Three Cheers for an On-Plan Monday!

I was disappointed that Costco didn’t have their 6-count boxes of Kirkland egg white cartons when I was there Saturday. Instead they had 4-count boxes of Egg Beaters. I think the others were a better value. Costco also wouldn’t accept my $2 off Truvia manufacturer’s coupon. Be careful, Costco: you’re losing points with me.

I made a new recipe last night and share it in the THM Beginners group. A question was raised about the low-carb coating on the Dreamfield pasta and whether cooking it on the stove and then cooking it more in the oven would destroy the coating. My suggestion would be to cook it less time on the stove to allow for the oven time.

Three Cheese Chicken Penne Pasta Bake (S)
One box Dreamfields penne pasta
1 or 2 packages (9 oz.) fresh spinach leaves
1 pound boneless, skinless chicken breasts, cut into bite-size pieces
1 tsp. basil leaves
1 jar (sugar-free) spaghetti sauce (I use the Best Choice tomato basil)
1 can (14.5) diced tomatoes, drained
4 oz. Neufchatel cheese (1/3 less fat cream cheese), cubed
2 cups shredded mozzarella cheese, divided
4 Tbl. grated parmesan cheese

Heat oven to 375 F. Cook pasta as directed on package, adding spinach to the boiling water for the last minute.
Cook and stir chicken and basil in large non-stick skillet on medium high heat three minutes. Add spaghetti sauce and tomatoes; bring to a boil; simmer until chicken is done. Stir in Neufchatel cheese
Drain pasta mixture and stir the pasta and one cup of the mozzarella cheese into chicken mixture.
Spoon into a 9 X 13 inch baking dish.
Bake for 20 minutes.
Sprinkle with remaining mozzarella and parmesan cheese and bake another five or six minutes.

I walked to Wal-Mart yesterday afternoon with my daughter and her coworker. It was pretty warm and humid, and we hadn’t even gotten to the end of our street before I was already rethinking my decision to go.

Thankfully it was overcast on the way there and wasn’t as hot as it was on the way home when the sun was out full-force.

When I got home I couldn’t cool off fast enough. I had rivulets of sweat running down my face: that last hill had been a killer! I was happy I had gone, though: I need every bit of exercise I can get!

I was just disappointed that I had forgotten to take my hand weights with me! I bought them on Saturday night when Chelsea and I went to Super Center in Richmond. I only got the pound weights (one for each hand) and thought maybe after a while I could work myself up to two pounds per hand.

You know Robert Irvine, the muscular guy on Restaurant Impossible? One of the trivia questions that they have on the show revealed that he got his muscles by lots of reps with smaller weights. Interesting!

There is a section in The Sugar Solution that deals with exercise and resistance training, complete with pictures. One thing I’ve learned from the book is that I’m supposed to make slow, deliberate movements when working with weights because that is more beneficial than letting the momentum of fast movements move the weights for me.

Just like anything else, I’m going to have to make myself do these weights. Just a couple of reps of lifting my arms above my head and straight out to my sides a day is bound to make adifference. And then I can build on that. It’s not fun, but it’s also not impossible. Maybe that will help me get rid of some of the hanging skin on my upper arms.

It’s supposed to be hot all week, in the nineties, and I’m thanking the good Lord for the air conditioning on my bus. He is so good to me. I’m also thanking Him that I weigh a lot less this year than last year at this time, and that will help me, too, in feeling less miserable on these hot days!

Chelsea had a catheter crisis on Saturday night and wasn’t able to get through to the Visiting Nurse Association until 11:00 or 11:30 on Sunday morning. We were even watching You Tube videos on the off-chance that I may be able to get a new Foley going myself, but neither Chelsea nor I were comfortable with that idea! I’m glad Chelsea wasn’t–because I would have felt guilty if I had been the only one who didn’t want me to do it! I mean, I used to catheterize her when she was a baby and small child, but intermittent cathing is a lot less involved than the insertion of the Foley catheter as shown on the video.

When the nurse (and a job-shadowing male nurse) got here, Chelsea found out that she is the weekend nurse all the time, so she got her number so she could call her directly if we have any other weekend emergencies.

Oh, I almost forgot! My Piggly Wiggly has Best Choice green beans on sale this week for forty-nine cents a can. I need to buy as many cans as possible before the sale ends on Wednesday. A lot of times I’ll open a can of green beans for Chuck to have with dinner because he doesn’t care for broccoli. Anytime I can stock up on half-price veggies I will do it! You can’t have too many in your pantry!

Stats for 8/31/15DSCF4381
Weight: N/A
Exercise: 1.103 miles on the treadmill, 144 calories burned
Blood sugar:
Pre-breakfast snack (5:30) FP: mocha cheesecake FSF
Breakfast (8:45) E: Blueberry Yogurt Baked Oatmeal
Lunch (12:15) E: turkey sandwich on Ezekiel with lettuce, tomato, onion, one wedge of Happy Farms cheese and mustard
Afternoon snack (4:00) E: Fuji apple and Triple Zero Greek yogurt
Dinner (7:45) S: Sirloin burger with sauteed onion and mushrooms on a bed of lettuce and tomatoes with either mayo or mustard and ketchup, with a side of steamed broccoli. Chuck and Chelsea will have leftover Three-Cheese Chicken Penne Pasta.


Date Day Saturday, War Room

Chuck and I went to IHOP for breakfast. Becky Adams was right: their hamburgers are wonderful, and they were very accommodating! I ordered my burger without a bun and they let me order steamed broccoli instead of fries.

Chuck and I went to the Independence Commons and saw War Room for their 11:00 showing. Going at 11:00 instead of 2:00 saved us over six dollars.

He and I totally splurged on popcorn and pop, but we don’t go to movies very often. I didn’t feel guilty. Later when I was on the treadmill, burning off those unnecessary calories, I felt stupid, but not guilty.

Chuck and I cried like babies. The movie was excellent, and when it comes out on DVD we will buy it to add to our collection. We thought the movie was superior on all levels: acting, direction, production. The movie held our attention from beginning to end, and that’s the mark of a good movie. It had a powerful message, and I would even pay to see it again in the theater.

We saw some good previews of upcoming movies, too, and I made mental note of them. We want to see Woodlawn in October and The 33 in November. Also coming up in November is the animated film, The Good Dinosaur. Chuck has no interest in seeing it, but I told him maybe I could take Cameron with me and we could eat out and spend some quality mother/son time.

Chuck and Cameron go to ballgames all the time, but I would love spending more time alone with Cameron, too. I told Chuck he should do the same with Chelsea. He said he already spends alone time with Chelsea, but I told him doctor’s appointments don’t count.

