This morning the scale read 172.2, which is down a tiny bit from last week's weight of 172.4. I am meeting my goal of staying the same during this season of challenges. I must admit, however, that I weighed 171.6 yesterday morning. It is still frustrating to have my body overreact so violently to something as virtuous as pineapple.
At the adoption ceremony yesterday, I positioned myself as the cake server. It worked wonderfully. I happily cut the cake and had none for myself. I really didn't want any. It was that *nasty* grocery store bakery stuff that is in no way worth the cost. BUT, someone had brought some pineapple chunks. As is typical, put most on a serving plate and the remainder was left in the kitchen to replenish as it was eaten. There was a good bit leftover, and as we were cleaning up, I had a few chunks.
I don't like it, but that is my reality now. As healthy as fruit is, I must limit myself. That is just the way it is.
On Tuesday, my sister arrives with her children and the party begins. As I've said plenty of times before my family is totally supportive and won't try to entice me to eat anything I shouldn't. My problem is what I'm dubbing the 'weekend syndrome.' For some reason, I stall out on the weekends. I'm afraid, being out of my routine for a whole week, will have the same effect on my weight loss.
So, I've decided to keep my meals as much as possible at the same time every day. I'm going to prepare my meals tomorrow afternoon just like I do on any other Sunday. Perhaps that will make it easier during the week to stay on an eating schedule more like a typical week. I'll find soon enough if it is a good idea.
BTW, we've had some rain and the water here is much better.
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