I've lost my spark, my energy, my drive. I'm usually a little ball of energy, twisting and turning and making me look like a five year old who just snarfed a jumbo snocone. But not this morning. I've been a preetty foolish eater the past few days, didn't get in my TF yesterday, and this morning it hits me... I have so much to do and only two days to get it in. School is officially back on Monday, so party time (relaxation time) is over! boohooohoooooooooo
Then there is the goodish but kinda badish stuff. (yes, I made those words up). The good is that we may be going this weekend somewhere to enjoy our last 3 day weekend together, Joe and I. The bad is the I'm broke as a joke (and I think that is pretty ridiculously broke), and it is also just another "excuse" to eat like a maniacal fool.
I really want new clothes for school (I'm such a kid), but I also want those clothes to be smaller. I need to quite playing around and "git-r-done."
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Monday Meals
It really is amazing how you can eat healthy, delicious meals when you plan. Just to show you, I'll jot down today's meal plan.
Breakfast: coffee with fat free creamer (dry); Apricot Vanilla shake with cinnamon using Weight Watchers smoothies (appx 4 pts)
Snack: Quakes (2 points)
Lunch: Black pepper lemon tilapia, smashed sweet taters, and multi-grain bread with country crock (5-6 pts)
Snack: Cookies and Cream Skinny Cow sandwich (2 pts)
Dinner: Italian Chicken Skillet (3 pts) and spaghetti squash (0 pts) and spring salad with feta, croutons, vinagrette, tomato, cucumber and red onion (3pts)
Late nite treat: grape salad with ww cream cheese (3 pts)
Breakfast: coffee with fat free creamer (dry); Apricot Vanilla shake with cinnamon using Weight Watchers smoothies (appx 4 pts)
Snack: Quakes (2 points)
Lunch: Black pepper lemon tilapia, smashed sweet taters, and multi-grain bread with country crock (5-6 pts)
Snack: Cookies and Cream Skinny Cow sandwich (2 pts)
Dinner: Italian Chicken Skillet (3 pts) and spaghetti squash (0 pts) and spring salad with feta, croutons, vinagrette, tomato, cucumber and red onion (3pts)
Late nite treat: grape salad with ww cream cheese (3 pts)
Ooops. I Did It Again
What did I do? Besides bring up a really bad song that will probably get stuck in your head and cause you to temporarily dislike me?
I went on a stress-eating collision course which ended last night with me throwing down a few plates of Chinese. Really. Oh, you thought I was perfect? Awww, that's sweet. But untrue.
Cookies, several. A bahama bucks smoothie, lite but does that matter? Let's see. Lots of blts...bites, licks and tastes. And then, of course, the chinese food. That fluffy, puffy middle lets me know how wrong and stupid of me it was to get so out of control.
And I knew I would be sorry. We always know, don't we? But we do it anyway? Because at that very moment when we reach for the cookies, the ice cream, the cinnabon or whatever it is that we want to hig with our taste buds, we claim to not care. We know we are going to care later when they pants are tighter or scale jumps a few digits. But we see stress, we see fury, we see despair, and we see a food that might (but not really) make it all go away. So we eat. We eat. We eat. Then later we see the error of our ways. And what a sad, pathetic time that is.
I'll deal with my monsterous mess the only way I know how. That is to just pick myself up from amongst the crumbs, dust myself off, and grab a pen and paper. It is meal-planning time. I'll try to eat healthy and with sense, workout, and hope I can quickly overcome this "ooops."
I went on a stress-eating collision course which ended last night with me throwing down a few plates of Chinese. Really. Oh, you thought I was perfect? Awww, that's sweet. But untrue.
Cookies, several. A bahama bucks smoothie, lite but does that matter? Let's see. Lots of blts...bites, licks and tastes. And then, of course, the chinese food. That fluffy, puffy middle lets me know how wrong and stupid of me it was to get so out of control.
And I knew I would be sorry. We always know, don't we? But we do it anyway? Because at that very moment when we reach for the cookies, the ice cream, the cinnabon or whatever it is that we want to hig with our taste buds, we claim to not care. We know we are going to care later when they pants are tighter or scale jumps a few digits. But we see stress, we see fury, we see despair, and we see a food that might (but not really) make it all go away. So we eat. We eat. We eat. Then later we see the error of our ways. And what a sad, pathetic time that is.
I'll deal with my monsterous mess the only way I know how. That is to just pick myself up from amongst the crumbs, dust myself off, and grab a pen and paper. It is meal-planning time. I'll try to eat healthy and with sense, workout, and hope I can quickly overcome this "ooops."
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