Back to normal...
Life is crazy busy and complicated as usual. I often think I am going to take a mental health day to just relax and decompress, but aren't those always the days that everything goes wild? Yep, around here it is like that. But most of the work I am doing is at home with a certain kid of mine and on the phone, so it still is a bit relaxing. I like rainy fall days when I can stay inside and bake (banana muffins today) and throw something warm and comforting in the crock pot to fill the house with good smells. So far my concoction for dinner is just grass fed beef I seasoned with onions and garlic, mixed with a big can of crushed tomatoes. I am thinking spaghetti sauce but not sure yet. If so, I'll have mine over spaghetti squash with a salad on the side.
I haven't gone back to calorie counting yet, although I can tell you off the top of my head that I've only had 170 calories so far today (a Medifast hot cocoa and a Greek yogurt). I might try eyeballing it for a few days. I hate adding up all the stuff I am putting into a recipe when I am winging it like I am today, so generally if I save 450 calories for dinner I am fine. I rarely go over that at dinner.
I am laying off the salt today and drinking plenty of water to get rid of any bloat from sitting in the car for hours over the past few days. Tomorrow is my last day of steroids, so I am very hopeful that my careful eating while on my trip will pay off on the scale. I feel good, I am happy. I just want to get to 218 so I can take new progress pics and measurements. That's my first goal.
Then on down the scale and back out of obesity.
As an aside, to those of you who do animal rescue, hats off to you. Thank you for your kindness. I went into an animal shelter this week and it tore my heart up seeing all those dogs in there... some looking so forlorn and hopeless, some begging to be chosen or just for some attention, some just cowering and shivering in the corners. And to know that nearly half of the dogs I saw will be euthanized? It's just too much. Heartbreak. And then I think of all the shelters full of dogs, hundreds of shelters and pounds, thousands of dogs. It just kills me. I know I can't save them all. I felt so hopeless. But I can make a difference somehow. I picked out a dog who looked horribly neglected and unlikely to be adopted and took his info and am working to try and find a home for him. I wish I could take him myself but two is enough, so I will do what I can to help him. I can't fix it for everyone, but maybe I can fix it for him.