Have a Plan or Plan to Fail

Then again, the best laid plans.....
I really don't remember the last part of that saying, but I do remember it didn't end well.

Alas, I have not planned very well.

Today, I had an Auntie Anne's pretzel. No sugar or cinnamon, just plain with some cheese in the interest of protein. I am sure this was not the best choice of food. Then I had some chicken and vegetable potstickers. I did not drown them in the sugar laden sauce they come with, however. Yay for me (note the sarcasm)

I am not eating six small meals a day. And this not drinking while eating and five minutes before and thirty minutes after is a LOT more challenging than I would have thought. No. I am not whining at all, I am just being truthful.

I am convinced whoever made up the "eat six small meals a day" did not have children. Or a life.

First of all, I am not really hungry in the morning at all. I do well to remember to feed Max. Then again, he doesn't really let you forget that.

Yogurt has become my favorite meal. It allows me not to have to think about what I eat. That is the problem. Today, even though it is not over, has been a little crazy food wise.

This is the hard part. So tonight, before I go to bed I am going to plan what I eat and the time I eat them for tomorrow.

While I am not that thrilled with myself for the past two days with my food choices, I am happy about a couple of things.

On Saturday, Bobby's mother called me (technically, she is my grandmother, but since it was the first time I ever spoke to her she still remains Bobby's mother for now) and I did not feel the need to get a bowl of ice cream topped with a warm, crumbly brownie on top. Instead, I told Tim and we talked about it. I did not stuff any feelings with food.

I only have two more pounds to lose until its an even twenty pounds. I can not remember the last time I lost twenty pounds---not unless you count after I had Maxwell and then I only gained 18, so I guess that really doesn't count.

And lastly, my latest non scale victory (NSV for future reference), my rings are starting to get too big. They were never too tight, but they are definitely loosening up. I am not in any danger of losing my rings, thankfully, but I am looking forward to having them resized one day.

Until the next time,

Your Recovering Fat Girl,
Mikki