Scale Sunday: Week 7

Monday morning: Hey you. There are two more brownie cookies stashed in the cupboard that no once knows about. AND NO-ONE EVER HAS TO KNOW....

Me: Shut up self.

A little later: So...I don't mean to nag, but those candies that boy managed to sneak in the cart and through checkout without you seeing? Yeah...they're still hiding in that desk drawer. They're tiny...minuscule, really. They're like...NOTHING compared to a brownie cookie. Go ahead and have one. You deserve it.

Me: Leave me alone! *30 minutes later, cramming a brownie cookie in my mouth.

After that I started handing out candies to my little people so they couldn't whisper at me from the desk drawer. "That's a lovely A you wrote right there, have a Kit Kat. Oh, 12+5=18? No, not quite, but close enough. Have a Kit Kat. Having a bad day? Here, have some Kit Kats."

This week's craziness multiplied itself from there so that I didn't have much time to worry about missed treats. I honestly was lucky to get a meal in twice a day. I'd like to say the habits I've rebuilt over the last seven weeks have played a big role in my ability to *mostly* stick to good food, as hungry as I was. I did stay strong the last time I got groceries and denied myself Greek yogurt...my one last treat. It's easy to pretend it's healthy, but in reality it's loaded with sugar. And then I broke down mid-week when I ran to get milk after a pharmacy stop, and bought some pumpkin spice and coffee & cream Chobani. The argument for mental health finally won over. Everything tastes a million times better when you're hungry, but I'm convinced that coffee & cream yogurt is the next best thing to a slice of tiramisu.

That's about it this week, guys. My exercise was hauling around a hurting baby, pacing back and forth across the house a million times, squatting to pick someone up, being mom.

Weight lost since January 1:
57 pounds