There are 2 reasons Weight Watchers works for me:
1. I’m forced to be aware of what I eat and assign a value (points) to it.
2. I’m encouraged to exercise because the activity points I earn let me eat more.
I did WW once before – on my PDA with a program a downloaded for free (which WW forced the developer to take off line). This time I’m paying for it and using their online version. Which is pretty decent and does let you look up points for any number of foods and activities.
It’s not listed. Housecleaning is. Hoeing the garden is. As are ax chopping, dancing the twist or lambada, barn cleaning, fencing, hunting (isn’t that mostly sitting in a tree stand and waiting for deer?), paddle ball, snorkeling, hand sawing, treading water and washing the car. But not sex. In any of its euphemisms.
It’s exercise. It should earn me more food points.
As should being a mum. Can I count hauling a 25-lb baby around as weight lifting? Or playing with him on the floor as wrestling? (I wonder if that’s even listed…yes, competition wrestling is on the list.) I can tell you that after a few trips up and down the stairs holding onto a squirmy baby, my heart rate is elevated.
In any case, I seem to be squarely back on the weight watching, point tracking, activity checking wagon. I was very tempted to stay off the diet after my few days of garbage plate and carrot cake eating fun. But, even though some guy in a van whistled at me yesterday while we were on our walk, there’s still a bit more jiggle in the trunk than I’m happy with. Almost there. Might as well go all the way.