Friday, November 18, 2016

Welp. It could definitely be worse.

I'm yo-yoing again with thee ol' scale. Had several good days ... lost a few pounds in the process ... and then had 2 days of "eh - what the hell" eating and put those pounds right back on.

I get so pissed off with myself when that happens.

I almost ... ALMOST ... screwed up again tonight at work but, luckily, I also happened to be on Twitter before disaster hit and random tweets from a couple of the LCHF folks I follow unknowingly saved me.

I think I should have Tom give me a new tattoo that will remind me to behave somehow.

Thursday, November 3, 2016

Back to #lchf for the umpteenmillionth time

Today (Wednesday) was my friend Jessica's birthday.
Jaye took me under her wing our freshman year of high school when I was new in the district and felt oh-so out of place. We drifted over the years -- college and moves and life can do that, after all. Then came Facebook and it was like we had never lost touch. We rebonded over our sons (hers a couple of years younger than mine and the recipient of hand-me-downs), our memories ("omigosh he was so cute in a bad boy kind of way"), and our attempts at getting healthy.
She passed 2 Julys ago and it's rare that a day goes by when I don't think about her and wish I could kvetch about this that or the other. I'll see something posted from one of the Biggest Loser contestants we both loved and wish that she was there to share it with. I'll eat something ridiculously stupid and wish she was there to say "hey now ... knock that shit off" before it became a repeat behavior.
Well, Jaye ... I'm knocking that shit off.
I reinstalled the MFP app on my phone, weighed in at 224.2 (ugh), reset my macros to aim for 25g or less (hopefully) of carbs each day, tracked and packed my food for work (and actually remembered to pull it out of the fridge before I left the house).
I'm doing this. Again. I'm knocking that shit off ... and hopefully the pounds will follow.