So, of all things, in order to finish the course early, so that the instructor could catch his flight, the decision was made to order pizza in for lunch. Luckily this was announced yesterday, and... I DID IT. I avoided the pizza monster. From the safe harbour of my high fiber, high protein salad and V8 juice I was able to see this menace for what it really was, instead of what it represented. It even looked like a particularly sad pizza, but in the past it would not have mattered. Diet tragedy avoided.
This is going to be a rough week at work. Staffing-wise we're a little better off (so far), but schedule-wise its as bad or worse than last week. I've given up any hope of having actual time to sit down and eat a proper meal. I've taken to eating in front of the patients while they do their exercises. My boss doesn't care. Patient's don't seem to care. In fact, they feel sorry for us. Bottom line, the company doesn't care about anything but visit numbers, so since I also have an obligation to myself to eat REAL FOOD, I will eat my salad. And I will not apologize for it.
Tonight it might be stir fry, or it might be hotdogs and some kind of salad or beans or mashed cauliflower. I'm not cooking. Dude knows the rules. He's been pretty good about the cooking, even though he's not on the diet. Last week, though, he made a stir fry with this sweet Indonesian ketjap manis soy sauce, AND sweet chili sauce...something didn't click in his head, I guess, about the whole sugar thing. There haven't been any starches at dinner in a long time. This is a big change for us. When we first moved here, a healthy night was pasta with red sauce. That seems so hard to believe, now, when we're literally having trouble fitting all of the veg into the fridge, and leaving nothing behind at the end of the week.
Does this dog make my butt look big...?
SW 167 (2/2012)
Reboot SW 163 (2/22/13)
CW 163 (after 4 weeks! WTF!?)
STG 153 (the weight where I fell off the wagon last time)
GW 125 by my 40th birthday 2013