It is a beautiful winter day, about 6 inches of light bright snow came down overnight. I am about to head out for a snowshoe on my favourite bay, then will head home to do my homework. Right now I am hanging out at Sailorboy’s home. He left for work very early and since then I have been lounging around the fireplace, reading Vanity Fair and drinking exotic coffee.
I know that d** scale would be moving in the right direction so much faster if I didn’t have wine almost every night. I have adopted an after work ritual (keep in mind sometimes I work 10-12 hours, so this can happen anytime between say 7 and 10): pour a big glass of wine, make a cheeseplate ( 2-4 oz, and a nice variety), settle into the easy chair and read the newspaper funnies. Then wander around the house for a bit, and cook whatever meat I want to eat that evening. I rarely have a full meal in the evening, you know, a plate of different food groups all ready at the same time. I try to get all the plant food during the day.
So my challenge is to replace the wine with herbal tea, during the month of Feb. Keep the ritual, just modify it slightly. Fingers crossed!
Stalled a bit on the family TBL challenge, but at least the scale is not going back up! I know Son #1 is not taking it seriously yet, he’s a young male and can probably lose 10 lbs in a week by walking an extra 10 minutes a day, but I will try to give him a run of it.
So far part of my mission for the day (stay in pjs as long as possible) has been accomplished. It is 2pm and I am finally dressed for the day. I have to go to the hardware store to solve a nagging door problem, and pick up some pet food. Oh, the glamour of the single life…lol.
Guess what? I can feel my ribs! Ok, still way in there somewhere but I swear I can feel them!
My plan for this weekend = low key. It is very cold, so when I head out in a little bit I will be wrapped up like the Michelin man. This will probably discourage any long outdoors snowshoe tomorrow. Second, Sailorboy is working all weekend so I am on my own, and if I have my way I don’t think I will get out of my pjs until I absolutely have to. Third, despite that, I do have to go into work for at least 8 hours over the weekend, to get caught up and prep for possibly being on jury duty all next week.
My parents are coming to visit next week so I have to clean out the spare bedroom. I think that actually will be very satisfying. A concrete accomplishment.
Now the plan is: laundry, What Not to Wear, and a long walk through the frigid night. Although the full moon is mesmerizing.
Also, I might cook a real meal tomorrow. Y’know; meat, veggies, all at the same time…
Back on that loooong sloooow slide…watching the numbers change little tiny bit by little tiny bit. D*** scale.
It’s about 8:30pm and because of various urgent things over the last few days I have a ton of work I need to do tonight. It is a long day, and tomorrow will start early.
It is sometime between Sat & Sun - middle of the night ramblings. This has been a very demanding week - as the head media person I had to take the heat for a major decision by my employer and it was not fun. Even when you think you are doing the right thing it is hard to see yourself named as a villain in the news. Good training if I ever decide to go into politics, I guess. (Joke… Sigh.)
Today Sailorboy was teaching me how to use board kite - have you ever watched those people surfing behind a kite? Same idea, but instead of a surfboard I was being dragged over a frozen lake. Very fun, once I got the hang of it. Then we came home and had a nap - hence the middle of the night rambles. He’s in bed but I am walking in circles. I would watch a movie but I can’t figure out which of his SEVEN remotes works the dvd player.
Also totally blew the low-carb thing - AGAIN. A day frolicking on the ice = hot chocolate. So no point even tracking the day, I will pretend it didn’t happen and secretly hope the exercise cancelled out the food debacle.
Ok, I think this bloat is due to stress-induced lack of sleep and a wicked period. Really wicked. I am going to have to get checked out cause this can’t be normal. I am close to scaring myself.
My face seems to look thinner and trust me it is the only part of my body that does. Next will be the bust, of course just to emphasize the pear shape and then maybe my fingers will shrink. IF I am lucky.
But at the end of the day - because today was weigh-in day with Son #1 on our family TBL challenge - I am down only 2.3 pounds in 19 days. Even though I was down another 3 this time last week I have inflated again. He is going to whup my butt if I can’t make this work a bit faster. I am not spending a full day cleaning his apt, which is his prize if he beats me. I would have to rent a bio-hazard suit for the job and white is not my colour.
Dagnabit, out to walk the dog for an hour in -15C weather. Where the heck is that global warming?!??
The last week or so has been a bit of a rollercoaster. I need to get back into a command position and not let ‘things’ dictate mood and health. So easy to give up control to circumstances. And so unnecessary, although, on the other hand, so easy to beat myself up for not being in control. I need to practice acceptance - understanding I cannot control the universe, I am only responsible for my response and interactions with the rest of the life forms on this planet.
Well, the life form that is laying on my floor moaning right now needs to be taken for a walk. Also, I need the 30 minutes of exercise. Out I go into the cold night air. There is nothing like a dog to help you keep things in balance.
A setback. Or two. Sailor boy is not quite grasping the low carb rulebook, and when he cooks it is a bit of an issue. So I have been taking the path of least resistance, at least at breakfast. But no more, I can’t eat bread in the morning it makes me hungry all day.
And today I just blew it. I had an evening meeting (which ended at 11pm!!!) and it was very stressful. Not that that is a good reason, but in the midst of it I had about 10 spanokopikita (sp?) you know, those triangular Greek pastries - filo dough and some creamy cheese & spinach filling. Definitely NOT on the atkins plan. Now I feel sickish. Very very tired and sickish.
Sigh.
Tomorrow is another day. Another very long day.
You know how everyone is saying now that mental stimulation is healthy? I am stimulated to the point of numbness. I made the mistake of coming home for dinner before heading out to an evening meeting and now I am stuck in low slow gear. I will have to take some deep breaths and force myself out the door.
I am very satisfied with how I am sticking to the plan. Is it the scent of competition?
