It's Weigh In Wednesday.
I'm not weighing in.
I will once a month.
Once a week is too much for me to break the cycle of dieting and worrying about my weight.
I hope I haven't disappointed any of you.
This much I know.
I'm lookin' like a fool with my pants on the ground.
Since I've made an American Idol reference, was it just me, or was last night rather lame?
The new jeans that I bought for the Pioneer Woman book signing event are laughably large.
I could shoplift in them.
Carry my groceries home in them.
I thought about trying to take them in, but thought I'd end up with one big pocket in the back, so off they go to Goodwill, or maybe they'll end up in a rag rug. I hate to do that to them, they are still so new.
I wish I could say that this has been 'a piece of cake', easy peasy, no problemo.
It's been tough.
I've nearly cried at times.
I'm not hungry.
But I want to eat.
I still haven't figured out why, unless it's just the habit of nibbling constantly.
Last night, I wasn't hungry for supper.
I'd made dilled new potatoes.
I wanted supper.
I didn't eat any, cause I wasn't truly hungry.
It's NOT easy.
I'm not perfect with it.
But I'm SO much happier.
My mind isn't so preoccupied with 'what will I eat today, what will I not eat today'.
I no longer think 'oh you did bad today Jayme', or 'wow, you did great today Jayme'.
I just ate when I was hungry.
It's almost like thinking....'geez, you just really breathed too much today', or 'you really need to breathe more'.
Bad analogy, I know, but you get the picture.
Food should just be what it is. Something to make us not hungry. Something to sustain our life.
That's all I've got on this subject today.
The Frugalicious Domesticity continues today.
Menu planning was yesterday's post in case you missed it.
Today is grocery shopping and the bathroom.