Risen is being released in November or December, too, and I wouldn’t mind going to see that one, either. As you may suspect, it’s about the resurrection of Jesus, only it is recounted through the eyes and investigation of an unbeliever.

I found out something interesting today: Costco doesn’t accept manufacturer’s coupons. I had my $2 off Truvia coupon in hand, but they wouldn’t take it. I was going to use it later at Sam’s Club, but their Truvia is higher than it is at Costco ($15.48 compared to Costco’s $14.99), and I decided to hold onto it until Sam’s Club runs a sale–which hopefully they will do before the coupon expires in 2016.

Because we had a full day planned, I was out of bed too early, after having gone to bed at 1:00 a.m. I was zonked when I got home this afternoon, but my time on the treadmill has rejuvenated me somewhat.

I need to run to Richmond to pick up meatballs, chili sauce and grape jelly for the church dinner tomorrow, and I’m almost out of foundation, too! I need to get some of that.

I am ready to try out the new skin care products at the Trim Healthy Mama store (affiliate link). The new Orange Silk Hydrating Cream and the Spünj (affiliate link) sound like wonderful products, and I’ve heard great things about them! Who wouldn’t want younger-looking skin? I would! I mean, I like my Noxema, but I’m ready to try something new!

Since I don’t buy milk, anymore, the aid on my bus gave me an idea: sometimes, when the recipes I make for church (and hubby) call for milk, I should use powdered milk so that I can just make a little bit for the recipe and not have to worry about the rest of the container going bad and my having to pour it down the drain. Smart! I don’t know why I didn’t think of that!

I’ve been buying Friendly Farms almond milk at Aldi’s. That’s also smart because it’s about a dollar cheaper per half-gallon than what I’ve been spending at Piggly Wiggly. If I keep a running list, I can pick up some really good buys at Aldi’s, including their cottage cheese and their Happy Farms wedge cheese that is similar to Laughing Cow.

Chelsea has been doing fairly well. The last time her nurse was here she said it seemed that the tunneling in the wound was better than she had ever seen it, which means the tunnels weren’t as deep. Maybe it’s closing in a little! Thanks to all the prayer warriors and to our Mighty God!

I’m still waiting for my lab report to be mailed to me. I finally called them on Tuesday and talked to a nurse who said my lab looked good. I told her I didn’t know if that was good news or bad news. If my thyroid is normal, what does that mean about my heart flutters? The upside is, I haven’t been experiencing them for the last several days. One of my readers suggested that it was my treadmill maybe that was doing it, but wouldn’t it make sense if the flutters happened either on the treadmill or directly following it? Because I experienced a lot of flutters throughout the day, it was seemingly unrelated, but, who knows, maybe it’s my heart getting stronger!!  🙂

I’m ending with a thought about cheating. The other day it occurred to me that when I “cheat” on my diet, I’m not cheating Trim Healthy Mama (affiliate link) or Pearl and Serene or the ladies in the THM Beginners group or even the readers of my blog. The only one I’m cheating is myself. Most importantly, I’m cheating my family, and they deserve better than that.

Weight: N/A
Exercise: 1.102 on treadmill with 148 calories burned, good hills, good sweat, and walking with purpose at Costco and Sam’s Club today. Later: another 1.596 miles and 184 calories burned for a grand total of 2.698 miles and 332 calories burned.
Blood sugar:
Breakfast (10:00) S:  IHOP, two hamburger patties, American and mozzarella cheese, lettuce, tomato, may, mustard, ketchup, steamed broccoli and a dill pickle spear.
Lunch: N/A  popcorn and a movie, War Room (total cheat), 4.4 ounce Dove Dark Chocolate bar that Chuck bought at Sam’s Club
Afternoon snack (3:30) FP: Snickers Shake
Dinner (7:00) E: leftover Chicken Fiesta (YES! Just enough leftovers for me. I had to fight my son for it!  Haha. But I promised I would make some more for him and me soon.) I think Chuck is ordering Casey’s pizza for himself.

The Low-Down on the Chicken Fiesta

Yesterday I had a half cup of 1% cottage cheese and a tomato for my pre-breakfast snack. That kept me from getting too hungry before my breakfast at 8:45, but this morning I had nothing and, by the time my morning route was half over, my stomach was beginning to growl. Will today be the day my Nutribullet extractor blade will be delivered? I hope so, but I guess it’s not even an issue because tomorrow is Saturday and I won’t be getting up early enough for a pre-breakfast snack, anyway. [Edit*: I did, I did! I got my blade in the mail today!  That means I can have a shake with my apple for afternoon snack!]

Tonight I’m going to the high school football game with Chuck. The only way I get to spend time with my husband is to “like” the things he likes.

Because I’m going to the football game tonight, I put on my C-1 Huskers shirt this morning and determined that it was time to buy a smaller size. I wore it to work, anyway, but my boss says it looks like a nightshirt on me now. Now that I’m sixty-five pounds smaller, it hangs on me.

It’s cool and overcast this morning, perfect sleeping weather, but it’s also the perfect weather to go for a walk in the park. Earlier I had asked Chuck if he wanted to go with me, but he said he was on his way over to Cameron’s apartment to clean his car. Oh, the things a dad does to show his love for his family.

After I got Chelsea out of bed and ready to go to work, I went downtown to get me a new Huskers shirt. The place I got my last one had sold their business, unbeknownst to me, so I had to go to the other tee shirt screening place, but they weren’t open for another half an hour.

I went home and told Chuck to put his shoes on, that we were going walking. I didn’t have to beg him too hard, but I did insist.

On the way, I told him we were doing something different today. Instead of walking a couple of laps around the walking track at Fairground Park, we were going to walk around the school campus. We have a beautiful campus with a sidewalk that wraps around both schools. If we took the sidewalk, the route would be a mile and a quarter. There were a couple of pretty big hills, but it was a nice, cool morning, and it did us good to get out in the fresh air and work those leg muscles.

Chuck lagged behind me three or four steps the whole way. I accused him of walking behind me so I wouldn’t try holding his hand out in public, but he exclaimed that he was just going at his normal pace. That treadmill must be really paying off for me, then, because all throughout the early part of our marriage, it was he who left me in the dust.

After we got back to our car, I asked him to drive me to Avenue Gifts so I could look over their Husker apparel. He balked at my spending any money, but I told him what my boss said about my shirt and that I really wanted a Husker shirt that fit me. I already have to deal with a 5X Husker jacket in the fall and winter. The PLUS side (see what I did there?) is that I can wear bulky sweaters and sweatshirts under it with no problem at all.

