Wednesday, December 18, 2013
So today will be another of those beloved 13 hour days at work. But we having a potluck lunch, which I made something healthy for but the secret to my success of not filling up on unknown foods. I ate a healthy fiber rich breakfast literally right as I was getting ready to go. I had a small plate and that was all I needed, I knew I was full and nothing even looked good. Yes I had a dab of this and that, but normally I would have a heaping plate, possibly seconds and then five different baby desserts. I had one bite of carrot cake.
Now is that a win, hard to say, but I had 400 calories I could spend and bet I stayed really close.
I know I am tempted by food, I love the taste and textures, so knowing that coming in nearly full didn't mean I wouldn't eat, it meant I wouldn't over eat. And sometimes understanding ourselves and finding ways to help us make better choices is still a win.
So I'll pack tomorrow for my week long trip to see Skye in pensecola. And actually am super excited to be active, and when alone I always make great food choices. To time alone to think and just breathe, and spend time with my favorite boo.
Of course I'll Skype Jon everday as we have never been away from each other this long, and even though it has been 3.5 years, we still act like we just fell in love yesterday, and who could ask for more than that.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
So this week we did our weekly shopping trip on Monday versus Sunday, as we had leftovers the day of "dog trimming murder scene" we had an extra meal to make Sunday night. But I will be leaving Thursday to spend a week with Skye so I only did a family menu for Monday-Wednesday but of course still had to put food in the house for Jon. So I point out some easy to make options, including voila's and some all in one box dinners. He was up to five days, and I reminded him I would be gone seven, he says Pizza. Okay so over to the pizza, which he picks out two. Now we have a cart half full of nothing but lean meats, vegetables, fruit and whole grain bread. and half with junk.
But as Jon is 6'1'' and 160 lbs, 31 and really fit I can't tell him what to eat. But we get home and the first thing he says to me, I don't think I'm gonna have enough Ranch for this week.
Shake my head. Yes dear.
Monday, December 16, 2013
We all have those moments when we get offt track but the last three days has been a hard one. I am in in between moving, again. But my face has done the puff I fear and then I went to dress down and put on one my sports bra and it didn't fit at all, my clothes are getting fewer and I can tell that even tracking and trying isn't counter actting either my stress or whatever else I'm metally subconscious going through. But I'm in tears, this isn't who I'm trying to be, this isn't what the body I'm striving for. All I can do is try to be that person tomorrow but I feel like I'm making right choices, but there has to be a hiccup, our bodies only do what we give them. Bad night, but the sun will come out tommorrow.
Monday, December 16, 2013
So Skye graduated in May and since he left in June for the Navy, I have gotten to talk to him a handful of times. But I leave in three days to spend a week with him. I'm pretty excited, not excited enough to begin packing yet. But put the final touches on the reservations today and know that its time.
Now to get a new phone as my current one just took a dump, but I have been just waiting but its finally time.
Friday, December 13, 2013
So thursday is a short day for us. As both Jon and I work 13 hour days on Tuesday and Wednesday and then the hour commute home it was nice to know that we were only gonna have a seven hour day. We get home and look at the clock and realize it is only 7, and seems like we have been home for hours, which we had. So in our effort to try to get as much as possible done we do laundry, dishes, dinner and decide to clip the dogs toe nails.
Now our six year old america bulldog acts like its a spa day, she just lays on her back and lets dad cut her nails. While the 18 month old Great Dane thinks it is torture, and since the first day we brought her home she cries, wiggles and barks the whole time. We had waited long enough as Mio (great dane) was in dire need of a trim. So now she is 155 pounds so we both hold her down as Jon struggles to get her nails down to an acceptle lenght. And then the worse thing happens, he got her nail bed, now I've lightly clipped it before on my lab and it bleeds for a few minutes and stops. But not Mio, it was literally an hour, we didn't have a septic pen and we read that coating it in flour would help it stop as the blood begins to clot. And it did, we wrapped a towel around her paw and went to bed.
We woke up this morning, and lets just say it must have started again in the night. We could tell as there 70 bloody paw prints all over the carpet, her dog bed was soaked and when she came in to lay in bed, Jon felt bad and let her, the blood was dripped all the way down the bedsheet. So when we woke up and saw it was a bit of panic, but she wasn't bleeding anymore and seemed fine. So we take her out to potty and of course she tore it open. As we stand waiting for the American bulldog I notice it's not just tore open, it is literally squirting out blood.
We got it stopped and her wrapped up but by now we were running really late, I only had time to shampoo out the really bad stains.
So that's one way to start a day.
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