I don't know how this happened. I am down another 1.8 pounds! I shouldn't question it, but then I am trying to change my life style and I need to analyse everything I put in my mouth and eventually (but hopefully not) on my hips.
Apparently, right now I guess I am doing everything right. I suppose that I am more mindful of what I am eating, but I haven't been playing close attention. This week was an emotional one for me. As in my earlier post you can see that the girls are giving me fits. It's all over my YD who has some troubles and her sisters cannot figure out why I choose to "favor" her over them. I can't explain it to them so that they understand. YD is moving out again. I can't stop her, cause if she doesn't move out her nasty sisters will make things impossible. Don't ask me why they choose to do this. They have their lives fairly on track now and I have warned them that if their behavior keeps up I will derail them and they will have to fix their own damned tracks. Harsh? Yes, but they are old enough now to stop their little two and three year style tantrums. Enough boo hooing.
I ate what I WANTED to eat this past week. Wrong. I should have been eating what I NEEDED to eat. I still managed to lose some pounds. I feel a little embarrassed that I lost, because I was sure that there would be a big + on my scales! I wish I knew what I had done right, so I could keep up with that.
Maybe it is because I ate what I wanted and then got right back on with the program instead of beating myself up and continuing to eat wrong. Maybe I excercised a little more than I thought and earned the extra calories. I just wish I knew. I DO know that I am an emotional eater and I need to watch for that. Soon. Cause I can totally derail my new lifestyle if I allow myself to continue with the stuffing of feelings.
I did learn that I need to keep some goodies in the house at all times. By goodies I mean, I need to keep Skinny Cow ice cream treats. They are designed to taste great without all the calories. Those 100 calorie packs are great if ya need a chocolate fix. I get the Oreo wafers. 100 Calories, 2 grams of fat. I can eat one pack and satisfy my craving for chocolate. Another good thing for me is plain ol' graham crackers. For an afternoon pick-me-up, a couple of those with a smidgen of peanut butter, I am good til dinner.
So, I have learned some good things about myself. I need to continue to learn and practice the lessons that I find helpful.
If I could just get myself to crave water 6-8 galsses worth, I'd get there a lot faster!
I'm going to get on my Wii Fit after I am done with this post. I am only managing to get on it once or twice a week, because when I get home from work the knees and the hips are not happy with me. I know that when I have lost enough weight, those will like me much better and then I can excercise more.
Thank for reading my rantings and ravings. If there are any good suggestions out there for anything I could do better, please comment...even if you feel highly critical of what I am doing, please spill it!
Love you guys!
And to add to what I said about the drama: I just got a phone call from YD. She has gotten herself a nice little room on the ranch where she works! She can have her dog there, and the rent is only $200 a month...utilities paid. Her commute is about five minutes walking or maybe even just sauntering over. The best thing about it is that I know she is safe there, she is secure, she will be fed by a momma who is a Mexican lady and cooks like you would never believe. I think I will have to put YD on my WW program with me after a while! She got approval by the two woman who have to approve these things for her. (Besides me) Best yet...I am relieved. Now, I am going to tell the other two, that since I am not getting the monetary help that I was going to get from YD, they will have to pick up the slack. Rent here will be $200 a month, and they will hae to clean the kitchen, front room and bathroom at least once a week. If I have to make a little kindergarten chart for them to make sure that they do what they need to do I will. I can get gold silver and black stars at work to put on their little charts. Act like a 5 year old = getting treated like a five year old! So there! Neh!