Well, I knew that I needed to expect it. If I drank wine on Friday night, and then ATE A PIECE OF PIE on Saturday night (HP's birthday) then it was bound to happen. 206.4. Dammit. I also had to skip an HCG shot and forgot my drops on the trip. I did not even do the scale dance, I was so bummed.
However, there were small victories today: 1) I stayed on program except for a spoonful of Oh My God Delicious Plain Greek Yogurt in my otherwise extremely spicy chicken curry soup I had for dinner. 2) I walked by the place where the old Christmas Candy was and discovered THREE unopened cans of Almond Rocca (sp). I swear those three pink cans were like Sirens and I was like Fat Jason and the Argonauts, except that there was no one to tie my hands to the mast. I opened the gold plastic lids of all three cans. Each one was still vacuum sealed. Somehow, I tore myself away and instead ate strawberries with some Swerve on them.
I had a mild headache this morning and the Boys went skiing, which I knew better than to do at this point. So I skipped church and laid in bed. Then I turned on my favorite Agatha Christy books on tape/Ipod and indulged in my new favorite thing, making beautiful wool scarves using raw wool roving and silk and water and soap. And bubble wrap. It's easy to do, it takes time, and the results are a gorgeous felted scarf. This was my second endeavor and it was lovely.
I used to simply sit at the computer or television and just eat, first sweet, then salty, then sweet again, with my mind all numbed out. Trying to stay away from screens, (except to talk to you guys), I think will continue to be a good health move.
Tomorrow, must get Darling Husband to move the treadmill BACK inside the house, where he stole it to the garage. He likes walking in the cold. My asthma will never let me do that. Plus it is often very smoggy where we live and again, asthma will make the entire walk on treadmill endeavor just worthless.
Time for sleeping. Time to put Darling Boy to bed. Time to drink a lot more water, just in case there is a miracle and tomorrow morning the Good Scale will allow me to be in the 202 range again. OK I know it's not likely. I must pay for my recent sinful eating. Heh. But it WAS lovely.
One Woman's Quest to Lose Large and Ugly Panties Forever
I've had it with ugly panties that fit my large behind. I'm done with clothes for the large woman that just aren't as cute as the clothes I wore twenty years ago. I'm tired of wheezing as I go up the stairs. I've got sixty pounds to lose - because on my fiftieth birthday, I'm dancing naked in a thong, dammit. And it better be pretty. This little bunny rabbit is hopping me down the weight loss lane. I wanted a pair of big granny panties rolling through the grass, but I'm not computer savvy.