I just ate a pint of ice cream.
Haagen Dazs Caramel Cone. All 1120 calories and 70 grams of fat of it. It's all in my belly.
Wanna know what else is in my belly?
An entire bag of Riceworks Sweet Chili brown rice crisps. All 700 calories and 30 grams of fat.
Thank God I had corn on the cob and only 2 slices of Kashi Mediterranean pizza for lunch. And spaghetti squash with marinara and a leafy green salad (no dressing) for dinner.
What's my problem? It's my mind, that's the problem. My vacation is coming to a close, and I know that tomorrow I have to get back on the wagon. Eating a little more while Hubs and I were away wasn't so bad, given the amount and intensity of the activity we were doing every day. But since Friday I've done nothing but paint our fence and get on the treadmill once.
NOW I'm a little worried for Friday.
All my fault though. We move on, right? Tomorrow's a new day. Felt like I had to confess my "sins" somewhere though.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Sweet Victory!
Folks, I have been jumping out of my seat for several days. Seriously...it has been just freakin' GLORIOUS.
You wanna know why?
Because on vacation, Hubs and I hiked the Tuckerman Ravine trail (one of the trails that leads to the summit of Mount Washington) up to the Hermit's Shelter for fun. Yes...for fun. We did a 2.4-mile rocky hike - 2.4 miles completely uphill, I should add - for shits and giggles. We gained 1800 feet of elevation over 2.4 miles, which is pretty intense. We did it for 3 reasons: 1) We're hiking to the summit of Mount Washington (4.2 miles - the remaining 1.8 miles after the Hermit's Shelter on the trail is straight up boulder-climbing) this August with Hubs' brother and a few of his friends. 2) It was a REALLY beautiful day and we knew the view from the top would be worth every step - plus, we had done a 2.5-mile hike with a 2100-foot elevation gain two days prior and were proud that we accomplished it. We wanted more! And 3) we wanted to see if we could beat our old time. We hiked Tuckerman 2 years ago in a Mount Washington summit attempt. I was 75 pounds heavier and hadn't exercised since college. It took us 3.5 hours to get to the shelter, and took another hour or two to get one mile up the boulder climb. A mile into that climb we had to turn back because it was getting too late - we weren't making good time.
We weren't making good time because I had to keep stopping. I had to keep stopping because my body physically couldn't take the exertion. I was wheezing, my muscles were aching, I was nauseous, I was dizzy. Looking back, I have to say that it was a wonder I did as much as I did. I told Hubs as we were hiking this time that the only thing that probably allowed me to even be able to hike for 6 or 8 hours straight was that I was really active and strong throughout high school and college. My fat was hiding a pretty good amount of muscle. This may be all that helped me, but I guess I'll never know. Because God knows I wasn't working out or training or anything up until that point. And that wasn't the only hike we'd done...I'd been able to complete some pretty tough ones when I was a chubbly gal. But the Tuckerman Ravine hike was the one that broke me. LOL
This time?
2 hours, 10 minutes. An entire hour and 20 minutes shaved off our time from 2 years ago. Holy shit...I can't express to you how thrilled I was. Really!!! At the beginning of the hike I said to Hubs, "I'm going to say this will take us 3 hours," and that was my mindset. I stuck to that. As we were hiking, Hubs was checking his altimeter, saying, "We're getting closer..." At one point he said, "The shelter should be right around this corner." I said, only half-joking, "Mike, don't lie, please. We have an hour to go." And he said, "No we don't."
I turned the corner and saw the most amazing sight in the world for that moment. The shelter. In all of its pine tree-surrounded, blue skied, snowy peaks everywhere glory. I laughed. It was pure joy for me right then. My mouth hung open for about a full minute, and I was just giddy. I turned to Hubs and said (and pardon my French please...take it in the spirit in which is was intended), "I am f*cking tickled pink right now."
