A long week...And a weigh-in milestone.
To say this week hasn't gone as expected is kind of an understatement. I knew I would be busy, but I didn't know how little motivation I would have or how it would cause me to go off the rails a little bit, diet-wise. I didn't write much this week, so I am combining it into one post.
Tuesday
I want cake. And ice cream. And more carbs. And more sugar.
It's been a while since I've updated. Sorry about that! I've just been lazy. I will say that I am officially down 10lb. It's kind of a miracle since I wasn't eating all that healthy this week. I mean, I have been sticking to 100g (kinda) or less carbs a day, but I have been eating bad types of fats and am definitely consuming too much sugar, even if it is in 'good' forms. I'm not sure if it's because of this, but I have started breaking out on my face, which is abnormal for me (luckily). If this continues, I will have to really think about cutting down my saturated fats more thoroughly.
Thursday
I had a sandwich today. I am getting bored of the redundancy of my meals and really need to find more good, quick recipes. If I were to really fall off the wagon, that's how I'd go. But I am hoping to stop that before it gets bad. The sandwich was good; didn't cause my cravings to go haywire which is always nice.
Saturday
I had a piece of toast with lunch. I am slipping a little and the scary thing is I don't seem to really care. Well, let's make a revision. I am slipping away from the 'no breads' rule. I am still staying under my carb count most days, but I think if I keep having these allowances of bread, it might add up. Today was the last day of GISHWHES, which meant a lot of running around. It also was a full day of pet sitting, farm chores, and a hay delivery. My day started at 7AM, ended at 11:30PM. I am tired.
Sunday
Revision. I wasn't nearly as tired as I am right now. Last night, while pet sitting my parents' older dog (more of the family dog, but he lives with my parents, so I'll call him theirs), he wouldn't settle down last night. Pacing, panting, pacing, panting. When he did lay down, he would still have these shallow breaths, almost sounding like a human hyperventilating. It is different in dogs, I know, but I still was worried he wasn't getting enough oxygen, or something was wrong with his heart or lungs. At 5AM, we went to the emergency vet. At 7AM, I was already late to let out a dog I was caring for (luckily the owner was amazing and found someone else to take care of the dog in a pinch) and we were waiting on the results of a chest X-Ray. The doctor said he wanted images because he couldn't hear his heart over all of the panting and his left breath sounds were slightly muddled. We agreed radiographs should be taken. What I didn't know was how long it would take. At 7:45, we walked out with a clear scan result and a medication to possibly help with some pain that could be causing the excessive panting, and were off to the barn to let out the horses for the morning. I was hungry at that point, and the only thing available was a Dunkin' Donuts. I got an egg and cheese on an English muffin. It could be worse; it has ~32g carb in it and I shared the bread with Wilbur. I am definitely craving sweet carbs right now. I hope this choice won't backfire.
I also had to give up going to NYC today to see Ingrid Michaelson's last show. I told her I would be there and I still want to ask her a question that I forgot to mention last time I was there. But I could NOT bring the dog home, drive back to the barn, somehow make it on a train out to the city, see the show, take the train back, etc. on 3 hours of sleep max. It got to the point where I needed to make a hard decision, but I know I made the right one. I am bummed to say the least, but it's not the end of the world. I am hopeful she will be in more Broadway shows.
Thankfully Wilbur is sleeping peacefully with his painkiller and is taking normal, even breaths. It's a relief. I only managed a couple more hours of bad sleep, so I am still a zombie. I have to go back to the barn soon to do stalls and turn those suckers back in for the night.
Being at my parents' house on Long Island Sound makes me kind of understand why people seem to like summer. I wish I could lay out swim or go on a boat. Apparently, this summer is not for that.
Tuesday
I want cake. And ice cream. And more carbs. And more sugar.
It's been a while since I've updated. Sorry about that! I've just been lazy. I will say that I am officially down 10lb. It's kind of a miracle since I wasn't eating all that healthy this week. I mean, I have been sticking to 100g (kinda) or less carbs a day, but I have been eating bad types of fats and am definitely consuming too much sugar, even if it is in 'good' forms. I'm not sure if it's because of this, but I have started breaking out on my face, which is abnormal for me (luckily). If this continues, I will have to really think about cutting down my saturated fats more thoroughly.
Thursday
I had a sandwich today. I am getting bored of the redundancy of my meals and really need to find more good, quick recipes. If I were to really fall off the wagon, that's how I'd go. But I am hoping to stop that before it gets bad. The sandwich was good; didn't cause my cravings to go haywire which is always nice.
Saturday
I had a piece of toast with lunch. I am slipping a little and the scary thing is I don't seem to really care. Well, let's make a revision. I am slipping away from the 'no breads' rule. I am still staying under my carb count most days, but I think if I keep having these allowances of bread, it might add up. Today was the last day of GISHWHES, which meant a lot of running around. It also was a full day of pet sitting, farm chores, and a hay delivery. My day started at 7AM, ended at 11:30PM. I am tired.
Sunday
Revision. I wasn't nearly as tired as I am right now. Last night, while pet sitting my parents' older dog (more of the family dog, but he lives with my parents, so I'll call him theirs), he wouldn't settle down last night. Pacing, panting, pacing, panting. When he did lay down, he would still have these shallow breaths, almost sounding like a human hyperventilating. It is different in dogs, I know, but I still was worried he wasn't getting enough oxygen, or something was wrong with his heart or lungs. At 5AM, we went to the emergency vet. At 7AM, I was already late to let out a dog I was caring for (luckily the owner was amazing and found someone else to take care of the dog in a pinch) and we were waiting on the results of a chest X-Ray. The doctor said he wanted images because he couldn't hear his heart over all of the panting and his left breath sounds were slightly muddled. We agreed radiographs should be taken. What I didn't know was how long it would take. At 7:45, we walked out with a clear scan result and a medication to possibly help with some pain that could be causing the excessive panting, and were off to the barn to let out the horses for the morning. I was hungry at that point, and the only thing available was a Dunkin' Donuts. I got an egg and cheese on an English muffin. It could be worse; it has ~32g carb in it and I shared the bread with Wilbur. I am definitely craving sweet carbs right now. I hope this choice won't backfire.
I also had to give up going to NYC today to see Ingrid Michaelson's last show. I told her I would be there and I still want to ask her a question that I forgot to mention last time I was there. But I could NOT bring the dog home, drive back to the barn, somehow make it on a train out to the city, see the show, take the train back, etc. on 3 hours of sleep max. It got to the point where I needed to make a hard decision, but I know I made the right one. I am bummed to say the least, but it's not the end of the world. I am hopeful she will be in more Broadway shows.
Thankfully Wilbur is sleeping peacefully with his painkiller and is taking normal, even breaths. It's a relief. I only managed a couple more hours of bad sleep, so I am still a zombie. I have to go back to the barn soon to do stalls and turn those suckers back in for the night.
Being at my parents' house on Long Island Sound makes me kind of understand why people seem to like summer. I wish I could lay out swim or go on a boat. Apparently, this summer is not for that.
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