Yesterday was a bad day emotionally but a good day food wise. I wrote everything down and didn't have any chocolate. The Mr. Munchy chocolate bunny in my freezer is no longer calling to me. He can't. He doesn't have a head. No head...no mouth. HA take THAT Mr. Bunny you don't have any power over me anymore.
Had a nice little freak out in my basement and it is looking better already. Oh the plans I have. It is funny that I have (possibly the misplaced belief) that the basement is the key to the rest of my house. See...with the basement finished, the computer goes down stairs (with the litter box bluch) opening my "dining room" for shelving, meaning I'll be able to unpack (and find) all my serving dishes and things to display. All the boxes downstairs full of books and picture albums can get properly displayed. Most of the junk in my furnace area will find a home. AH the dreams I have.
Since I was in a real emotional state (and remained quite busy between baby feedings and changes) didn't have time to snack so the eating part was easy. Especially since we got groceries on Tuesday so I've got my bananas for breakfast and spinach and soup for lunch. Odd how my entire day's success hinges on what I have for lunch.
I'm not looking forward to Saturday. The sins of the past seven days will have to catch up eventually. While cleaning yesterday I found my original record of measurements. My thighs were 24". Now 27" each. No wonder they are chafing again! But I have a plan in the making about exercise now that the semester at the college is almost over...stay tuned hopefully for that announcement and change! That's me...always plotting and scheming!
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