And I was. And I was proud as hell. We did a really intense hike...one that I had associated with no good memories...simply for the fun, for the effort, for the view. No other reason. And it was SO FUN. We laughed on our way up, we joked around, we enjoyed the scenery. Hubs said, "When we go home, look at the pictures and watch the videos from this hike two years ago so you can see how miserable you were then. This is a great victory for you, beautiful."
He was so right.
Stay tuned...next Friday is my post-vacation weigh-in! I ate a lot on vacation, but we hiked HARD for about 4-5 hours a day. I'm not worried.
Happy holiday weekend!
You wanna know why?
Because on vacation, Hubs and I hiked the Tuckerman Ravine trail (one of the trails that leads to the summit of Mount Washington) up to the Hermit's Shelter for fun. Yes...for fun. We did a 2.4-mile rocky hike - 2.4 miles completely uphill, I should add - for shits and giggles. We gained 1800 feet of elevation over 2.4 miles, which is pretty intense. We did it for 3 reasons: 1) We're hiking to the summit of Mount Washington (4.2 miles - the remaining 1.8 miles after the Hermit's Shelter on the trail is straight up boulder-climbing) this August with Hubs' brother and a few of his friends. 2) It was a REALLY beautiful day and we knew the view from the top would be worth every step - plus, we had done a 2.5-mile hike with a 2100-foot elevation gain two days prior and were proud that we accomplished it. We wanted more! And 3) we wanted to see if we could beat our old time. We hiked Tuckerman 2 years ago in a Mount Washington summit attempt. I was 75 pounds heavier and hadn't exercised since college. It took us 3.5 hours to get to the shelter, and took another hour or two to get one mile up the boulder climb. A mile into that climb we had to turn back because it was getting too late - we weren't making good time.
We weren't making good time because I had to keep stopping. I had to keep stopping because my body physically couldn't take the exertion. I was wheezing, my muscles were aching, I was nauseous, I was dizzy. Looking back, I have to say that it was a wonder I did as much as I did. I told Hubs as we were hiking this time that the only thing that probably allowed me to even be able to hike for 6 or 8 hours straight was that I was really active and strong throughout high school and college. My fat was hiding a pretty good amount of muscle. This may be all that helped me, but I guess I'll never know. Because God knows I wasn't working out or training or anything up until that point. And that wasn't the only hike we'd done...I'd been able to complete some pretty tough ones when I was a chubbly gal. But the Tuckerman Ravine hike was the one that broke me. LOL
This time?
2 hours, 10 minutes. An entire hour and 20 minutes shaved off our time from 2 years ago. Holy shit...I can't express to you how thrilled I was. Really!!! At the beginning of the hike I said to Hubs, "I'm going to say this will take us 3 hours," and that was my mindset. I stuck to that. As we were hiking, Hubs was checking his altimeter, saying, "We're getting closer..." At one point he said, "The shelter should be right around this corner." I said, only half-joking, "Mike, don't lie, please. We have an hour to go." And he said, "No we don't."
I turned the corner and saw the most amazing sight in the world for that moment. The shelter. In all of its pine tree-surrounded, blue skied, snowy peaks everywhere glory. I laughed. It was pure joy for me right then. My mouth hung open for about a full minute, and I was just giddy. I turned to Hubs and said (and pardon my French please...take it in the spirit in which is was intended), "I am f*cking tickled pink right now."
And I was. And I was proud as hell. We did a really intense hike...one that I had associated with no good memories...simply for the fun, for the effort, for the view. No other reason. And it was SO FUN. We laughed on our way up, we joked around, we enjoyed the scenery. Hubs said, "When we go home, look at the pictures and watch the videos from this hike two years ago so you can see how miserable you were then. This is a great victory for you, beautiful."
He was so right.
Stay tuned...next Friday is my post-vacation weigh-in! I ate a lot on vacation, but we hiked HARD for about 4-5 hours a day. I'm not worried.
Happy holiday weekend!
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Late Again!
