It's that time again...and I almost forgot, because I didn't go to work today, because my son was teething or something and crying hysterically for what seemed like hours. And it seemed rather harsh to just leave him in a puddle of his own tears. (He's ONE, people. Maybe if he were two and able to medicate himself. They can do that by the time they're two, right?). So consequently I spent most of the day feeling like it was Sunday, albeit a crappy Sunday, since I don't have helpful hints like football or church to remind me that it's NOT.
But! I remembered! And here we go!
I feel like my post yesterday actually may have unsettled some people. Did I highlight the part where they were JUST DREAMS? They were just dreams, ya'll. FoN didn't ACTUALLY squish any cats, and I haven't killed any babies, my own or otherwise (to get technical, I didn't kill any in the dream either. I was just ABOUT to). We have no control over what we dream, right? I mean, to be that kind of control freak you'd have to be Martha Stewart.
I'm pretty sure she dreams about eating babies ON PURPOSE.
I was disappointed by the scale yesterday. More disappointed than I thought I would be, seeing as I've done this all before and I'm well aware that there are ups and downs and it's all about how you FEEL. Which is great. I feel great.
No I don't, I feel disappointed. Anyway, my disappointment turned into un-motivation and I skipped the gym this morning. Partly because I was unmotivated, partly because I was really tired after being up all night with a
possessed teething toddler and partly because, well, I was really fucking sore after last week. But I felt obliged to do SOMETHING, so I fired up the Wii.
And then I got my ass handed to me in Clone Wars: Lightsaber Duels by my son.
Did I mention he's one year old?
Sure, he won by pushing the 'home' button constantly when I was about to slice n' dice him, but still. It doesn't do much for the little pity party I have going on here.
(Which is about as fun as a tricep party).
I will totally demand a rematch when he's 15. And he'll be all, "What the hell is a Wii?", and, "Why are you still in the solid world anyway Mom? Why don't you just upload your brain into a virtual avatar like everyone else? You could be so much skinnier".
So after my defeat at the Scales of Injustice I decided that yes, I need to pay more attention to my food intake, and I should just suck it up and
embrace the starvationgo back on Weight Watchers. I track it online, because I'm usually sitting in front of the computer obsessively checking my blog for commentsworking anyway. The online version gives you a suggested meal plan for the week. Some of the ideas are not bad, so I was checking this weeks out and saw that for one of my 'snacks' it was suggesting "a cup of non-fat broth".
Really? REALLY, Weight Watchers? You claim to be a 'lifestyle change', not a 'diet', and you're suggesting I snack on BROTH? How is that any better than, oh, say, NOTHING??
So I logged off and ate my weight in Goldfish crackers.
*sigh* No, I didn't. I added 'non fat broth' to my shopping list.
What's the ETA on that uploading-your-brain-into-a-skinny-online-avatar thingie?
My thoughts don't seem that random this week. It's probably because I'm STARVING.
Maybe there's some kind of dessert I can make with non-fat broth.
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