Hey ladies!
So, I'm back from Ireland.
I promised myself when I was there, that I was gonna have fun. I was gonna let loose, and drink beer and eat garbage, and not be a giant hindrance on my boyfriend and his friends in terms of where we could eat because of not eating wheat in my diet. Anytime we went to a restaurant that had a lot of food with wheat in it, I defaulted to a hamburger and fries, and simply ditched the bun on the burger. Safest way to avoid the wheat.
I ate/drank with *regular* consistency (often daily):
Pringles
French Fries
Hamburgers
Mashed potatoes
Beer
Movie popcorn with butter
Gluten-free cookies, muffins and biscuits that his mom bought me
Sausages, bacon and scrambled eggs (I swear, like EVERY morning. More sausages than I can count)
Christmas chocolate
Milkshakes
etc.
etc.
etc.
etc.
So, I feared the scale. We're talking, I ate so much garbage over the course of three and a half weeks, that I was convinced I'd gained about 8-9 lbs... maybe a few more. I felt more bloated, and I on a regular basis had been eating meals until I felt sick, I was so full.
When I got home two days ago, I refused to look at the scale. I didn't want the disheartening number to pop up and make me feel like ****, so I figured I'd just... start eating well again. My mom doesn't eat wheat, so I was home for a day or two, and easily ate healthily and wheat-free without effort.
Today, I caved. The scale was taunting me, I had to know. Was I back up in the high 150s? Did I make it back up to the 160s?
.... 152.2 ....
....what in holy **** is happening here?....
....how in GOD'S name did I manage to stay as low as 152.2??? I mean, SURE I was walking more than I do here at home, but... come on now. Read the list again. Did you SEE what I was eating? I was 149 when I left, so I only gained like 3.5 lbs?
I genuinely think that this anti-wheat thing has boosted my metabolism like there's no tomorrow... because I don't know how else I could've pulled this off, even with a bit of extra walking!
I know a lot of you were dying for piccatures, I haven't uploaded them yet... but I will!! Here's one of me and the boyfriend:
As to what I was talking about before... I still don't know if I want to move there for a year or not. He's still living at home right now until his salary bumps up at work and he can afford a better place than he could right now... so if I move there, I'd be moving in with his mom. Don't get me wrong, I love her, but... I haven't lived with my OWN mom since I was 18, so it's a bit daunting to think about moving into someone else's mom's house.
On top of that, he's still one of the least affectionate men I've ever dated, and it drives me a little bit insane. His FRIENDS assure me that he's "crazy about" me, and yet I have a hard time getting that impression from him on a day to day basis. Sure, large-scale gestures, like wanting me to move there, and offering to help me pay my tuition, but... that doesn't mean an awful lot when if when you kiss him, by the time you've opened your eyes, his are already back watching the TV.
Stress and confusion.
Love, all! <3
*shock* Back from Ireland...
Okay Miss I-only-gained-three-pounds. If I so much as *imagine* a milkshake I gain 15lbs within the next five minutes. It's dangerous ... buttons flying off, etc. 
LoL. It's good to see you back! You guys look cute, but the part about living with his mom would make me a little hesitant too. Good grief, just the thought of living with DH's parents, or my own is enough to make me retch and fall to the floor weeping. All great people, but I like them a lot better when I can pick and choose whether or not to interact with them.