I'm late posting about my Friday weigh-in again, but that's because I'm lazy. ;) Friday morning I woke up feeling puffy and bloated thanks to my period, so I didn't expect much when I got on the scale. Good thing, because I was 225.4. Ugh! 1.4 pounds up from last Friday, although to be fair, I ate like a cow last weekend. But also, I was feeling more bloated than usual because of my period, so I decided to hydrate really well all day ad stay away from sodium as much as I could. Then I re-weighed myself on Saturday morning with much better results. I always get on the scale three times for an accurate number, and on Saturday morning I got 223.8, 220.6, and 217.6. Three REALLY different numbers, so I decided to stick with the 223.8 for my official number. Not fantastic, but it's still a loss from last Friday! I know it's not much, only 0.2, but it's something. I guess I won't be meeting my mini-goal of under 220 before we leave for vacation on Wednesday, but I'm not going to complain. I feel amazing and I look damn good! LOL
On Friday I fit into a pair of linen pants (with NO stretch) that I've never been able to fit into before. Two weeks ago I tried them on and they zipped and buttoned, but I didn't feel really comfortable in them. On Friday they fit beautifully. I love this.
Happy Sunday!
On Friday I fit into a pair of linen pants (with NO stretch) that I've never been able to fit into before. Two weeks ago I tried them on and they zipped and buttoned, but I didn't feel really comfortable in them. On Friday they fit beautifully. I love this.
Happy Sunday!
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Fat Fingers
Oh my. I am retaining so much water! But first, my official weigh-in on Friday gave me a weight of 224. Not bad! It's certainly not a huge loss, but it's a loss nontheless and I'll take it. Especially considering that I ate quite a bit of food the weekend before, and a little bit into the week. Most notably, I had ice cream two days in a row - Sunday and Monday, and Monday I had a delicious pasta dinner at my in-laws. But that's all over now, and I dropped 0.2 pounds.
Now, this Friday I may not be so lucky. Here's the thing. On Friday, it was someone's last day at work and some "kind" soul brought in a tray of muffins. I truthfully only had about a 2-inch piece of a muffin. That was very good. Hubs and I went out for dinner later that night, but I didn't overindulge too badly.
Saturday, however, was my sister's 18th birthday. Big day! So big, in fact, that I celebrated with a bagel for breakfast, pizza and French fries for lunch, the biggest piece of thickly-iced birthday cake that you ever did see, and then I came home to enjoy some Doritos and another little bit of birthday cake.
This morning I woke up and my engagement and wedding rings are barely moving. LOL I feel gross, but not gross enough to not have a piece of cake for breakfast, plus some Doritos at around 9:30 AM. Who does that? Really, who eats Doritos in the morning? I do, apparently. And I can't believe I offered to take a piece of cake home with us yesterday! Gosh, how ridiculous. It's just so damn good.
Today we'll be celebrating Mother's Day with my in-laws (yesterday we celebrated with my mom), and said celebration will include an Italian feast and dessert of some kind.
We all have to live a little, right? I may not be thrilled on Friday, but it is what it is. Life happens, and sometimes I want to enjoy it with food. So sue me. ;)
Now, this Friday I may not be so lucky. Here's the thing. On Friday, it was someone's last day at work and some "kind" soul brought in a tray of muffins. I truthfully only had about a 2-inch piece of a muffin. That was very good. Hubs and I went out for dinner later that night, but I didn't overindulge too badly.
Saturday, however, was my sister's 18th birthday. Big day! So big, in fact, that I celebrated with a bagel for breakfast, pizza and French fries for lunch, the biggest piece of thickly-iced birthday cake that you ever did see, and then I came home to enjoy some Doritos and another little bit of birthday cake.
This morning I woke up and my engagement and wedding rings are barely moving. LOL I feel gross, but not gross enough to not have a piece of cake for breakfast, plus some Doritos at around 9:30 AM. Who does that? Really, who eats Doritos in the morning? I do, apparently. And I can't believe I offered to take a piece of cake home with us yesterday! Gosh, how ridiculous. It's just so damn good.
