Current mood: "What?"
So, today's weigh in just shows to go ya that there is no logical accounting for what the body does with what you feed it. None of it kicked me out of peetosis. None of it, all those thousands of calories, or hundreds of fat grams added any poundage to the scale. I even forgot to mention the consumption of not one, but TWO Cinnamon Crunch Popcorner chips.
Today, movement is up, only because I remembered to put the pedometer on before I left the bathroom, and I had to go to the store to get provisions. I made it out mostly unscathed, though I did purchase another Diet Dr. Pepper. Unopened, and in the fridge, so hopefully, I will just forget about it. (Update, later that evening ... It's still in the fridge, unopened). Go me.
As we can see, I need to replace the French-fried onion snacking with something else, be it pork rinds, or celery and sunflower-seed butter, or even just a few tablespoons of peanut butter (natural, no sugar added, just peanuts). There is absolute zero value in the onions, other than they crunch. They don't even taste good anymore. Either Meijer's manufacturer changed the recipe/cooking process, or I've just lost my fondness for them - regardless, they're kind of gross. We'll see what happens.
I almost weaseled my way out of tracking this morning, but I stood there after I poured my coffee, and told myself, "NO ... You said you were gonna do it, so just do it." Yes, it's a pain in the bupkis. Yes, it's annoying. However, it's good to get an accurate picture, so one can see the places where corrections and adjustments can be made.
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