Week Whatever

As of this week I am 46 and counting down. I know it has been a looong time since I posted anything, but I have lots of excuses.

First - I broke my scale. I didn't do it intentionally. I put it up on the dryer while I was washing the laundry room floor and it fell off and pretty much destroyed itself. Maybe it was trying to tell me something. I tend to become a tad scale-obsessed, and I really should stay away from them, but we all know how difficult that is.

Second - I bought a new scale. Of course it gave me a different weight than the old one did, and it was a weight I did not like. I decided to wait a couple of weeks until I could see a definite change on the new scale, and move on from there. It's only a number, but I like to see a downward trend.

Third - I got a wicked awful chest cold that just about did me in. Ever since childhood I have had at least one bout of chest cold/bronchitis that lasts about 3 weeks. Doesn't seem to matter what I do it's with me for that long and it's time I gave up fighting it. Sometimes it's just best to give in, rest, drink plenty of fluids, and bitch about the crap that's on tv.

So - the trend is still moving down, I feel good about what I'm eating now that I've ditched bread in any form - including pita, tortilla, flat, bagel, sweet, homemade from all the best grain money can buy, and ezekial. I can't eat it. It sets off a trigger in my brain that tells me to run to the nearest store and stock up on candy (at least the trigger has me running.) I give in - eat the junk, and then feel awful for several days afterward.

Watch this space for less of me. 46 counting down.