What I saw Sunday on the scale: 180.4
What I saw Monday on the scale: 180.4
What I saw Tuesday on the scale: 180.4
Every day I ate differently, woke up at a different hour, and exercised at a different level. But that number stays the same.
I'm really starting to think: FRICKEN PLATEAU!
That's just eerie. Eeeeeeerie. How can it be the same, the very same number, that keeps plaguing me down to the TENTH OF A POUND?
Okay, who is digging on the honeycrisp apples this month?
I'm really happy they are included in today's organic co-op. I'd been getting a few every time I hit the grocery store, cause they really are my fave apples. I'm always insanely happy when I can add one a day (doctor, stay away) to my dinner as dessert (or eaten as a snack, depending). The texture is divine. The tart-sweet combo perfect. OMG, thank you for honeycrisps!
If you've never tasted one, hurry and go buy a half dozen for a week's worth of mouth-happiness!
It's an emotional week.
The weather was utter crap this weekend. Like monsoon crappy. Couldn't walk.
We're under a tornado watch in three counties (mine included) right now. Sigh.
My grandniece's birthday party was Sunday, and I got to wear that green/brown pattern Evan Picone I showed off in pics recently. Fit me even better.
I guess the scale ain't moving much but things are redistributing.
To test that, I measured. Yep. Lost nearly a whole inch in bra band size from 3 weeks ago (when I measured to buy some bras). Waist is the 35 I aimed for in Slimmer this Summer. Hips the same. I'm counting that as an 'up' to the scale's not moving "down".
Birthday Party: Up.
Went shopping, since it was rainy and I had presents to get. Shopped for myself in "normal stores": Up.
Had to cancel my doc appointment due to flood warnings. South of us, there were tornado warnings.): Down. I'm running out of Singulair.
Did a new move I couldn't do before in Pilates: Up.
Saw my sister developing a moon-face from the cortisone she's been on for her heart issues: Down.
Upcoming highs and lows:
Low: Friday is my nephew's birthday Or would be, had he not passed away in July. :..( There is a special mass for him, and so we're getting together. I had promised him last year to make my Spanish Omelette for him (he loved mine with the sweet onion variation) for his birthday. I plan to make it in his honor and share with the family. It will be sad.
High: Then Saturday, is his daughter's birthday party. My hubby is dj-ing. See what I meant about high-low. I know my nephew would want his daughter to have joy and pleasure and celebration. And that's what I want for her. To remember her papa, but to have joy that he would want her to have.
Then Sunday is her actual birthday, and we'll probably gather again: High.
My nephew won't be there on his daughter's 13th birthday: Down.
So, I'll be having emotional whiplash this week! And fighting off those food tempations that occur whenever folks gather for events. Such is life.
I have a friend coaxing me to do NaNo (National Novel writing Month challenge). I may.
I may use it just to spit out a lot of stuff without editing. Let it be total crap just to see if I can get my creative juices flowing.
I want to tackle the clutter before the novel, but maybe NaNo is a way to just get that part of the brain that is most creative awakened.
I don't want to risk carpal tunnel syndrome waking up, though--I used to have it bad, had to use splints, ice, painkillers--so I'm gonna consider this, not rule it out, but maybe accept that if writing more than 1000 words a day, day in and day out, reawakens the CTS beast, I'll have to back off.
Still, I'm craving my creativity. I miss those years when I wrote stories, poems, began my novel, got great feedback, had editors interested. Part of me wants badly to go the distance and do my best. Do it, try it, and if I fall on my face, so be it.
You can't gain a chance at the win,at the high, at the success, at the uber-joy, if you don't give it your best.
Be it weight loss, organization, novel writing, relationships.. LIFE...our best shot is what it takes to get all the sweet potential blossoming.
Happy Tuesday, folks.