Scale Sunday: Week 8

I feel very blah lately. It's the season where there's so much to do every day that my food choices have been pushed to the back burner. My energy has been pretty much sapped by everything else. So, while I have not been binging or cheating, I have not made a spectacular effort at making healthy choices and getting my leafy greens in. I've gone to ground, so to speak.

We buy groceries every two weeks unless there's some staple that we run out of. So by the second week most of the fresh produce has been eaten and we switch gears to more of the frozen veggies. This week, well...blah. I have no right to be picky, but frozen vegetables are not my thing. (I have a pang of conscience when I think of what poor kids in third world countries would think of that. How very spoiled we are!) The only thing that has kept me on track is my ability to tell myself no, even when I'm really hungry. So if I couldn't find something to eat that was on my "safe food list" and didn't turn my stomach, I ate nothing. All week when I peeked in the fridge all I could see were hashbrowns and minute steak with gravy and pizza and taco meat and bags and bags of French toast and sausage links and sausage patties...and one lone head of lettuce and some limp broccoli. Blah. I pretty much lived off of eggs, almonds, and carrots.

Me as a child, shoveling cake in my mouth. Not much has changed in the last 33 years!

Even my brother was dismayed at my lack of self control. 😂

I laid in bed last night and my muscles hurt like they haven't hurt in years. Granted, I spent an hour and a half walking the grocery store aisles and then went up and down stairs multiple times putting clothes away. But I'm convinced it was mostly because I haven't been meeting my nutritional needs. It pains me to admit I need need to start taking supplements. I have an avid aversion to pills. 

I'm not sure what good my blabbering will do any of you, other than commiseration if you're in the same place, and don't do what Julie's doing.