Today we'll be celebrating Mother's Day with my in-laws (yesterday we celebrated with my mom), and said celebration will include an Italian feast and dessert of some kind.
We all have to live a little, right? I may not be thrilled on Friday, but it is what it is. Life happens, and sometimes I want to enjoy it with food. So sue me. ;)
Friday, April 30, 2010
Taste o' Lard
Well, I have done it again. It seems miraculous! I'm down 1.2 lbs this week to make me a not-so-obese 224.2. Victory! In case you've forgotten, my mini-goal is to be under 220 for our May vacation. This gives me 20 days to lose 4.3 lbs, which is just about 1.5 lbs a week. It's a tall order, but not unreasonable, so I hope I can make it.
Now onto the good stuff...
Today I did something that I have never done. Never. Never ever, as in, never in my whole life. Are you ready?
I threw away half of a brownie.
I know, folks...I know. Try to breathe. Breeeeeathe.
Here's what happened. I had an awesome day today for reasons I can't quite go into yet lest it backfire on me. But anyway, it was a good day. So what did I do? Well, I decided that I was going to give myself a food treat. (Which, by the way, I think is perfectly, perfectly acceptable. It's no more damaging to treat yourself with a cookie than it is to treat yourself with a massage. I just don't see food as my enemy anymore.) I went to a Borders that was by the spa where I get my pedicures - another exciting part of my day. I LOVE my monthly pedicures! I planned on reading, but I definitely wanted a chocolate-y pastry of some sort first.
When I got up to the register, the brownies looked more chocolate-y and yummier than the cookies, so I went with that. Oh, but before I go into my brownie experience, let me tell you what I witnessed. There was a very homely, kind of wreck-y, older woman in front of me ordering a latte. The boy at the counter asked if she wanted regular or sugar-free syrup. The woman contemplated this for a moment and then, with a huge sigh, said mournfully, "Ohhhh...I'll go with regular........" And kind of trailed off. It was so weird. Then he asked if she wanted full-fat, 2%, or skim milk. She did the same sigh and again in a said, forlorn voice, said, "Ohhhhh....full-fat, I guess......" Pause. "Sometimes you just have to go all the way to get the flavor...." Sigh. It was like listening to Eeyore. Seriously. Just order your sugary, fatty drink and own it. Period. If you want it, you want it. Just drink it. If you feel that guilty about it, then don't. It'll just torture you later. And don't make excuses for what's going in your mouth to perfect strangers. That's a sure sign you're going to hate yourself in about 15 minutes when all that's left are the crumbs.
So ANYWAY. I marched up to the couter and said, "I want that brownie right there," and I pointed to the one that was the biggest and had the most chocolate chunks in the top. When the boy gave me my bag I was pleased to feel the heft - this was going to be a spectacular brownie.
I went and found a chair in a quiet corner where I could enjoy my newly-purchased yumminess and read a magazine. The first thing I noticed when I took the brownie out of the bag was that it was slippery. That might gross some people out, but to me, slippery = buttery, so I was excited. (Hey, I like butter. I was almost 300 pounds last year...of course I like butter.) I couldn't wait to bite into it and get a buttery, chunky mouthful.
Well.
What I got was a lard-y, completely unchunky mouthful. Those chocolate "chunks" on top were deceiving because they were paper thin, and that brownie tasted like goddamn Crisco. I took one more bite to make sure my mouth wasn't playing a trick on me; when I got that lard taste again, I knew I had to stop.
But here's what's weird. A few months ago I would have just kept eating that brownie, lard or not. I would've justified it by telling myself I paid for it, so I shouldn't waste it. (A whopping $2.09!!! *GASP* There are starving children in China! Whatever. It's two bucks, not a life's fortune.) I would've eaten the whole damn thing, and then afterward I would have been totally and completely disgusted. I would have been full of Crisco and I would have hated myself, but I still would have eaten it. Because that's what food addicts do - we eat food that's dropped on the floor, that's too salty, that's too bland, that's too cold, that's too hot. We have no discrimination whatsoever. It's food? Then it belongs in our stomachs. Period.
