I love eggs. LOVE THEM. Since being home, it's been easy to make and eat in the mornings. I started eating oatmeal in the mornings for about 3 1/2 weeks. I heard it helps produce more breast milk. Well, all that fiber was backing up my little princess and causing her to scream in pain for hours during the day. I stopped eating oatmeal, and that fixed the problem. She is back to being the happiest baby in the world. So, I've been making egg white omelets in the mornings. Yummy! They are easy and taste good. I add a little salsa and some mashed avacado. I add some salt and pepper to the avacado but nothing else, so it's not really 'guacamole', just smooshed avacado.
In the afternoons I've been sticking to eating turkey sandwhiches. I've been eating lots of fruits during the day, although, I will admit I cheated a couple of times and had a few cookies. I've decided I can't have cookies in the house. I didn't buy any the last trip to the store. Bobby is just going to have to hide them if he wants any. lol.
Dinner has been a bit of a challenge. The boys LOVE pasta, and fatty dishes. I made lasagana the other day, and both Bobby and Ryan want it for lunch and snacks... at least that gets rid of it quick. haha! I can't live off of pasta (I mean, I could, I'd just be gaining 10 lbs a week!). So I've been REALLY watching my portions. I took a small square of it for dinner the night I made it, and than since hubs wasn't hungry the next day (someone had brought him dinner at karate) Kaitie and I ate it again for dinner the next day. Kaitie comes and visits our school from the Matthews once a week or so. We love her! I have known her since she was 8 and she's now entering into her senior yr of HS. Since she drives out here she comes over for dinner and a movie after karate.
Anyway, portion control. That's what I have ap roblem with usually. I LOVE food. I just can't get myself to stop once I get started. Seriously, I have a problem with eating. I have to have serious talks with myself about getting seconds, or thirds, or fourths... I could probably finish a pan of lasagana on my own if I wanted. I have always been able to out eat my guy friends. I am just that good. (seriously, my guy friends had a bet with one another to see who could out eat me at a party once, without telling me. They ended up admitting defeat when they couldn't keep up anymore. And this is when I was SKINNY MINNIE!!)
Vacation was hard. I went from 175.2 up to 178 by the time I came home. UGGGHHH!! It felt like such defeat... I weighed myself this morning, just to see, and I'm down to 174.2. Success! Although, I wonder if I'd be closer to 170 had I not been a bad girl on vacation.
Anyway, I'll do a formal weigh in on Monday. I downloaded an app on my iPhone called my fitness pall, and it ROCKS! It keeps track of what I eat, the exercises I do, my goals and everything. I have a ticker on the side bar of my other blog, I'll have to upload it here. I wonder when I'll start sharing this link with people... it's hard to admit I weigh this much to other people. I know they see it, who wouldn't be able to sheesh I'm huge, but it's so black and white with that number just staring at you.
I hate being fat, I truly hate it. I don't judge people who are over weight. Some people are just that way, they have medical issues or what not, and some people just don't care. What ever works for you. Fat doesn't work for me. It just doesn't. It never has. I've fluxuated throughout my life, had some periods where I've been 'heavier' but never this big. I've never weighed this much. I just really want to get it off. I'm working my butt off.
