We’re a Roadfood family. That means we’re teaching Harry that good food is good food—it doesn’t have to be pedigreed or highfalutin, it just has to taste great and be made with real ingredients. So sometimes we road trip for hot dogs, barbecue, or ice cream, and we keep a battered copy of the book in the back seat just in case we find ourselves in unfamiliar territory. The beauty of Weight Watchers, of course, is that this is completely doable while on-program.
For Father’s Day, my husband and I planned a foodathon hitting some of his favorites: We drove from Brooklyn to Norwalk, Connecticut, for lunch at Swanky Franks, then burned some (admittedly, not many) calories exploring the aquarium there. A quick brownie refuel at Sono Baking Company, then on to New Haven for a game of tag in the park, followed by dinner at Frank Pepe Pizzeria Napoletana. Roughly speaking, a 40-PointsPlus day.
I don’t get 40 PointPlus per day.
But you know what? It’s ok. We had a fabulous time, with minimal whining on the part of the five-year-old. The weather was glorious, the drive was pleasant, and the food was worth every point. (Seriously, never in a million years would I have imagined bacon on a pizza could possibly be that good.) I stopped when I wasn’t quite full, and I was completely satisfied. In the old days—before I finally got my head straight and lost 100 pounds, 15 years ago—I would’ve said I was “bad.” Now I know there’s no such thing as “bad” when it comes to eating.
Sometimes I might overdo it, I might even eat until my stomach hurts, but it doesn’t mean I deserve condemnation. Once I start to think of myself in those terms, it’s a slippery slope to a week-long binge. Plus I really don’t want to raise my son to think of eating, or food, as “good” or “bad”—I want him to understand that certain foods are better eaten in moderation, but that a little bit of any one thing ain’t gonna ruin him. And occasional splurges are to be enjoyed, not stressed over.
This week we’ll eat more salads for dinner. I’ll walk instead of driving or subway-ing, and I’ll take advantage of the early-summer abundance of fruits. Those 40 PointsPlus will even out, and everything will be just fine.
How do you handle it when you overindulge?