FAT Monday

Well, it’s Monday and I’m still not losing weight. I’d love to blame someone else ... really I would, but no one is at fault, but me. Beth came home this weekend. “Do you want pizza?” I said, “Sure.” She said, “How about some ice cream?” I said, “Sure.” I need to quit saying SURE. I’m a big girl. Heck, I’m her mom. I need to be tougher. She’s 20 and hikes all over campus. I’m 55 and sit at a computer. She can eat more, because she’ll burn it up.




And it isn’t just the weekends. I missed a day of exercise last week and could have made it up on Friday, but didn’t.



I have been mocha-free for the past couple of weeks. Love ‘em, but don’t need 400 empty calories. I thought Chai Lattes would be a yummy substitute ... but at 250 calories, maybe not.



I worked out that whole elaborate plan a couple of weeks ago. I’m doing fine with it until 8 or 9 at night. Compared to the way I used to snack when I weighted 270, I’m doing great. But if I want to weigh 150 or 160, it’s not good enough. Maybe if I did something while I watched TV, I would snack less?



Then, there’s the chili. In order to reduce salt intake for my blood pressure, I’ve been trying to eat less pre-packaged dishes and cook more. Prepackaged stuff has the calories all figured out. No math. (I don’t like to mess with math.) Plus you can’t have a little bit extra, because that’s all there is. To avoid the “extra” issue, I made a crockpot of chili, divided the servings up and froze them immediately. However, my math issues have caught up with me. I guess-timated and rounded off. It’s closer to 400 calories a serving rather than 300. That’d be fine if I wasn’t having 2 to 4 pieces of toast with it. I like toast, but I need to eat less of it.



To top it off, my boss is back from vacation this week and my blood pressure is up 10 points. Isn’t life fun?