When I walked into the store, I saw a rack right up in front that was 30% off. I was able to buy Chuck and I both a shirt for just twenty dollars, and here is my non-scale victory: I bought an XL!!!!!  I am wearing an extra-large tee shirt, and it’s not even skin tight!  The neck isn’t choking me.I can breathe and everything! Do you know how great it feels to finally wear a smaller size than my husband? Well, it feels pretty great.

I have to give my review of Wednesday’s Crock Pot Fiesta Chicken dinner. I give it a two-thumbs up, and Cameron did, too. I asked him to come over after work and have a bowl of it. Even with the under-cooked, crunchy brown rice, his eyes got big as he took a bite and said, “Mm.”

I appreciate all the advice on the THM Beginners page concerning how to make perfect brown rice. I can’t wait to try it.  If you want to try it, click –>HERE<–

Apparently, you can’t cook brown rice the same way you cook white rice–anyway, not with good results. Who knew? If I can get this mastered, a whole new world will be opened up to me.

Something else I will probably do the next time I fix it is drain the corn. It wasn’t too soupy, but I would have preferred it with a little less liquid.

Let me give you the ugly side of the critique on Wednesday’s meal. Chuck did not like it. In fact, he was rather grumpy about it. He complained about having to come home to a dinner like that after working twelve hours. What he meant was, “Why can’t I come home to fried chicken and mashed potatoes and biscuits and gravy like a normal guy? Why do my hamburgers have no buns or fries? Why does my pizza have eggplant where there should be crust?”

Life is not always roses and puppies, and, with Trim Healthy Mama [affiliate link], yes, hubbies sometimes get cranky.

I was really proud of Wednesday’s dinner. He was complaining that we had sirloin burgers too much, so I fixed something different, something good, but he doesn’t like rice, let alone brown rice (that I hadn’t learned how to cook, yet), and he doesn’t like beans (that’s why my husband has never been crazy about chili). So what do I do? I fix him a dish that has both rice and beans in it.

“How can you not like rice?” I asked. “It has no flavor!”

“How can I like it if it has no flavor?” he responded.

“The question is, how can you dislike something that has no flavor? Any flavors it has are either added to it or on top of it.”

Be that as it may, the man just does not appreciate rice. Maybe it’s the texture or the appearance or just something he has in his head, and there’s no way to fix that.

Stats for 8/28/15
Weight: N/A
Exercise: a mile and a quarter around campus
Blood sugar:
Breakfast (8:45) E: Blueberry Yogurt Baked Oatmeal
Lunch (12:15) E: turkey sandwich on Ezekiel bread with one wedge of Happy Farms cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion and mustard.
Afternoon snack (4:00) E: Fuji apple and 1% cottage cheese (I’m out of yogurt).
Dinner (7:45) E: leftover Chicken Fiesta (Don’t worry, I’ll fix a hoagie for Chuck. You can try the Coors Family Southwest Chicken in the Crock Pot (mine was almost the same, except I just used a can of Rotel and a packet of Hidden Valley Fiesta Ranch instead of all the seasonings she put in and the cans of tomatoes with green chilis). Already he’s complaining that bread isn’t good for him, yet he doesn’t want what I’m having, either. A hoagie without bread would be a salad and he doesn’t want a salad, so I don’t know what to tell him.)

Check out my new Husker shirt that I got for 30% off!  Pay special attention to how much room I have in the neck–in just an extra large!  ME, an extra large! Not a 4X, not a 3X, not even a 2X! Finally I can buy normal size clothing!


The Es Have It!

I believe this is a first!  Every meal and snack today has been/will be an E (energizing meal for you Trim Healthy Mamas). I certainly hope they are energizing because I have been dog-tired today.

I did not want to do my treadmill today, but I was kind and let myself do just 3.0 m.p.h. the whole twenty minutes. I did throw in some hills, but no sevens, just fives and threes. Being mean to myself will just bring out the rebellion in me. Doing a little is better than not doing any because I’m burned out.

Last night I had another late night. All my nights are late nights. Something is going to have to change, and I’m pretty sure it will not be the sleeping habits of my husband. If I can’t catch a snooze sometime during the day I just can’t get by on the piddly amount of sleep that I get at night.

I tell Chuck all the time that not getting enough sleep is not good for his heart or his blood sugar, but he insists that he can’t help it.

“If I can’t sleep I can’t sleep,” he says. Going to bed earlier only means that he awakens earlier, and who in their right mind wants to be awake at three o’clock in the morning?

I’ve even started entertaining the idea of getting a sleep-number bed. He’s convinced that it won’t make a bit of difference.

“It’s not our bed. Our bed is fine,” he says.

“But we don’t know that for sure,” I respond. “A sleep-number bed may be just what you need.”

I’m still doling out melatonin tablets for him every few nights and those little pink allergy pills–not because he has allergies, but because they’re supposed to make you drowsy–but they seem to make little or no difference.

I did have to nudge him awake this morning, though. His alarm went off (his goes off about ten minutes before mine does; how lovely), but he didn’t hear it. He was sleeping at the other end of the bed with the fan blowing on him.

“I may have to turn my radio up,” he said.

“You’ll do no such thing. Don’t worry, I won’t let you sleep through your alarm,” I promised. The last thing in the world I want is to be blasted out of a peaceful dream by a blaring alarm clock first thing in the morning!

Yes, I managed to drag my tired tush onto the treadmill today, but I fought hard against the idea. My brain was tired, my feet were stiff and tired, and my legs were tired. Oh, I really was not in the mood to do anything this morning but doze in my chair and waste time on Facebook.

I tried to etch out a time in my day that I would be available for napping, but it wasn’t to be. I almost fell asleep, I think, but no such luck. Instead, I prayed for everything under the sun and everyone who came into my mind: people I loved, people I’ve never met, our pastor and his family, people who go to our church, people I’ve met on Facebook. I prayed for salvation, for healing, for protection and safety.

Finally I decided to try to do some leg exercises. I lay on my back and lifted one knee up in the air and then slowly lowered it while stretching it back out on the bed. I found that it was much easier to do my right leg than my left. I have a fair amount of arthritis in my left leg, and, although it doesn’t give me nearly the fits now as it did before Trim Healthy Mama [affiliate link], I can still feel some grinding going on in my knee. If I pivot just right (or I guess I should say “if I pivot wrong”) I get an excruciating catch in my knee and then I have to put my right foot behind my left heel to slowly straighten my leg back out. There have been a couple of times when I turned in bed and got my knee stuck in the bent position. Not pleasant, not pleasant at all.

