Attack of the Hunger Monster!

Oh dear. Not having very much fill is a little dangerous. Here are some of the sins I've committed against my band (still unnamed) this week:

Saturday (after my unfill): ate a whole Grilled Chicked Fiesta Burrito from Taco Bell (I tore off the excess tortilla bits)--not horrible, but I think I shouldn't have been able to do that!

Sunday: ate TWO Meximelts and a bean burrito from Taco Bell! They were spaced out, but again--I'm pretty sure I shouldn't have done that!

Monday: ate a huge bowlful of mashed potatoes with gravy (probably about 2.5 potatoes' worth)

Tuesday: ate a cup and half of homemade jjimdalk (not an unhealthy dish, but I definitely ate too much)

After Monday, I realized I needed to re-focus on my portions (as well as the food choices). Just because it will go down doesn't mean I should eat it! Yesterday I returned my focus to eating slowly and small bandster-size portions and I listened to my stomach and was fine. I just had a couple of crazy days, and those combined with my lack of exercise lately (and the fact that I threw up nearly every meal last week) I'm sure is what contributed to my 2-pound gain the other day. Live and learn and move on, right? Right.

I can't believe that Christmas is next week. I still haven't bought my husband his gift(s); oh well, where's the fun if it's not last-minute?

I leave you with this--it's the photo we sent out with our Christmas cards this year.

You wouldn't believe how difficult it was to get the cats' heads up! The black cat (Mewster) was growling at the other one (Elliot) and Marc is holding Elliot's head up with his hand. Those boys do NOT like to be restrained against their will!

Cats and Weight and Oatmeal, oh my!

Okay, so I have 2 cats that I love dearly. I swear, if I wasn't married, I'd be a scary cat lady by now. Anyway, their names are Mewster and Elliot. Mewster is a 15 pound 9-year-old tuxedo, and Elliot is a 10-pound almost 3-year-old gray tabby.

Elliot tends to keep to himself more, but Mewster likes to be very... involved... in what we're doing. For example, he adores strawberry yogurt. It's like he has a radar that announces when I'm about to eat strawberry yogurt and he will literally steal it off the spoon while I'm trying to eat. If I set the cup on a table, he will stick his face in and go to town. Another example: I'm sitting here trying to type, and Mewster just came laid across my arm. Basically, his butt's on the table and his front half is being held up mid-air by my arm.

My weight is kind of at a stand-still, as the scale hasn't moved since Sunday. I know, I know, only a couple of days, but I liked seeing it go down every day! Probably has to do with eating solid foods again. I increased my walking a little bit, and today I'm going to try to incorporate some Jillian Michaels (maybe No More Trouble Zones, as 30 Day Shred may be a bit too much).

Today I decided would be a good day to try something besides a protein drink for breakfast, so I made some instant oatmeal (Apples and Cinnamon). Oh God, I think I had two bites off my baby spoon and now I'm stuck. I even chewed the mush! I wonder if this means I'm going to be one of those super-tight-in-the-morning people. I'm trying to just wait it out and not PB, but it's really painful and I may end up giving in.

Yesterday I made chicken fajitas for lunch. I took a tortilla and cut it into quarters and put little spoonfuls of chicken and veggies on each one, then topped with salsa and cheese. I microwaved it so it'd be all gooey. Of course, after not even two quarters I was done so I had the rest for dinner--didn't get stuck at all! Now this morning I can't even do oatmeal???! Grrrr. Oh well. Learning experience, I keep telling myself.

Have a good day!