The stupid scales this morning said I gained weight this week.
I am feeling pretty sorry for myself.
I mean, *sniffle* even though I didn't keep my food blog up to date every day, I still did not veer from the plan. I worked out every day, and hard, too.
Even on Halloween; did I even have one little taste of candy? No. None.
Confession: On Halloween, I did eat two whole grain pancakes throughout the day, dipped in no more than three tablespoons of my home made sugar free apricot syrup. The whole grain pancakes - they didn't get put away after breakfast so I kept picking at them and dipping them, and justifying that they were actually going to be a snack. But really, it was more than a snack and the worst part is that I stopped counting the carbs with them, because they were such little bites and only every couple of hours. Oh! The guilt! That was just one day. I have been perfect in my eating since.
I ran/walked 4 miles on Halloween, too, (and it felt so good).
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*Smiling!* |
Mostly I decided to run because I was really high strung and a little angry. Aside from the stress of having my step son and his pregnant wife and their baby here all weekend and Halloween day...
which means all the kids and grand-babies gather here. Don't get me wrong, I love them, it's just stressful-
...aside from all that, one of Keith's steers got out and was in my neighbor's front yard eating the leaves off her trees. The timing was great: My neighbor Leslie kindly called me just as Keith was driving away to work. (Note to Self: make cookies and deliver to Leslie.) So what else could I do but put my big cowgirl panties on and wrangle it back into our field. The stupid cow had walked right over one section of barbed wire that was a little low. So naturally, next, I fetched wire cutters and a spool of wire, and gloves, and I fixed it all up. Shoulda put some overalls and a straw hat on for effect.
The fresh autumn air felt so good, and that's when I decided to go running. Running outside really clears the mind. I ran straight for the first two miles, and walked/ran the rest of the way home.
Well, the cattle situation has improved, until next spring, anyway. This morning before dawn, Keith and I and two of our three sons (the third son has a broken ankle) managed to get all four steers into the cattle trailer without too much trouble, and I drove them, by myself, to the auction in Idaho Falls and to the butcher guy in Rigby.
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These are, in fact, the four that I relocated this morning. |
The cows are a major source of stress for me. Although I have been around them my entire life, I do not like them and I do not claim to be a cowgirl. If my husband knew how much I dreaded loading them and driving them around, he might feel a little more sorry for me. But I would never let him know how much I hate it (I think he actually knows...ack.), because I love him too much. He really loves having them, and he really needs my help.
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See? Keith loves his cows, and they love him, too. |
Anyway, doing things I don't like, that help me to grow and become better experienced in life, gives me stress and makes me want to eat.
But I didn't. And I won't. Except maybe sometimes I might fall and eat a whole grain pancake with sugar free apricot syrup.
So, to celebrate my accomplishment, what I DID do, instead of what I didn't lose, here's a little badge of encouragement:
Thank you very much, Me!
Onward!