My plans were to stop off at the walking track in Fairground Park when I got back from the junction with my newly purchased homegrown tomatoes and do a lap or two before turning toward home this afternoon, but then I realized that would put me later at having my afternoon snack, which would put dinnertime too soon for me to consume.

Thankfully, my exhaustion had curbed a little by the end of the afternoon, and I felt much more energized. Do you think it could have had anything to do with the healthful carbs in not just one, but two bowls of oatmeal today? Since I used the last of my tomatoes yesterday, I didn’t have any for a salad or a sandwich, so I had oatmeal for both breakfast and lunch. My tummy was a happy camper! No complaints!

I believe if you’re too tired to do something, but you make yourself do it, anyway, you feel better in the end. (While dinner was cooking, I rallied and did another 1.033 miles.)DSCF4346

The thought of exercise wears me out, but the actual exercise itself does just the opposite. Who’da thunk it?

Anyway, three cheers for E meals today!  Energize, energize, energize. My word for the day!

Weight: N/A
Exercise: one mile on treadmill, 114 calories burned; another 1.033 miles later with 125 calories burned; altogether, that’s 2.033 miles and 239 calories burned.
Blood sugar: 115 (forty-five minutes after afternoon snack)
Breakfast (9:00) E: Chocolate Peanut Butter Yogurt Oatmeal
Lunch (12:15) E: Chocolate Peanut Butter Yogurt Oatmeal (yes, I wanted it, again, and didn’t know if I would have time to run to Natures Cellar and Antiquities before my preschool route for more tomatoes–so a salad or a sandwich was out)
Afternoon snack (4:00) E: Fuji apple and Triple Zero Greek yogurt
Dinner (7:45) E: four boneless, skinless chicken breasts with one can of rotel, one can of corn, one can of black beans, one packet of Fiesta Ranch dressing, and a brick of Neufchâtel cheese, served over brown rice, cooked in fat-free chicken broth and Cookies Seasoning, with either steamed broccoli or green beans as a side, maybe some 1% cottage cheese, too, since I found some on sale today. (If you’re concerned that fat content is too great in your brand of Neufchâtel cheese to chance using it with an E meal (even though this is distributed into nine or ten servings) you may opt to use fat-free cream cheese if you can find it or maybe just use half a brick of the 1/3 less fat kind.)

This is what I’m having for dinner, photo courtesy of Stacy Nunez. Mine looked pretty much like this as I put it in the crock pot, except I decided to dice my chicken into chunks. Chelsea and I will have ours over brown rice, but I may wrap Chuck’s in a Mission Carb Balance tortilla since he’s not big on rice.

crock pot chicken

Number One with a Bullet!

Last year, right before my birthday, quite coincidentally, a d020ear THM friend of mine graciously blessed me with a new Nutribullet.  She also sent me a tub of the old Swanson’s plan-approved whey protein isolate and a bottle of glucomannan. If you followed the THM Beginners page last September, you probably remember this spectacular and generous event in my life. This photo is of me in September last year before a significant amount of weight loss (the best was yet to come)!  

I cre010dit that day in mid-September as being instrumental in kicking off my weight-loss journey. You see, whey protein isolate is a big part of my Trim Healthy Mama lifestyle. It provides protein to keep me full for hours, and it enables me to indulge in my love of all kinds of ice-cream treats. You see, I have always been an “ice cream baby,” according to my parents, and the capability to fix myself a Strawberry Cheesecake Shake or a Chocolate Peanut Butter Shake in nanoseconds (or is it “nutri-seconds”?) is mind-blowing.

I had mentioned my “slower-than-a-turtle” Osterizer blender on the Beginners page, and when she sent me my Nutribullet she told me my life was about to change “exponentially.” She was right!

I can’t say with certainty that I fixed myself a smoothie or a shake or an Orange Julius every single day this past year, but I can definitely say with surety that there were many days when I even had two! (I told you I like ice cream!)

I broke down and bought me a second 32-ounce cup several months ago so that I would always have a clean one on the off chance that my other would be in the dishwasher. I used one of them so much that one of the plastic tabs broke off flush with the cup. No worries, though, I just have to make sure I put it on the base with a tab in the correct slot that activates the blade. It doesn’t need all three tabs to get the blade to spin.

In about two and a half weeks, I will have had my Nutribullet for a full year. I can honestly say that I have been blessed beyond measure by that dear lady’s generous gift.

Today, as I was making my Snickers Shake for my pre-breakfast snack, I noticed it was taking longer to start blending. I took the cup off the base and noticed the rubber gears had crumbled off the bottom of the extractor blade. They lay in about three pieces in the bottom of my base. Bummer! I had to dump the contents of my Nutribullet cup into my slower-than-a-turtle Osterizer to finish the job.

I’ll say one thing, I don’t think my Osterizer did the thorough job of blending that my Nutribullet does! I may have even found a cottage cheese curd or two in my shake. Blech.

As soon as I had my shake in hand, I sat down in my chair in the family room and searched for new extractor blades on my laptop. I checked the Nutribullet site where they were $9.96 with $2.99 shipping. Then I looked on Ebay where I found one for $11.95 with free shipping, so I ended up saving a dollar by buying on Ebay.

It appears that for the next few days I’ll have to use my Oster-turtle blender. I wonder if I should set my alarm back to allow myself enough time to make it and get it drunk by 6:00.

In the next week I’ll get my new extractor blade by Fed Ex or UPS, and then my life will go back to being “exponentially” better!  It will feel like my birthday all over again!

Weight: N/A
Exercise: 1.098 on treadmill, 144 calories burned (I don’t know why, but today was especially grueling.) Another 1.334 on the treadmill and 164 calories burned for a grand total of 2.442 miles walked and 308 calories burned.
Pre-breakfast snack (5:30) FP: Snickers Shake
Breakfast (9:00) E: Chocolate Peanut Butter Yogurt Baked Oatmeal (I said I would try and I made a batch of Shrinkers and am currently drinking my second one! I added a teaspoon of caramel extract to the recipe and also used six packets of Truvia [for two pint-and-a-half jars], instead of stevia.)
Lunch (12:30) E:  turkey sandwich on Ezekiel with lettuce, tomato, onion, a wedge of Happy Farms lite cheese, and mustard, with a side of salted cucumber slices, radishes and tomato wedges.
Dinner (4:00) S: KC Strip with Cookies Seasoning on the grill, steamed broccoli and 1% cottage cheese.
Dessert (7:00) S: chocolate muffin in a mug (from the book) with cream cheese frosting (a couple of tablespoons or so of Neufchatel cheese, two packets of Truvia and a couple of drops of vanilla extract).

Bring on the Oatmeal!