Not anymore, folks. Because I threw away half a brownie today.
Now onto the good stuff...
Today I did something that I have never done. Never. Never ever, as in, never in my whole life. Are you ready?
I threw away half of a brownie.
I know, folks...I know. Try to breathe. Breeeeeathe.
Here's what happened. I had an awesome day today for reasons I can't quite go into yet lest it backfire on me. But anyway, it was a good day. So what did I do? Well, I decided that I was going to give myself a food treat. (Which, by the way, I think is perfectly, perfectly acceptable. It's no more damaging to treat yourself with a cookie than it is to treat yourself with a massage. I just don't see food as my enemy anymore.) I went to a Borders that was by the spa where I get my pedicures - another exciting part of my day. I LOVE my monthly pedicures! I planned on reading, but I definitely wanted a chocolate-y pastry of some sort first.
When I got up to the register, the brownies looked more chocolate-y and yummier than the cookies, so I went with that. Oh, but before I go into my brownie experience, let me tell you what I witnessed. There was a very homely, kind of wreck-y, older woman in front of me ordering a latte. The boy at the counter asked if she wanted regular or sugar-free syrup. The woman contemplated this for a moment and then, with a huge sigh, said mournfully, "Ohhhh...I'll go with regular........" And kind of trailed off. It was so weird. Then he asked if she wanted full-fat, 2%, or skim milk. She did the same sigh and again in a said, forlorn voice, said, "Ohhhhh....full-fat, I guess......" Pause. "Sometimes you just have to go all the way to get the flavor...." Sigh. It was like listening to Eeyore. Seriously. Just order your sugary, fatty drink and own it. Period. If you want it, you want it. Just drink it. If you feel that guilty about it, then don't. It'll just torture you later. And don't make excuses for what's going in your mouth to perfect strangers. That's a sure sign you're going to hate yourself in about 15 minutes when all that's left are the crumbs.
So ANYWAY. I marched up to the couter and said, "I want that brownie right there," and I pointed to the one that was the biggest and had the most chocolate chunks in the top. When the boy gave me my bag I was pleased to feel the heft - this was going to be a spectacular brownie.
I went and found a chair in a quiet corner where I could enjoy my newly-purchased yumminess and read a magazine. The first thing I noticed when I took the brownie out of the bag was that it was slippery. That might gross some people out, but to me, slippery = buttery, so I was excited. (Hey, I like butter. I was almost 300 pounds last year...of course I like butter.) I couldn't wait to bite into it and get a buttery, chunky mouthful.
Well.
What I got was a lard-y, completely unchunky mouthful. Those chocolate "chunks" on top were deceiving because they were paper thin, and that brownie tasted like goddamn Crisco. I took one more bite to make sure my mouth wasn't playing a trick on me; when I got that lard taste again, I knew I had to stop.
But here's what's weird. A few months ago I would have just kept eating that brownie, lard or not. I would've justified it by telling myself I paid for it, so I shouldn't waste it. (A whopping $2.09!!! *GASP* There are starving children in China! Whatever. It's two bucks, not a life's fortune.) I would've eaten the whole damn thing, and then afterward I would have been totally and completely disgusted. I would have been full of Crisco and I would have hated myself, but I still would have eaten it. Because that's what food addicts do - we eat food that's dropped on the floor, that's too salty, that's too bland, that's too cold, that's too hot. We have no discrimination whatsoever. It's food? Then it belongs in our stomachs. Period.
Not anymore, folks. Because I threw away half a brownie today.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Almost Forgot!
Friday came and went and I forgot to post the results of my weigh-in! I am down to 225.4; that's 72.8 lbs down from my high weight of 298.2 Ain't that some sh*t.
