I woke up to these staring me in the face:
Three lonely little cupcakes that will have to take up residency in Dustin’s stomach because I ain’t touchin them (how’s that for some fancy white trash talkin). I’m proud to say that I recorded all of my calories yesterday, and didn’t do nearly as much damage as I thought I had. What, what?!
This morning I woke up with a pretty serious pain in the back of my knee, and it hurts when I try to fully extend it. It feels like something is going to pop, and so I went for a leisurely walk and avoided some of the major hills I usually go up and down to see if I could loosen it up. Nope. Still hurts. Looks like I may be putting the running schedule on hold for a bit to see if I can get it back to feeling normal. I was afraid this might happen. I’m not frustrated though! I can still walk, therefore I will still be doing some walking for exercise, and until it’s feeling 100% I will have to be watching my calorie intake like a hawk.
I can say that I have had a successful week of tracking these last seven days and I am curious to see what the scale will say tomorrow. I have not weighed myself all week, and I will see if that has made any difference in the numbers tomorrow morning. I do know that I haven’t had my Thyroid medication in almost two weeks (because I am lazy and didn’t get it refilled, and then there were no refills on it, blah, blah, blah), and unfortunately I do think that it will have an effect on my weigh in. But that’s ok. I’m in a good mind-set right now and I’m ready to face the numbers good or bad.
As far as my daily struggle goes, here it is:
No, not that adorable child that won’t eat hardly anything (her stomach must really be the size of her fist). It’s all of that extra food that is on her plate. I don’t know about you, but I hate wasting the food I have prepared, and I have had to change my mind-set real quick. Hanna eats pretty much anything I put in front of her, but she never finishes it. I’ve even tried making smaller portions, but she will just eats less. Weird, I know.
One of the hardest parts of my day is not finishing her plate of food. I have to immediately throw it down the garbage disposal or else into my tummy (and onto my tummy) it goes.
Although, I will say it gets a little easier everyday.
What is your daily struggle?