunch is up in the air as well as dinner. I should schedule a walk. Take The Doo (my niece) with me and solidify the Michigan Fight Song lyrics. Some call it brainwashing, I call it allegiance. She's even got the fist pump down (she's two.)

Sunday, it is a gathering of my family wherein there is ALWAYS way too much food. And for those of you who haven't have the privilege of attending an event wherein my mother provides the fare, you have NO idea. I invite more people to our events without permission from my mother so we don't waste food (focus on the no permission part of that statement - I invite the additional guests because I want them there -I don't tell my mother so she doesn't make MORE fixins'.)

Sunday, we are having beer can chicken. That is my focus. Unfortunately, I doubt we will have a vegetable. How does that happen? Not the point, I suppose. Or is it the point?

Do we get to place any blame on anyone else for our struggles? (Point of clarification: Up until April 30, I struggled. Now I'm on a journey.) Where is the cutoff between how we are taught to eat and what we teach ourselves? Is there a cutoff? Yes, it's call ACCOUNTABILITY.

I will bring a bag of frozen veggies and just make them. Veggies and beer can chicken. Perfect.

Here's the kicker. And Pringles has something with this jingle, "once you pop, you can't stop." It's the "appetizers." I'm an all or nothing kind of girl. I am DEFINITELY not one of those people that can have one cracker with cheese and not make multiple trips back to the tray. BUT I am one of those people that if I don't touch it, I won't touch it.

Don't start, Jennifer. You can't stop. If ever you find the will power to eat only two bites, great. Until you do, recognize the weakness and stick to your guns. (Just like the bagels at work yesterday, didn't eat one. Maybe once the dress fits.)

So my plan for this weekend is to find healthy MEALS. No snacks. This is a recurring theme, right? Find the behavior most detrimental to your weight loss/maintenance/control goals and eliminate it. Evening snacking morphs into weekend snacking then back to the evenings. Well, NO LONGER.

Walk, walk, walk until you can kill it on an elliptical machine again (I have some back issues).