This morning I weighed. While I can say I’m still hanging out on a stall, I can also say I’m on the bottom end of the stall. If I can just lose another pound and a half, I’ll see a brand-new number in the ones column.

I’m thinking I should keep my goals small. A pound and a half seems doable. Just like an extra five minutes on the treadmill an extra time or two throughout the day is also doable.

What happens when you’ve been stalled for a while and you feel the disappointment and boredom creeping in from not seeing any exciting new numbers on the scale? You have two options: leave the scale alone for a while or pretend you just got there. Pretend this is the first time you’re seeing that number and hang on to that feeling for a while.

Do you remember how elated you were when you first landed on the number you’re on right now? I remember when I hit my current number quite well. I walked on air for days. Then a couple of months went by. Same old number. Up a pound or two, down a pound or two. Yawn. Still eating pretty much on plan all the time, with the occasional sugary treat (I mean “poison”).

I may still be losing inches. I can’t say for sure, and I love the way my clothes are fitting. Today in church four people told me I looked beautiful. No, come to think of it, it was only three people: one of them told me twice. That’s worth hanging out at this number a bit longer, right?

Yes, I’m stalled, but at least I’m still holding steady. That’s something to celebrate, I think.

Reasons I may be stalled: not enough variety in my menus, too many bedside mints or dark chocolate sneaks, not enough water, still not enough exercise. These are ideas I need to explore.

Since school started I’ve been having baked oatmeal every morning through the week, instead of the Ezekiel toast and smoothie I had for breakfast all summer, and my weight is slightly down from what it has been the few times I have weighed over the summer. The smoothie or shake is what I’m having before I head out the door in the morning. Is it the addition of another meal or snack that has helped a tiny bit by starting up my metabolism earlier in the day or is it bringing the oatmeal back?

Here are ten things eating oatmeal every morning can do for you (and there’s plenty more where this came from!  Google it!) To read more about these ten benefits and how oatmeal helps, click –>HERE<–:
1. Helps control weight.
2. Reduces blood pressure.
3. Reduces cholesterol.
4. Shields your skin.
5. Lowers risk of colon cancer.
6. Stabilizes blood sugar.
7. Athletic performance.
8. Enhances immune response to disease.
9. Helps you sleep.
10. Promotes antioxidant activity.

I also remember making a lot of Shrinkers last year during the time when my weight loss hit its peak. Did that have something to do with my weight loss, and did my stopping making the Shrinkers stop my weight loss, also? I don’t remember how many oolong teabags I used. Was it five? Was it six? I do remember that I increased the unsweetened almond milk to 3/4 of a cup and that I also put a teaspoon of caramel extract in it, along with the vanilla. And then, what else?  Cinnamon, I think, and cayenne pepper. And then split it between two Mason jars and add ice and water. For the original Shrinker recipe, click –>HERE<–.

Tomorrow I will try to remember to make a batch of Shrinkers, just in case it was helping me more than I realized, and I will definitely be eating my oatmeal, again! In fact, the Chocolate Peanut Butter Yogurt Baked Oatmeal was so delicious for dinner last night that I may have that one again for breakfast. I felt like I was eating a big hunk of chocolate cake! I will never, ever, ever get tired of baked oatmeal. Ever.

Weight: 249.4 (Please, God, don’t let me step on the scale again until I am under 248). 249.4 is the lowest number I’ve seen for a while, though not the lowest number I’ve seen ever since THM. The lowest I have seen since Trim Healthy Mama is 248 something.
Exercise: a mile around the walking track in Fairground Park, and another .293 on the treadmill. It was a gorgeous day with a nice breeze, and I didn’t want to waste it.
Blood sugar: 84 (half an hour after dinner)
Breakfast (8:30) E: two pieces of Ezekiel toast with one wedge of Happy Farms cheese and Polaner’s peach All-Fruit and a Snickers Shake
Lunch (12:45) FP: lettuce salad with lean deli turkey, tomatoes, onions, celery, cucumbers, and a drizzle of olive oil, white distilled vinegar and Cookies Seasoning
Afternoon snack (3:45) E: Fuji apple and Triple Zero Greek yogurt (One of my dearest friends on earth told me that Fuji apples are her favorite so I decided to give them another try. I got some good ones last time. They are nice and crunchy and juicy. Also, I told you, right, that they are Hungry Girl’s favorite? Speaking of Hungry Girl, tomorrow’s Monday, so I get to watch her while I’m on the treadmill! She comes on every Monday at 8:00 a.m. on channel 113, on Dish Network, on the cooking channel. She uses some off-plan ingredients sometimes, but I still pick up a few useful tips and tricks on her show. She’s the one who told me that raspberries are the most fiber-dense food on earth, and she said it in two separate shows.)
Dinner (7:45) S: Sirloin burgers with sauteed onions and mushrooms and a slice of Swiss cheese on a bed of lettuce and tomato with mayo; steamed broccoli.


Cruel to Be Kind

There was a popular song back in the late 70s, when I was in college, called “Cruel to Be Kind.” I never really understood the song because Mr. Lowe didn’t give us any examples of what he was talking about. Exactly what was his girlfriend doing that was so mean or unkind?

The phrase “cruel to be kind” actually originates in Shakespeare’s Hamlet and means “tough love.” Signing your son or daughter into a drug rehab program may seem cruel to them, but is actually a sign of your concern for their welfare and your love as a parent.

That’s where I found myself today, a cruel taskmaster who forced myself to do my time on the treadmill, with the increased speed and hills, and a mean babysitter who denied myself any candy.

Furthermore, the mean babysitter is about to lay my cranky self down for a nap before afternoon snack. Tough love.

In short, food is a sorry replacement for anything but fuel for your body.

Are you tired? Take a nap. Food will not give you rest. In fact, carrying around those extra pounds will make you even more tired.

Are you thirsty? Drink something: water, Good Girl Moonshine, a Shrinker, or a Cider Pop. Food will not hydrate you properly.

Are you lonely? Call a friend or talk to God. Food is not your friend.

Are you bored? Go for a walk, reach for a book, go to a clothing store and try on clothes, fold some laundry, make a to-do list or a shopping list or take a shower. Food is not your entertainment.

These are hard things for me to learn. How stupid is it for me to allow my taste buds to have a party at the expense of my heart and other vital organs? My taste buds are selfish, greedy and immature little brats who care nothing about the rest of my body. They only care about themselves.

With my taste buds, it’s party all the time with no thought about tomorrow. It’s time to put my taste buds in timeout. Tough love.

As Ree Drummond says, “Practice restraint.”

As Jesus says, “Deny yourself.”

