Bizarre food day

Yesterday was an odd day. I woke up really early with a sore back. I hadn't slept well and had no appetite for breakfast. I started the morning with coffee and once I got nice and caffeinated I started cleaning. Lunch time passed and was forgotten. I was so immersed in cleaning that I didn't even think to stop to eat something. By the time dinner time rolled around I was famished and ate way too much pasta and a greasy (but delicious!) pork chop. All in all, I should have planned better and not eaten all my calories in one meal. Live and learn eh?

Tomorrow is my husband's 32nd birthday. I get to go gift shopping for him this afternoon so I'm sure I'll get plenty of exercise while I traipse through store after store looking for the perfect items. He always get so weird about his birthday. Not like he's scared or angry that he's getting older, but...I don't know...anxious about gifts. He never wants anyone to get him anything (with the exception of me...he doesn't mind gifts from me, but only because he knows I'll get them anyways!) but he doesn't like people doting on him. He told me last night that he hopes my parents forget it's his birthday. He also doesn't want a surprise lunch or dinner sprung on him like it was on me. I understand that; who wants to be stuck somewhere they don't want to be?

It'll all go okay though. I'm hoping once these vacations and three day weekends are over I can get my shit together and really start focusing on losing. This 'eat good for a few days, blow it for a few days' crap has got to stop. I think the only thing I'm succeeding in doing is throwing my body out of whack.

Oh, I almost forgot! My mother in law called yesterday to let me know that the surgery is a go and that she's planning on putting her ward in a home for five days so she can have the surgery and have a few days to recover. This works out for everyone because she gets a few days extra break with just her husband around and I don't have to put anyone before anyone else. Now I just hope that nothing gets in the way of her getting surgery. There always seems to be something. She's been up a few times for surgery and it's fallen through for various reasons.

I hope everyone has a great weekend; enjoy that extra day if you get it off!

Not as bad as I thought, initially.

I took Jenn's advice and calculated the junk I ate last night after dinner. Turns out I only went over by about 250 calories. At first. Somewhere around midnight I literally dipped a tablespoon in to the jar of peanut butter and ate it straight off the spoon with a handful of honey nut cheerios. Nice huh? That upped my oops to about 540 over. Ah well. This is going to be a long ass process and if I get upset over this I won't be going very far. It's not like I ate an entire cake or anything. Still, I need to be more careful. A few screw ups aren't going to ruin me, but if I allow it to happen too often I'm not going to see any results at all.

Which brings me to my next topic. Saturday is my Mom's birthday. I promised her a month ago that we would go over for a barbeque and I'm dreading it. I hate eating in front of my Mom anyway and to save my sanity I've chosen not to tell her about my trying to lose weight. I'll wind up with a couple hours of outdated advice and some "helpful" comments I really don't need to hear now or ever. Basically what this boils down to is that I'm going to eat whatever is served, but I'm going to try to keep everything in small portions. Gotta pick your battles, right?