Day four came and went with much ado about nothing. I learned something about myself today. I have like zero tolerance for BS. Hence, the reason I shared that clip from Mel Robbins yesterday. The above expression pretty much sums it up. That's my "Really?" face. Take me, or leave me, but don't try to wipe your feet on me.
Work is phenomenal. Marriage is excellent, even after 26 years. I won't say perfect, because perfection is illusion in any subject matter area. It is what I want. He is who I love. End of ...
It's just being completely over Ohio that sucks my soul dry some days. I just want to be where the sun shines on the majority of days, I can maintain a normal-ER body temperature in July (Yes, I know how hot it gets in Arizona.) That being said, I am pretty economical when it comes to utility usage, at least in the summer. Back to Ohio ... I want out. Sooner rather than later. At this point, I don't care where we go, as long as there is almost zero chance of humidity, a plethora of sun, and a very decided lack of cold, rainy, frigid, drizzly, foggy weather.
I'm just over all shapes and sizes of BS.
As for keto-ing, it's not a sprint. I wouldn't say it's a crawl, but I can tell you it's definitely not "I LOST 100 POUNDS in FIVE DAYS" either. It's a way of eating and being that I just find more sustainable than veganism, carnivorism, Weight Watchers, or any other lifestyle or diet plan. You just have to find what works for you, and then MAKE it work for you.
Which brings me to what you'll see on my menu today. That Atkins Lemon Bar. That was me having to take a trip to the local Dollah Sto to get laundry stuff, and other assorted sundries ... That was me avoiding the salty snacks, and the candy bars. So, if it saved me from going backwards, THAT is all that matters.
As the keto continues, I look forward to not having the overextended carb-adapted digestive system. I look forward to knowing when to stop eating, and I already am experiencing the complete lack of urge to nibble away at nothings all afternoon before eating a full-fledged dinner. That's the best part. I eat lunch, and then I really don't THINK of eating until I have to make dinner, or heat up a meal. I am definitely capable of eating more during lunch, as also evidenced by today, but then it sustains me for anywhere from six to eight hours, and that's cool by me.
Now, all I need to do is get a desk chair that won't make me feel like downing a bottle of muscle relaxers just so I can move. My chair had a good run, but something's going to give, which means, I will take my leave now, and go internet shopping for a good chair. Enjoy the details, and thanks for stopping by! xo
Day Four Progress
Weight: 212.4
What I ate:
1 Popcorners chip
1 scrap of Muenster cheese, less than one gram
Factor Chicken & Mushroom Marsala with Garlic Mashed Cauliflower & Haricot Verts
I have to say I was less than whelmed with zee Haricots Verts. It was like chewing on raw asparagus stems. I don't understand how they can provide such a large serving of those, but then turn around and give you three broccoli spears, or five leaves of spinach in other meals. As you can see, the color of the chicken Marsala was definitely off ... The sauce had turned a disturbing shade of purple-gray that is not appropriately displayed here. However, they do have some wonderful cauliflower mash! PS: As I learned after I et it, this was NOT a keto meal, so today will be a bit more carby. C'est la vie.
- The rest of the Butter chicken leftovers
Minus about three tablespoons of congealed fat that I scraped out of there before I reheated it - probably amounted to all of two oz of chicken, and 1/4 cups or less of the sauce. No chaffles. I can attest that it is the chaffle that causes the extreme feeling of fullness. Didn't have that today.
Refer to this post, if you want the gory details
- One Atkins Lemon Bar
I ate approximately half of everything. The rest, I shall have for lunchables tomorrow. They lied about that amount of cheese. THAT, I can tell you, and about the amount of Mexican cauli-rice. Clearly, their food stylists are delusional.
86 Days to Goal
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