You know, it's funny...I never realized how crappy I felt when I weighed that much. I didn't notice it until after I'd lost about 30 pounds. Then I kept thinking to myself, Good Lord...you were a mess.
I couldn't walk up the stairs without getting winded or having the muscles in my legs hurt. I'm not talking about a lot of steps, either - I'm talking about the 15 or so that are in our house. At one of the hospitals where I worked, there was a shuttle to take you from the parking lot to the hospital entrance. I took that shuttle every day. I would wait 15 minutes for it if I had to but I certainly wouldn't think of walking, because if I did I would be sweaty by the time I got to the door, even if it was 50 degrees out. Now when I'm at work (at a different facility), and the guy in the tram stops as I'm walking to the door - a good 10-minute walk, by the way - I tell him, "No, it's okay, I'll walk." And I'm so grateful for the exercise and the fresh air, and I'm so happy that my body can do it. It's as if I know that I can do it, so I should. And that's so awesome.
Some of my shoes used to hurt my feet. I told myself that they were lousy shoes, but really it was just that either 1) my feet had gotten too chunky for them or 2) there was just too much damn weight pressing down to wear those shoes and be comfortable. Try teetering around on 3.5-inch Kate Spade high heels when you're almost 300 pounds. The heels of those shoes are tiny little areas...I don't think they're meant to support that much weight. I'm picturing a stick trying to support a boulder... I wonder why they didn't snap in half. (Now they feel wonderful. You get what you pay for!)
I had a bag of clothes I was going to donate, and I added to the bag weekly. Shirts that were too short, too small, too "tuggy", or "just not right anymore". I kept marveling over how they'd all shrunk in the dryer somehow, despite the fact that I'd been washing and drying them for months. But all of a sudden they shrunk. Of course. That had to be it, because it definitely couldn't have been the fact that I was just too fat to wear them anymore.
The lies we tell ourselves...man. We're so self-protective sometimes that it's astonishing. Anyone on the outside would be saying, "Psst, Nicole...the reason you can't fit into that large t-shirt is because you weigh 300 pounds. You need an extra large, darling." But I was saying, "No, really! Gap is just making their clothes smaller!!!"
Amazing.
Happy weekend!!! :D
You know, it's funny...I never realized how crappy I felt when I weighed that much. I didn't notice it until after I'd lost about 30 pounds. Then I kept thinking to myself, Good Lord...you were a mess.
I couldn't walk up the stairs without getting winded or having the muscles in my legs hurt. I'm not talking about a lot of steps, either - I'm talking about the 15 or so that are in our house. At one of the hospitals where I worked, there was a shuttle to take you from the parking lot to the hospital entrance. I took that shuttle every day. I would wait 15 minutes for it if I had to but I certainly wouldn't think of walking, because if I did I would be sweaty by the time I got to the door, even if it was 50 degrees out. Now when I'm at work (at a different facility), and the guy in the tram stops as I'm walking to the door - a good 10-minute walk, by the way - I tell him, "No, it's okay, I'll walk." And I'm so grateful for the exercise and the fresh air, and I'm so happy that my body can do it. It's as if I know that I can do it, so I should. And that's so awesome.
Some of my shoes used to hurt my feet. I told myself that they were lousy shoes, but really it was just that either 1) my feet had gotten too chunky for them or 2) there was just too much damn weight pressing down to wear those shoes and be comfortable. Try teetering around on 3.5-inch Kate Spade high heels when you're almost 300 pounds. The heels of those shoes are tiny little areas...I don't think they're meant to support that much weight. I'm picturing a stick trying to support a boulder... I wonder why they didn't snap in half. (Now they feel wonderful. You get what you pay for!)
I had a bag of clothes I was going to donate, and I added to the bag weekly. Shirts that were too short, too small, too "tuggy", or "just not right anymore". I kept marveling over how they'd all shrunk in the dryer somehow, despite the fact that I'd been washing and drying them for months. But all of a sudden they shrunk. Of course. That had to be it, because it definitely couldn't have been the fact that I was just too fat to wear them anymore.