This weight-loss journey is sometimes hard, but it isn’t impossible. Keeping my fats from my carbs is the easy part. Giving up potatoes and bread? That’s pretty easy, too. But the sugar. Oh, the sugar is still drawing me. I should have fought that battle long ago. I should have given it to the Lord and quit it cold turkey.

Three hours is not such a long time to wait, taste buds. Get a grip. Grow up.

I do not know why I am so ravenous today! It was all the resolve I could muster to make it out of Piggly Wiggly without any cookies! Torturous! Soft lemon cookies, the gluten-free, whole wheat chocolate chips; oh, and I saw an Italian Creme cake that looked especially interesting.

But I’m home safe and sound, with only my green beans, pork chops, pork rinds, celery and mushrooms. Whew! That was hard!

For dinner, in an attempt to ward off the Cookie Monster, I am fixing myself a Baked Chocolate Peanut Butter Yogurt Oatmeal.  I can’t wait!  Just another hour and a half and I will be in baked, yummy-goodness heaven! Be still, my heart! No, seriously, be still, my heart! I’m experiencing those crazy flutters, again.


Weight: N/A
Exercise: two miles on treadmill, 248 calories burned
Breakfast (8:30) E: two pieces of Ezekiel toast with one wedge Happy Farms cheese and Smuckers Simply Fruit (apricot), Snickers Shake
Lunch (12:00) S: lettuce salad with tomatoes, celery, cucumber, onions and spaghetti with Dreamfields pasta
Afternoon snack (4:00) E: Fuji apple and Triple Zero Greek yogurt (and then I caved and had a couple of handfuls of popcorn–and then three of Chuck’s dark chocolate Hershey’s Kisses!  What is wrong with me? You’d think I hadn’t eaten for days! Not enough protein at lunch, maybe? Somehow I think I would have been better off with my regular huge salad with turkey strips in it!)
Dinner (7:45) E: Chocolate Peanut Butter Yogurt Oatmeal  (It’s already made up and in the fridge, soaking, but I’m looking back over my recipe and I think I may have messed up. I put in too much cocoa and only one tablespoon of peanut flour. Hopefully, it will still taste okay!)

Puff, the Magic Dragon

Chuck has had two or three days of good blood sugars. I guess that’s what Chuck Reese's Pieceshappens when I don’t feed him bread or potatoes. He still has his stash of dark chocolate beside his recliner, though, and he still sneaks an occasional handful of Reese’s Pieces leftover from Chelsea’s 30th birthday party.

I usually catch him sneaking them, so last night he resorted to taking a handful of them to Chelsea’s room to eat so I wouldn’t see him. Did he somehow forget that I have ways of finding out?  Thankfully I have the blood sugar police on my side and ever on the job to send me photo evidence. Thanks for the report, Chels.  🙂

He says he was framed, but I told him only an innocent person can be framed. When you’re caught red-handed, you’re not “framed”: you’re “guilty.”

Even with taking Metformin he struggles more with his blood sugar than I do. I have heard for a couple of years now that cinnamon is good for blood sugar, and I read about it again in The Sugar Solution. I bought some more cinnamon capsules for myself, along with all the other vitamins listed in the book: Vitamin C, Vitamin E and the two that my podiatrist suggested, Super B-Complex and folic acid, and I gave Chuck a bottle of cinnamon capsules to take, too. He started adding those to his daily supplements. Because he works around lead, he also takes kelp, calcium and fiber pills.

A couple of days ago, he accused me of trying to kill him.

“What?” I said.

“I took those cinnamon pills you gave me, and, when I burped, a puff of smoke came out of my mouth. I’m not kidding, a puff of smoke, and then I had this cinnamon taste in my mouth.”

Obviously it wasn’t a puff of smoke: it must have been cinnamon powder. It has happened to me before, too, only without the “puff of smoke.” Maybe my burps are more concealed and with my mouth closed. I have had a cinnamon aftertaste, though. Never did I think I was dying, however. lol

That’s quite a comical picture I have in my head now of my husband, Puff, the cinnamon-breathing dragon.

Cameron came over before work yesterday for some more Crunchy Eggplant Parmesan. I gave him a huge serving and was surprised to see he had eaten the whole plateful. He asked me last night if there was any more left and if he could have more before work today. I will gladly oblige him. I have one more big serving left, and then I can get the dish out of the fridge and into the dishwasher.

I’m glad somebody liked it. I find it strange, though, because Cameron does not like lasagna–and this is almost the same, only without the meat and with layers of eggplant instead of noodles. Anyway, how does someone not like lasagna? Is he really our child?

Weight: N/A
Exercise: 1.341 on treadmill, 168 calories burned
Blood sugar:  79 (half an hour after afternoon snack)
Pre-breakfast snack (5:30) FP: Snickers Shake
Breakfast (8:45) E: Baked Peach Yogurt Oatmeal
Lunch (12:00) E: I was so tired at noon that I almost would have rather slept than fix me something to eat, but, as schedule dictates, I sliced up a Fuji apple (that I usually have as my afternoon snack) and had a Triple Zero Greek yogurt with it. It was much less time-consuming (and I was feeling lazy) than chopping up all my veggies and turkey for my usual salad.  I’m pretty sure I’ll be having that salad for my dinner.
Afternoon snack (4:00) FP: Chocolate Peanut Butter Shake (only one TBL of peanut flour and 1/4 cup 1% cottage cheese)
Dinner (7:45) S: Buttered shrimp from the local Mexican restaurant and steamed broccoli!  This is the second time I’ve changed my mind!  I’ll try to post a picture!

Yes, my daughter has been on a shrimp kick lately, and tonight she treated her dad and me to dinner. I just threw on a side of steamed broccoli, and Chuck and Chelsea had green beans.

It turns out that shrimp is extremely healthy for you! Who knew? It is rich in protein, omega-3 fatty acids, vitamin B-12 and iron. According to –>this article<–“shrimp is also a good source of iron, zinc and copper, minerals that are essential for formation of hemoglobin and cell membrane structure as well as for healing of wounds. Shrimp is an excellent source of selenium, a mineral with antioxidant properties that can slow growth of cancer cells and repair DNA. Additionally, shrimp is rich in vitamin B-12, a nutrient required for maintenance of a healthy nervous system. Shrimp also contains a negligible amount of mercury, according to the Dietary Guidelines for Americans.”

Bottom line: if you like shrimp, go for it! There are lots of health benefits!


This is Friday night, and I’m pretty sure that warrants some popcorn!

