Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Today is day 1 of me getting my butt back in shape. The shock of seeing the scale go over 186.5 + adding more protein to my day is doing wonders. About 10 months ago I had our 3rd child Peanut. No his name isn't really Peanut but I figure for his sake when he's 30 and his future wife does a google search on his name I should call him Peanut. From that point on I have stuggled to get back to my prepregnancy weight of 160.. or below. I wouldn't mind being below. That's why today I decided to get my butt back on track and start eating better. I just hope it continues when I get home and I'm attacked by tiny humans who smell like candy. Luckily my allergies are acting up so I won't be able to smell them. Plus well.. peanut always smells like graham crackers these days because he's gone nuts for his teething bisquits. Which.. are delicious. Don't judge. I wasn't the one that put them into the online food log so obviously I'm not the first mom who partook in the teething bisquit snack.. 20 calories per bisquit really isn't all that bad.. just sayin.. I'm trying to jump back into the lower carb living kinda life. It's the only one that's ever been successful for me. Protein + plants + chasing tiny humans and critters = weightloss. It also helps that I picked my first zucchini from my garden last night. Now all I have to do is get my butt in gear and start packing a lunch and breakfast for work. Turns out when you stop eating right, making your own foods, and fall for convenience eating a tupperware fairy comes and steals anything you may have had to transport food. I don't know where the tupperware went.. but it isn't in my house and if it made it to the barn well.. I dont want it back. Still.. It completely mystifies me.. Where does tuperware go? It's like the sock that is never seen from again. Tonight I'm figuring out how to cook a pork tenderloin on the grill.. having fresh zucchini.. and avoiding tiny children feeding me. Or rather.. assisting them in finishing whatever they decided they didn't want 2 bites in. Like say.. a teething bisquit. That is why we have dogs. To give me the desire to vacuum every freaking night because they are shedding and eat children droppings. Oh and bark at every freaking noise.. and chase leaves.. and when you yell go get your stick.. they bring back a fence post. Not joking.. Dogs raised in cow poop will bring you a fence post. Sure they will smack you in the shin with it when you refuse to throw the fence post but well.. it was the closest thing resembling a stick that they came to.