Official Start
This is today’s pre-planned food journal. I’ve got a few calories to add to it somewhere.
Here’s the WW Points breakdown:
Breakfast (2):
- Omelet – 1
- Grapefruit – 1
Lunch (4):
- Pasta Jessica, half serving - 3
- Salad – 1
Dinner (6):
- Salmon – 3
- Casserole – 3
Snacks (7):
- Strawberries – 0
- Orange – 1
- Protien smoothie – 6
At my official start weight of 152.4 lbs, I get 22 points everyday. That meal plan is only using 19. I didn’t realize how few points the breakfast and lunch were going to be. There really is a lot of food. It’s all core except the cheese in the casserole and the protein smoothie, though, so that’s gotta be a good thing.
Yay for a great start! And 3 points of extra treats! The nice thing is, according to Sparkpeople, my extra calories need to come from fat and carbs. I’m thinking frozen yogurt….
Oh, and…
I want to start my food journal again. I’m getting all soft and blubbery and I’ve gained loads of weight. I know it’s because I have been shoving my trap full of fat and sodium.
I am going to experiment with steel cut oats tonight to bring in for breakfast.
I’m gonna have to get back on weight watchers. Blech. I got down under goal a couple of months ago and now I’ve gained almost all of it back. I’m hoping that I can get this extra poundage off of me once I start chugging water and eating veggies again. We’ll see.
Off to a mediocre start…
Well. Grampa had a stroke. Then while in the hospital, he went into cardiac arrest. Nice Aunt thinks Evil Aunt is trying to kill him. Grampa isn’t dead, he’s stable…but Evil Aunt is already “claiming” everything she wants. She has dibs on his truck, by the way. So terrible. Anyways, they ran tests on Grampa and found valium in his system, but he doesn’t take valium. And Nice Aunt found ant poison in his house, but he doesn’t need it and she didn’t buy it for him (he helps him out…Evil Aunt doesn’t do anything but try to get money from him…). It’s so heartbreaking. My mom is so upset…today is Father’s Day. And her daddy is very sick in the hospital. 
And I’m super upset about shallow things. I mean, I look like hell. I’m working my ass off in the gym and stuff to burn calories, but I keep gaining weight. I haven’t been eating too terribly, and I’m burning about 500 cals per day anyways…so I don’t get it. Ugh. My legs are SO HUGE. All my clothes are too tight. I seriously don’t have ANYTHING to wear. No jeans that fit. No shorts that fit. Nothing. What the hell?! I was in a size 4 less than a month ago, and now all of a sudden I have to squeeze myself into an 8. WHY?! And I peed on a stick, I’m not pregnant. So that’s out. I just want to give up. But then my husband will be repulsed by me.
By the way…the other day I was looking for my shoes that I had just put by the door to wear…he said he put them in the closet because “Somebody has to clean…” That broke my heart. Seriously, it felt like someone took a knife and cut my heart in half. He never says stuff like that to me. And then yesterday, I said “Honey, I’m sorry I’m not skinny and cute” he said, “You are cute honey”. *sigh* So that’s confirmation that he thinks I’m a fatass.
Tomorrow begins my diet of sugar free energy drinks, diet pills and depression meds. I gotta get skinny again.