Maybe I’ll even make some Coconut Crack Bars this weekend! Can you believe I still haven’t made my first batch of Skinny Chocolate. Mostly it’s because I don’t have a coffee grinder and I don’t think I have the right kind of sweetener for it. I do need to start getting more coconut oil into my diet.

Happy first weekend of school, everyone!

It’s a God Thing

Three years ago, on April 26, 2012, my dad passed away.

That same year our school district switched bus companies. Our location manager decided to stay with the old bus company we had at the time, so the new company took applications to fill that position.

I had been driving for twenty years and thought getting that position would be a good opportunity for me. It would mean more money, and it would mean that I could put my office/computer skills to work.

Part of the reason I applied for the job was for my dad. I knew he would have been excited for me and would have encouraged me to go for it.

There was another part of me, though, that was apprehensive. I love driving the highways and the byways when all creation is first waking up in the morning, with the vibrant color pallet of the morning sky and the rising sun radiating God’s glory from the heavens.

Why mess up a good thing, right? If I loved my job, why would I want to do anything different? The fact of the matter is, I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

I love office work, answering phones, planning routes, working in Excel and Word, but that’s not all there would be to it. There would also be the matter of covering routes when someone was sick, perhaps starting buses on cold winter mornings, washing buses, calling out a mechanic if a bus stalled or a wrecker if a bus went off an icy road. Would I love all that? And if it turned out I didn’t love it, could I get my old route back?

There would also be no naps in the middle of the day, no switching out the laundry, no washing dishes at home or anything like that. I would be in an office for more than eight hours a day. Early hours, too. My day would start at 6:00 or so. It starts early enough already, just being a driver, but, now, even if I get out of bed dragging, I know I can catch a nap after morning route or before route in the afternoon.

What about if one of the drivers were suddenly sick or overslept? Would I love that nagging thought that someone could possibly not show up for work and having to jump in that bus at the last minute to drive?

What about the other drivers? At least two of them had also applied for the position of location manager. If I got it, would there be hard feelings for the two drivers that didn’t get it? Oh, they may have tried to hide it, but they would be disappointed, no doubt. I would go from just regular coworker to supervisor. How would that go over?

All these thoughts swirled around in my mind. Part of me really wanted this new opportunity and part of me was scared to death that I would get it.

I left it in God’s hands. “Father, You know me. You know everything about me because You created me. If this is something that I would not like, please do not let me get it.” That was my prayer.

The day I got the phone call from my interviewer I didn’t know what I wanted him to say. If he had told me that they had picked one of the other two drivers for the job, I think I would have felt slighted because I had been with the Higginsville school district longer than either of them, and I was convinced my office skills were at least as good, if not better than theirs. If he had told me I got the job, I would have been scared out of my mind and immediately overwhelmed.

What he told me was that they had hired someone from outside our district. It was much easier on my ego to know it went to someone whom none of us knew, and I silently breathed a sigh of relief that I hadn’t landed smack dab in a new world of responsibility, that the relationships I had with my coworkers were not going to change.

I can’t say, at the same time, that I wasn’t also slightly disappointed because I was, but that was short-lived. I was not convinced I would enjoy being away from home all day, even though I love computer work and sitting at a desk.

What I didn’t know, back in June of 2012, was that my daughter was about to embark on the hardest medical journey of her life, beginning in October of 2013. I didn’t know that she was going to have back-to-back surgeries in December and spend months and months in the hospital and come home to almost 24/7 bed rest, with infection after infection, home health nurses, IV meds and wound vacs. I didn’t know it, but God did.

He knew that I would have to come home after morning route to fix her breakfast and help her start IVs. He knew I’d have to help her get out of bed and fix wound vac leaks and change out full canisters and replace mattress pads.

God has given me a ministry opportunity right here at home, being a mother and a caregiver. I could never doubt that His way is not best–but I didn’t think about all that until recently. I knew when I didn’t get the job that He had answered my prayer, but I didn’t see just how much He had done for me by allowing someone else to have it instead.

I’m exactly where I want to be. I cherish every day I get to spend with my daughter, and He has taught me so much through her. My spiritual gift is not serving–let me just say that right up front–but He is helping me pick up the slack a little bit in this area. He’s “re-wiring” me from the inside out.

One of my core problem areas is selfishness. I know I’m not alone in this, but it doesn’t relieve any of my guilt by knowing that many struggle with this same issue.

Some of us are a little too self-focused. We focus on our own wants, needs, problems, time, money, or fill-in-the-blank. Self-focus is a major cause of depression. Self-focus gives the occasion for many a pity party.

Putting our time and thoughts on others, attending to their needs, gets our minds off what is going on in our lives.

God has been so gracious to us. I am exactly where I need to be–for my daughter.

Not only that, but God also spared our lives, on December 21, 2013, on I-70 when a car spun out of control on the icy highway and nearly hit us head on. They did an 180-degree turn and came back into our lane. I’ll never forget the look of sheer terror on the face of the girl in the passenger seat. I thought we were going to die, and she did, too.

We hit the side of their car as they careened off the road and flipped upside-down on the grassy embankment between the interstate and the outer road. Both of those passengers were injured, one of them moderately; yet Chuck and I were unscathed, no scratch, no bruise. Even our new car was unharmed. No crunches, no dents, no shattered headlights; just a missing license plate and a slight crack in the grill.

What brings tears to my eyes still, when I talk about that day, is God’s mercy toward Chelsea. Eight days later she was to have the first of back-to-back surgeries on subsequent days. Ahead of her lay two or three years of hospital stays and setbacks caused by a massive surgical wound. God was merciful to Chelsea by not letting her lose her parents that day on the highway, on their way home from visiting her.

She was so sick at the time that she barely even remembers that we had that accident, even though I had written a detailed account of the wreck and posted a picture of our car’s grill on Facebook.

Can you imagine being in the hospital and fighting all the battles she has had to fight these past couple of years and not having her parents beside her to help her? I can’t. I can’t imagine such a horrible thing, and, when I do think about it, it breaks my heart.

God is so merciful. I am thankful He is in charge of my life. I am thankful for how much He loves us, and how He has shown His compassion for Chelsea in protecting her parents from certain death when she needed them most.

Sometimes we don’t see it. We don’t see how God protects us or how He provides the perfect timing and the perfect answer for every prayer, but, let me tell you, when He does allow us to see it, it’s enough to take our breath away. It makes us want to fall on our faces before Him in thankfulness and awe. That’s how great our God is.

When bad things happen–and sometimes they do–we can trust that there is a purpose because God doesn’t do things willy-nilly. Nothing is mere happenstance with God. He is the Author of the universe. His ways and thoughts are always higher than ours, but when He lets us get just a tiny glimpse of how He works in our lives–just . . . wow.

