I've been taking in the BBC television show, "Supersizers" for the past few days. What a treat! It consists of a restaurant reviewer (and foodie) along with a broadcaster, participating in the lifestyle of a particular period in English history for seven days. Some of the food choices are abysmal, but accurate to the time period, which is as interesting as it is frightening. I would love to see this played out in America since our foods are often quite different than our friends' across the pond.
Today, I had no change in weight(which was sort of a surprise, but nice to see). All the cheese showed up last night with a void. Ironically, I was pulled out of a deep, sleeping-pill induced coma, to take care of that business. Normally, I can't wake up from those things until at least 8 hours have passed. At 6:00am, I had more to void. Amazing! I didn't think anything was going to happen with all the cheese I'd had, yesterday. Normally, it succeeds in blocking one up.
A new recipe found my kids eating up most of what I would have saved as leftovers; Parmesan Chicken wings. There are four left and I'm fairly certain my hubby will eat them. Yikes! I had no idea the kids were going to obliterate them the way that they did. They had three each (whole wings, not broken up drumettes). My meals were good but the heavy salt from the wings will probably do me in with tomorrow's weight. I had no idea of the sodium content until I processed the recipe into the Daily Plate. I'll have to save this recipe for an every-now-and-again occasion in the future. Tomorrow, I'll see about whipping up a Cauliflower Bake (again, no leftovers are expected). Here's what I had:
I spent all day in bed today...all day. I drank lots of liquids (mostly tea), including my 2 liters of
water. Once I started taking in the water, it was amazing how much better I felt. I really slack on my water intake on the weekends. I've got to work on that.
I had a slight increase in weight; .4lbs, taking me to 174.4 which is just .2lbs under my LIW. I'm trying to be careful but my salt intake is higher than I'd like. I think it would be better if I could include a bit more dairy. The illness needs to high-tail it outta here so that I can. I miss my cheese! There are Babybels in the fridge waiting for me to devour them!
I didn't eat very much today in hopes that injesting lots of liquids would be better for me. I did give myself a treat (sugarless chocolate after dinner and a little brandy in my tea for a hot toddy). It's a risk and I'll probably pay for it tomorrow. I'll be watching things more closely in the following days. Here's what I had:
September 2nd, 2013
Write in your diary: How do you feel today?
I didn't work out this morning because my hubby came home late last night (around ten) and we sat up talking for a while. This morning, when my alarm went off, I was still "in the nook", so I just cozied in tighter and laid with him instead. I plan on working out this evening (just like I planned on working out last evening), but we'll see what happens. The eating went well, although I was a tad bit over my salt. My famous pasta salad sent me over the edge. Dang those wonderful artichokes and sun dried 'matoes!
but sore. TOM appeared this morning and I will not be doing my weekly weigh tomorrow because of it (I look and feel about three months preggers). I didn't notate my food for the entire day Saturday, nor did I document Sunday (Mother's Day). I enjoyed myself, but kept things pretty under control.
I worked out this morning on the elliptical for 30 minutes. I burned 365 calories and finished the Golden Girls. I plan on an afternoon workout, but we'll see what happens. The Firm was my workout Saturday morning. Susan Harris, true to form, left me feeling like someone had jumped up and down on me yesterday and today. I'm grateful because I now know what needs the most work. [edit this diary entry]
Although things are still going well (my weight isn't up, despite TOM coming and I worked out on the Elliptical for 45 minutes, burning 540 calories), I noticed a new trend emerging. The sodium levels are down. Good news; however, the carbs are up. I used to keep them under 170 grams (or, I tried to) and now they are well above that. Is that the trade off? The flavor has to come from somewhere, so if it's not salt it's sugar? Not sure right now. There are a couple of days where the carbs were low, but then so were the calories and fat. Too, low. I'll keep an eye on it. (The stats pasted weirdly today. Probably because I'm on my stupid Vista computer at home. Ugh! This thing...)
Did you partake in the free meal from Oprah, yet? Well, there's still time (mid-May) to run to your local KFC and pick up some goodies. The grilled chicken tastes suspiciously like their roasted chicken from a few years back. I suspect it wasn't popular, which is why the menu item was retired. Now that people are taking a stronger interest in their eating habits and health, along comes the chicken with the lines (grilled) but, really roasted. Whatever. It was good. I kept it light-fare by choosing sweet corn (no sodium at all with this), a dry side salad (I added my own dressing at home), and a corn muffin in place of the biscuit (less sodium and fat). I didn't work out twice like I'd planned; however, I did mow the lawn (first time in my life!) and felt that was a super substitute. Here's the journal entry from yesterday:
Things are going really well. I'm now 184.8 and, even though a lot of it is water, I'm psyched by finding the magic bullet. I just hope I can keep it up. Cinco De Mayo is here and it's off to eat Mexican food at lunch. Mexican equals a salt lick. I will try my very best. [edit this diary entry]
Still doing well with my salt intake, although I had to "guess" on my tacos. That's all I had with some salsa and just a few of the chips on the table (maybe four).
An airy, forty-something water-bearer that marches to the beat of her own drum. I'm a wife, a mother of two and avid animal lover. I also love to travel and may one day make that part of my profession.
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