The lies we tell ourselves...man. We're so self-protective sometimes that it's astonishing. Anyone on the outside would be saying, "Psst, Nicole...the reason you can't fit into that large t-shirt is because you weigh 300 pounds. You need an extra large, darling." But I was saying, "No, really! Gap is just making their clothes smaller!!!"
Amazing.
Happy weekend!!! :D
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
The Ugly Truth
I can't lie to you. I am HUNGRY today. I woke up hungry, which is really not something I ever do. I usually wake up just wanting coffee, and the whole breakfast thing doesn't even hit me until about 2 hours later. But today I woke up with a growling stomach. Like, for real.
I'm trying to figure out why but I haven't so far. Hubs and I did go out for dinner last night, and I did leave stuffed, which didn't make me all that happy. But no matter, it's just one meal. The point is, usually when I've had a big dinner I'm even less hungry for breakfast the next day.
Could it be because it's that time of the month? Sure, I suppose. Happens to a lot of women. It has not, however, been something that typically happens to me. I'll find myself wanting certain kinds foods more, like salty things, but I'm not really hungrier. Today though, the hunger is not my friend.
Despite this, I've done very well. I even came home and ran for 30 minutes even though I detested the idea. I had a yummy Purple Monster after working out, and I've got an Amy's Vegetable Lasagna in the oven right now that will be done in 30 minutes. (Our microwave is being shipped. Hallelujah!) This is all wonderful, so let me not tell you that there were maybe two handfuls of sour cream and onion chips (loaded with MSG) in the pantry, and they were screaming my name so loud I thought I was psychotic, so I ate them. Let me not tell you that. It's not going to ruin my day - I keep my calorie count from 1200-1500, and I will end up closer to 1500 today than 1200. So it's not going to kill me. But that behavior...that stupid, instant gratification kind of behavior...I've got work to do.
Damn you, addicted brain!!! Damn you!
(Happy Wednesday!)
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The lovely and successful Barbara over at The Pound-a-Week blog was kind enough to comment on my before and after photos. You're super sweet, Barbara. :) Thank you!!! And I'm glad you like it over here in my tiny little blog world, because I like it in yours as well. Thanks for the feel-good comment...you motivated me to post today!
I'm trying to figure out why but I haven't so far. Hubs and I did go out for dinner last night, and I did leave stuffed, which didn't make me all that happy. But no matter, it's just one meal. The point is, usually when I've had a big dinner I'm even less hungry for breakfast the next day.
Could it be because it's that time of the month? Sure, I suppose. Happens to a lot of women. It has not, however, been something that typically happens to me. I'll find myself wanting certain kinds foods more, like salty things, but I'm not really hungrier. Today though, the hunger is not my friend.
Despite this, I've done very well. I even came home and ran for 30 minutes even though I detested the idea. I had a yummy Purple Monster after working out, and I've got an Amy's Vegetable Lasagna in the oven right now that will be done in 30 minutes. (Our microwave is being shipped. Hallelujah!) This is all wonderful, so let me not tell you that there were maybe two handfuls of sour cream and onion chips (loaded with MSG) in the pantry, and they were screaming my name so loud I thought I was psychotic, so I ate them. Let me not tell you that. It's not going to ruin my day - I keep my calorie count from 1200-1500, and I will end up closer to 1500 today than 1200. So it's not going to kill me. But that behavior...that stupid, instant gratification kind of behavior...I've got work to do.
Damn you, addicted brain!!! Damn you!
(Happy Wednesday!)
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The lovely and successful Barbara over at The Pound-a-Week blog was kind enough to comment on my before and after photos. You're super sweet, Barbara. :) Thank you!!! And I'm glad you like it over here in my tiny little blog world, because I like it in yours as well. Thanks for the feel-good comment...you motivated me to post today!
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