I am feeling kind of bummed out today. This morning, I got up and started digging through the ol' clothes-too-small box looking for some jeans or capris or *something* that would fit me. I am down to one pair of jeans that fit again and that just is not working out for me. I have to wear sweats while the jeans are in the wash, and I know they are going to turn threadbare in no time if I keep wearing them almost every day. So I went digging, and it was really disappointing. I thought for sure with the smaller waist and pounds gone since last time I tried them on, there'd be a few things that fit now. Nope. Well, barely. All of the pants I tried on are 16's and only two of them could button. One of those two is *almost* comfortable. I could wear them if I had to, or if I dropped five pounds they'd be fine. The other, well, it buttons but strangles. You know what I mean.
Anyway, I've been in a pretty good mood over the past weeks but today I had a major energy drop, am feeling a bit grumpy, and am irritable about my weight. I find myself wondering what exactly was in the off-plan bits I had yesterday, which amounted to about 3 Tablespoons of curry sauce. All the rest of what I ate was on plan, except that sauce. Well, really, I doubt there was enough of anything in it to affect my energy like this, but who knows? Back to 100%.
Yesterday when I went in my workout room to bike, there was some stuff piled around my bike. I got it all moved away and then switched on the TV to watch while I did my ten minutes... but the old TV just screeched at me. It has died. Funny, but when I heard that noise and saw the blank screen, I immediately flashed back to when my boys were little. Getting that TV was a *really big* deal for our family. It was 1995 and I had 3 babies ages 5 and under. We'd been married for 6 years and the only TV we had ever had was a very small (12" screen) black and white one that sat in the corner of the living room on an old microwave cart. We had bunny ears for reception and we got 2 or 3 channels; I'd sit on the couch and watch talk shows while I nursed a baby or my boys would sometimes watch Sesame Street. But for Christmas 1995, we made our *big* present to all of us a large TV and our first VCR. It was so exciting on Christmas morning when the boys came running downstairs in pajamas and saw the huge (26"?) tube TV sitting there with a stack of Disney VHS tapes. We still didn't watch a whole lot of TV, but we did watch movies together! That big monster of a television set moved with us until we landed here. And then one of the boys spilled orange juice down the front of it one day, and when it dried on the inner workings, none of the buttons would work anymore. We kept it anyway, all this time, but if we couldn't find the remote there was no way to turn it on, off, up, or down. When we got a newer TV, this one became my workout room entertainment. No more. Ah, the end of an era. The boys are all grown, half have moved out and the others probably will, too, within a couple of years. Time for the TV to go. I can watch my Kindle while I bike instead.
Not much else going on today; I have some chicken thawing on the counter to bake for dinner. There will be mashed potatoes for the kids, and I will have my chicken over a big green salad with spinach, Romaine, cukes, tomatoes, mushrooms, and broccoli. Then I'll bike again tonight.
I didn't weigh today, but I think I will soon. I want to be aware of what's going on without discouraging myself, so I am just staying on plan and hoping time will do the rest.
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