Okay, so it’s a mere month before I go to Pittsburgh for that wedding. A month
! And guess who still can’t fit into any of her clothes! I’ve been trying
, really! Well, diet-wise at least; I've only been running, like, once a week so I have to STEP THAT THE HELL UP. But, in the past week, I finally have lost a couple
of pounds, so I guess it’s working a little! But anyway, I decided to return to accountability, even though I’ve done a pretty darn good job on my own. I eat really healthy for breakfast and lunch, then dinner I don’t stress too much over. Like we had French toast the other night for dinner (yes, my idea) covered in fruit with veggie sausages on the side. And warm decaf Chai tea, with milk & sugar. I ended up drinking Chris's, but he did like it, which felt like a huge accomplishment for me.
So anyway, yesterday:Breakfast:
A banana & Chai tea with Zsweet
& half-half. Zsweet is actually decent, and it’s all-natural, so no nutrasweet headaches! The trick to making good Chai (or any tea, for that matter) with tea bags is to use TWO teabags per cuppa. I thought I could only get good Chai from a mix, with a half-milk, half-mix combo. I thought wrong!Survive-til-lunch mid-morning snack:
180-cals nutrition barLunch:
Greek yogurt with strawberries & blueberries (good for protein, next to no sugar), iced coffee from Dunkin DonutsSurvive-midterm-before-dinner snack: Glaser Organic Farms
mango fruit pie (it sounds bad, but it’s not – it’s just fruit with a dates & almonds crust) Good organic karma? I got a 98 on the midterm! :)
Two shrimp & vegetable fajitas at Oceans Grill, home of the World’s Best-Mulleted Waitress; this was healthy too, aside from a tiny bit of sour cream and a sprinkle of cheese!HORMONES
I am so
over them. I think last month it was alright, but I sure made up for it this month. See, here is the problem. I tend to get very sad, very pensive, and very sensitive about a week before Aunt Flo makes her appearance. I also, for some stupid reason, feel it necessary to talk about very delicate matters around this time. As Chris said, I always get deep around this time. I ask huge questions, and then let any word in the answer that I can doubt haunt me. It’s truly awful. I have cried more times than I care to count in the past week or so. I thought it was done yesterday – at about 8 p.m., I had a truly lovely ride home from class on A1A singing along to “Baby Got Back” and that oldies song, “Why do you build me up, buttercup?” among others, and was so happy that the radio stations are so awesome sometimes. I felt GOOD. “Yay, the PMS is done!” I thought.
But by 10 p.m., I was sitting on the boat trailer in the driveway crying. And then when everything was better, I cried because I am tired of crying, tired of doubting everything, tired of feeling bad. Tired, tired, tired. Then I got a REALLY good night of sleep and I hope that’s the end of it – at least until next month. :\
But yay, tomorrow is Wisconsin! Yayayayay!