It’s a God thing. All of it. The entire universe. Our whole lives. Constant praise should be rolling off our tongues all the day long, for He is worthy to be praised.

Weight: N/A
Exercise: 1.092 on treadmill, 144 calories burned, 20 minutes.
Blood sugar: 88 (8:20, after treadmill, before breakfast), 79 (2:00, an hour and a half after lunch)
Pre-breakfast snack (5:30) FP: Snickers Shake
Breakfast (8:45) E: Baked Blueberry Yogurt Oatmeal
Lunch (12:00) FP: lettuce salad with lean deli turkey strips, Jerusalem tomato, celery, cucumber, onion, light drizzle of olive oil, white distilled vinegar, and Cookies Seasoning and a Snickers Shake
Afternoon snack (4:00) E: Fuji apple and Triple Zero Greek yogurt
Dinner (7:45) S: Seared pork chops, seasoned with salt, pepper and crushed pork rinds on one side and Cookies Seasoning, grated parmesan cheese (from the green can) and crushed pork rinds on the other side, steamed broccoli and 1% cottage cheese. The pork chops are totally on-plan and totally delicious!  This was the first time I’d tried them like this!  After I seared them well on the first side I flipped them, let them cook for a minute or two and then added water into the bottom of the skillet and turned the heat down and let them cook on low heat for about ten minutes.

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The Waiting Game

After my doctor’s appointment yesterday I came home to do a little research on thyroid disorders and found some pretty interesting stuff. I’m no doctor, of course, and self-diagnosis is sometimes as foolish as being your own lawyer in court; but I could check off quite a few of these symptoms with a big, fat “X.”

To read the full article, you may click –>HERE<–, but I will list the ones that could be thyroid symptoms that I am experiencing. The article starts by saying that if a woman is over 35 years of age the odds are high that she may have a thyroid problem–so I think I’ll count that as part of the criteria.

1.  I’m 55 years old
2. Fatigue. I’ve spent most of my life being tired, in fact. Tired in the mornings, tired in the afternoons, tired all the time.
3. Feeling down. Mild depression. All of us may experience this. I don’t know about that, so I don’t know what’s normal and what isn’t.
4. Feeling jittery.  Sometimes, yes. I sometimes have the feeling of being on edge.
5. Increased appetite. I don’t know about that one. Maybe not. I’ve always had a big appetite, and I’ve not ever noticed it getting bigger.
6. Fuzzy brain.  Yes. The article says it could come from just getting older, but maybe not.
7. Loss of libido.  Yes!  I thought it was because of menopause!  (Maybe it still is.  I don’t have the results of the lab back, yet, but you can surely see how I’m starting to connect some dots!)
8. Feeling “all fluttery.” Yes, THIS!!  This is the whole reason I went to the doctor: “That fluttery feeling you’re having may be heart palpitations. It can feel like your heart is actually fluttering or skipping a beat or two, or beating too hard or too quickly. You may notice these feelings in your chest or at pulse points in your throat or neck. Heart flutters or palpitations can be a sign of too many thyroid hormones flooding your system (hypothyroidism).
9. Dry skin. Yep. Again, I thought it was because of menopause or diabetes–and it could also be symptomatic of those, too. This one, too: “Likewise, nails can become brittle and may develop ridges.” Yep.
10. Unpredictable bowels. Okay, this one doesn’t pertain to me, but since I’ve listed all the other ones, I’ll list this one. It isn’t one of my symptoms, though.
11. Periods have changed.  This one is no longer applicable, either, but the heavier periods that I did have could have been attributed to the onset of menopause. I’m not counting this one.
12. Painful extremities or muscles. No.
13. High blood pressure. No.
14. Feeling cold or getting chills–or the reverse: feeling too hot. No, I don’t think so. I used to get hot flashes sometimes and still get an occasional one, but that’s menopause, too.
15. Hoarseness or funny-feeling neck. No.
16. Sleep schedule messed up. Yes. Even though I feel exhausted most of the time, sometimes I have trouble falling asleep.  Again, I thought this was menopause.
17. Weight gain. No. I mean, over the course of the last couple of decades, YES! But that’s too many bad foods and a sedentary lifestyle.
18. Hair is thinning out. Yes, but don’t most people lose their thick hair when they get older? On the other hand, my beautician says that my scant eyebrows are a sign of a thyroid issue.
19. Trouble getting pregnant. Again, not applicable.
20. High cholesterol. It was, but thanks to Trim Healthy Mama it is getting better.

The bottom line is, I’m interested to see how the lab report comes back. If it’s a thyroid issue, maybe I can put off seeing a cardiologist. Maybe I can get some medication to make the fluttering go away. For now, I’m just playing the waiting game.

Weight: N/A
Exercise: 1.115 on treadmill, 146 calories burned (20 minutes); .542 on treadmill, 71 calories burned (ten minutes). Altogether that’s 30 minutes on the treadmill, 1.658 miles, and 217 calories burned.
Blood sugar: 104 (9:38, an hour and a half after dinner)
Pre-breakfast snack (5:45) FP: Snickers Shake
Breakfast (8:45) E: Baked Blueberry Yogurt Oatmeal
Lunch (12:45) FP: lettuce salad with lean deli turkey strips, tomatoes, onions, cucumber, celery, a light drizzle of olive oil, white distilled vinegar and Cookies Seasoning
Afternoon snack (4:00) E: Gala apple and Triple Zero yogurt
Dinner (7:45) S: Crunchy Eggplant Parmesan (I used crushed pork rinds instead of the bread crumbs.) I know you’re dying to know how Chuckers liked it. I’ll put it this way: he ate his whole serving. He joked about its not having meat, but he still ate it. I don’t know if he would give it five stars, but he didn’t complain much. Now, how did I like it? It was okay. I’m not a big fan of pork rinds. I also don’t care much for Italian seasoning. There’s a spice in there that doesn’t sit well with my tongue. Otherwise, it was edible. I don’t know if I’ll try this again or not, but I will definitely do the Eggplant Pizzas again

*Post edit: Cameron came over after work and asked what we had for dinner. When I told him he said, “Can I have some?”

“Sure!” I said.

“What did you say it was? Would I like it?”

“I don’t know,” I replied. “You’ve had the Eggplant Pizza, and you liked that.”

While he was eating it, he said, “Mm, this is good, Mom. Is it good for you?”

“Yep,” I said. “If you want, you can come over tomorrow and have some more before you go to work.”

“Mm, okay, I’ll do that!”

Ha! My picky son likes eggplant. Of course, part of it could be that he lives on his own now, and any free meal is a good one.  😉