I worked all day today, so this will be supremely short.
The end. OK. Almost the end.
Cue the credits. I hope tomorrow to have more to say. Right now I am so tapped out, which is super in a way. It’s better to be too busy than to not have anything to do.
My sweet baboo walked for hours on my treadmill at my desk today so I was like… and he was like… and he kissed me and told me he loves his new treadmill desk. Two can play at that game. Watch out, hubby bubster; you have awakened the mischievous wrath of the Jamienator!
Now what I had yesterday… First of all, here’s the plan I’m following and here is the introduction post to the Mid-Year Resolution Challenge. While you look at what I’m doing, be sure to do your thing. I am thrilled to give some ideas, but I’m not the person you should necessarily look to for dieting advice (I’m not a paid nosh-a-titian). I am, however, here with you to cheer you on when you’re so skinny you will have to watch slipping through the cushions of your couch.
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I ate this:
Breakfast: None. I am still full from a huge, late dinner last night + Diet Coke
Lunch: Egg salad + baconnaise + pickle + chopped onion + iced tea
Snack: 1/3 cup mixed, salted nuts + iced tea
Dinner: Loaded chili dog with onions, cheese and chili + tater tots + Diet Coke
Notes: I should have made these tater tots instead of the ones I had at Sonic (regular potato and probably with wheat). I am going to make some chili and coleslaw and load up my own doggies tomorrow. I didn’t go over my carb allowances, and I made decisions I don’t really regret (I know what the carb count of Sonic tots are, so…). As always, I am totally honest with you because why not? I have PMS, and for me it was a few tater tots or someone risking a spork rammed up their nostril. It was a win-win. Besides, I’ll go beefier tomorrow to lose some of the inflammatory wheat/potato weight.
What I learned:
I have to remember to be good to myself, too.
With a grueling writing schedule, fall Birthdays, and local engagements, it’s so easy for me to forget to breathe. I fall into the trap of trying to do too much all of the time, and as a result, something will fail–and it’s usually my diet.
Having hit a massive, chaotic deadline, I am taking today to play in the kitchen, walk at my treadmill desk and answer emails, comments and letters I receive from you.
Who knows; I might also throw caution to the wind and read the neglected Fables graphic novel I’d been longing to get my hands on.