Another thing I fuss about: how often to weight myself. Daily? Weekly? Do I weigh myself daily but only record weekly? Do I count the artificially "good" weigh-in, due to dehydration? Can I (pleeeeease?) discount the "bad" weigh-in due to the uber-salty snacking that took place the night before? And how accurate is my scale, reeeeeeeealy?
And now I find myself fussing over what I fuss over because maybe it's not just fussin'. Last week I headed out for work leaving a lit candle in the house. In recent history I have also left behind various hair-scorching devices still plugged in. And just yesterday I went through a rather full garbage can looking for the vegetable peeler I knew I accidentally threw away with the carrot peelings... only to find, after giving up the search in frustration, that I put it in the refrigerator with the carrots. Really? It might be time to extend my efforts towards weight loss & overall physical health to include brain health. I don't have family history of Alzheimer's or other such degenerative diseases, but it won't hurt to take ginkgo supplements and do a crossword puzzle every now and then.
So, as I continue sneaking up on the Weight Watchers starting line, I'll start paying a little more attention to balanced meals and my Omega 3, 6, 9, hut-hut-hike!
Breakfast on the fast-track. I was in a rush to get to the grocery store before the rest of the world rushed out. Rushing to beat the rush. Something's not quite right about that.
Last night's dinner: lentils, Brussels and mashed potatoes & carrots. Looks bland but it wasn't, thanks to bay leaves, Earth Balance, salt, pepper and powders au onion & garlic. Hubby's dinner plate looked just like this with the addition of a marinated and grilled pork chop.
By the way, the best, Best, BEST marinade ever. Seriously.
After Christmas I'll start weighing & measuring my food and counting & logging my points again. But not before I clear out the Christmas yummies quickly accumulating in my house. By "clear out" do I mean "eat up"? If that's what it takes. I'm such a trooper.
But now it's time to hole up in the spare bedroom and wrap some gifts... none of which will be stashed under the tree. The reason being:
That's my boy. oxoxoxoxox.
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