No More Mrs. NiceGal
I’m here because I’m going crazy. Sweetie came home from hunting this evening and after dinner we cuddled and chatted about our weekends. All of the sudden my brain began obsessing on Hershey’s Cherry Cordial Kisses. I even TOLD Sweetie that “I need to have some Cordials before bed.” Isn’t that a bunch of CRAP!? Grrr… How frustrating! …but I CAUGHT it and THAT amazes me. I’ve been in such a fog concerning food.
Tonight I made dinner for us—venison meatloaf—and I asked Ed to cut it “the way you normally do, I like it that way.” And he did. And that’s what I asked. And then he served me. My guess is that he even served me the smallest cut also, but still, I AM NOT THE ONE WHO DECIDED what piece to take. Is this a pattern for me or has it just come up the past few days? I have got to pay attention to what I am doing. When I looked at my plate, I thought it looked like a massive amount of food. ARGH! And I ate every bit. I had a very small scoop of cranberries—maybe a heaping tablespoon. I had maybe ¼ cup of stuffing, a large scoop of corn (I’m thinking I need that for the digestive issue) and then a slice of meatloaf that was the size of a deck of cards and a half deck. About 1 ¼” thick, and a few inches wide (obviously, baked in a meatloaf pan). I used a small plate (larger than tea saucer), also. I am very conscious to do that to help me with portion control. Geez, I can’t imagine what I would dish up on a regular dinner plate. I’m here to just get this trash out. I’m sick of journaling regularly each morning… I need to journal at different times. For some reason I locked myself into believing a “good journaler should” only journal once a day. As if this is for anyone else but myself? I mean, I know I connect with other people through my blog, but I have NOT BEEN USING THIS journal the way I NEED to. So, here I am—Journaling. If I could make a poison ick-face with arms crossed, I would. I don’t have time to look it up. I’m JOURNALING for crying out loud!
Okay. I feel better.
I’m NOT going to eat those damn chocolates. Satan loses. Heh.
No more Mrs. NiceGal. I’m “Becoming Tawnya”.
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Yay for winning against those cordials!! I think it’s great you used a smaller plate for your meal. Totally gree about being in control of the portion sizes. I admit to being entirely too passive about meal choices in our house. Hope the corn helps out w/ the digestive issue.