This morning I got up and went for a short run, then fixed one of my everything-but-the-kitchen-sink protein shakes. After that, I promptly went back to bed. Well c’mon, it’s Saturday! Anyway I did get up in time to drink my SW at the appointed time. Thirty minutes later, husband came in bearing breakfast (okay, peanut butter on bread…we are confirmed bachelors, despite being married for many years, so our pantry is usually quite bare). How can you say no to an adorable husband bearing peanut butter sandwiches for breakfast? I at least said, “later” so had to sit around with my sandwich next to me for 30+ minutes. Hell.
Well I ate the sandwiches even though the AS was in high gear. I’m a people pleaser, I will not say “no” if I think it will hurt your feelings. Harumph.
Later we went to our favorite Mexican joint for dinner and I did feel hungry by then, so I really really tried to stuff myself. No, really, I did! But I could not finish the plate. In what is becoming routine, I ordered half of what I used to order before SLD, and I still could not finish it. My “I’m stuffed!” meter has changed and it throws me off considerably. All for the better, of course.
I do not plan on weighing this weekend as weekends are my “free” time, where I get to have a beer or some wine and OH GHODS YES chocolate! Mmm. I don’t purposefully plan to overeat on the weekends, I just allow myself to have the goodies I really want all week but don’t let myself have. So with the PB sandwiches and the chocolate and two glasses of wine, I’ve definately gone over my ideal caloric intake.
Aw, WTH. Life without wine and chocolate isn’t really living, after all.
