Sunday, December 22, 2013

Oh the things I fuss over.

I have been known to spend inordinate amounts of time standing still in the grocery store, paralyzed by all the options. Do we really need a whole aisle dedicated solely to breakfast cereals?  And breads!  Not only does bread occupy an aisle, but if we're lucky, we also have a bakery section where we can find "real" bread... nestled among "real" pies, cakes, donuts & pastries.  Don't get me wrong, I'm very aware of my good luck to HAVE these options, and to be able to afford such choices.   But it's these very choices that plant me in the middle of the food aisles, paralyzed with indecision. 

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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