Ms Elizabeth's Journal, 03 May 2013

I want to eat. I want to eat alot. I want a the giant bag of multi grain tortillas that are currently sitting on the counter at home. I want to eat the entire bag. I want candy. I want mcdonalds. I want cold pizza for breakfast. I want a king sized peanut butter twix. Heck I want 2! But.. I'm resisting because I think maybe the scale could be down but I'm not sure because I can't get on it and I know that if I do start eating I won't stop and I will gain 5 lbs. But I don't know where I'm at! Am I in the 150's the 140's? No clue. Why do I want to eat? It could be two things...

First reason.. yesterday I walked twice, shoveled 3 tons of saw dust from a dump wagon, did my normal barn chores, cleaned house, and chased kids. Maybe the extra walking and shoveling is making me think I need something to eat to replace those calories. I know when I workout and I start to lose I crave more because my body is trying to hold onto the weight. When I feel like I want to eat the box the cookies came in as well as the cookies then I drop in weight. This could be a good thing.

Second reason... The 9 yr old has become a teenager. Usually we leave at the same time. I leave out the back door, she leaves out the front door and by the time I get lil man wrestled into the car the bus is pulling away. This morning? I was running a lil late so I was watching her walk out the door. She went to her room the first time for her water bottle, the second time for a paper that was in her hand.. I was suspicious the second time but I didn't have time to investigate so I told her to get her butt out the door then I went out the back door. I could have sworn I heard her open the front door and go out. She missed the bus. Apparently she thought she left something in her room, again. Seriously? Do I look that stupid? Did she actually leave out the front door then walk back in the second she heard me go out the back? After a 10 minute rant trying to get the trush she says she wanted to take the heels I gave her for dressup to show her friends. I don't buy it. I already had to yell at her twice to change her clothes because she's all leg and those shorts weren't going out of the house. Then she wanted to wear the same shirt she wore last night. Um. gross. No. Smacks head.. It's starting!!!!!! Make it stop!! Needless to say.. I was cursing up a storm, running 20 minutes behind, and the little man's next words could be questionable.

So.. it's only 9am and breakfast is gone. Getting the shell off a hard boiled egg when you're driving gets interesting when it's stop and go. My boss caught me coming in 15 minutes late. The sitter has asked if I could be a lil early picking up lil man. Employee of the year right here! Hubby is out in the field from chore time to chore time trying to get corn in the ground. Do I dare ask him to take at least a half hour off to go get his son? Then hear about everything he could have gotten done in that half hour... eh.. I'll decide later. Maybe if I send a text with the request and a pic of my boobs I will have better results.

There is good news that's still kinda bad news. I was going through capris an amazing woman gave to me looking for something to wear today. I was really looking forward to wearing one pair but I put them on.. and they fell off. They're too big! But I really wanted to wear them.. so I'm keeping them up with a belt. I need to go through the rest this weekend. I never thought I would wear capris. Whenever I put them on at my heaviest my calves and thighs looked massive. Now? Not so much. Yay!

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1463 kcal

Fat: 52.34g | Prot: 77.82g | Carb: 156.00g.   Breakfast: Strawberry Greek Yogurt, Large Grade A Eggs (Hard Boiled), Fat Free French Vanilla Creamer, Coffee (Brewed From Grounds) . Lunch: Baby-cut California Carrots, Kens Lite Creamy Parmesan with Cracked Peppercorn Dressing, Fully Cooked Crispy Chicken Strips, Baby Spring Mix. Dinner: Crispy Chicken Strips, Apples. Snacks/Other: tostitos multi grain scoops, Salsa (Medium), Pop Secret 94% Fat Free Microwave Butter Popcorn. more...