Food is my frenemy

So I've joined Weight Watchers again. I do this periodically, when the numbers on the scale creep past my personal Do Not Pass Go line. I have about thismuch willpower when it comes to food and about 99% of that is used up sticking to my vegetarianism. So...yeah. Food is my frenemy.

I really like Weight Watchers. Once I settle into the system and get myself onto a food routine, I'm rarely hungry and never tortured. Also, it's great at teaching portion control and steering you towards healthier foods, like fruits and vegetables.

It does have at least one negative side effect, though. I'm really, really bad at sharing now.

I was eating some potato chips last night--another thing I love about WW, which is that you can theoretically eat anything you want as long as you "pay for it" with your points. I do *not* do well with deprivation diets. But back to the chips. So I'm eating the chips and I go put something away in the pantry. I turn around and see my husband chewing.

Me: @.@ DID YOU EAT ONE OF MY CHIPS?!!?
Ben: O.o Yeaaaah...
Me: WTF??? I paid 3 points for those! I intend to eat every single freaking one! NO MORE! NO MORE FOR YOU!!!

At that point, I'm pretty sure I ran to the counter and hovered over them protectively until they were gone. *sigh* Something else to work on, I guess. ;)

Tonight we're off to have dinner with a former work associate of Ben's. The dinner itself won't be a problem. I've already scoped out the menu and allotted the necessary points. I've even got Tupperware stashed in my purse to scoop half of my entree into as soon as it hits the table (temptation is NOT my friend). What I'm really looking forward to is the Chocolate Raspberry Mocha-tini. Oh yeah, baby. Sixteen points--over half my daily allowance--and worth every single one. ;D