Good Saturday

It’s the Saturday after Good Friday, so does that make it Good Saturday? Chuck and I spent our day in the city. We started off at BioLife where he donated and I attempted to donate plasma. Maybe I wasn’t hydrated enough or maybe I just had a couple of bad sticks, but I’ve been deferred for eight weeks. It is the second time it has happened to me! Oh, I hate when this happens. I count on that money to buy extra stuff for which I don’t want to take money out of our joint account: clothes (both at Ross and on Ebay), but especially my new jewelry business.

Chuck tells me I have to put the brakes on because he’s not seeing a profit, yet. What he sees is me deposit money from jewelry sales into our bank account and then turn around and take it right back out to build my inventory. I don’t know what to tell him: I can’t book parties with no inventory to show, right? I can’t have just ten or fifteen pieces to sell. As I sell I have to keep replenishing my supply, or else I won’t have a variety from which the ladies can shop.

This afternoon Chelsea helped me go through all my inventory and select pieces for Tuesday night’s Facebook Paparazzi party. It seemed like it took us over an hour to sort through all those boxes of inventory and make sure we had a stock photo for each item and record how many we had of each piece!

I am excited about all the parties I have coming up! I have decided that Chelsea is such a big help to me that I want to pay her for helping me with each party. For instance, I was so flustered with my first party, trying to find stock photos of the pieces I had available (which were scattered in different folders and not all of the pieces were named!) while the party was in session (and finding out I was not nearly as organized as I thought I was) that I wasn’t able to field any questions or interact much with the party guests.

Chelsea was right there to answer questions, direct ladies to the post where the jewelry was posted and take notes on which lady bought which piece. Her notes came in very handy at the end of the party. It kept me from having to scroll through nearly a hundred comments and photos to find out what everyone bought.

Chelsea and I have also decided that she can pick out all the jewelry on my next shipment and pay for it herself. Then she can take it to Uptown Style and have a “basket party.” The clients can select pieces of $5 jewelry when they come in to get their hair colored or cut. That will help Chelsea get a feel for what sells and what doesn’t. Parties also help us see that. If she wants she may show some of her pieces at the parties I book. Then, of course, all the profit for those pieces will go to her. It’s a win/win. We’ll be kind of like business partners, and the weeks I’m not able to buy jewelry from corporate she can.

The longer we’re with Paparazzi the easier it will be to see the trends, and the pieces we know we can sell will become clearer and clearer. For instance, I had no idea copper was so popular right now! Because I’m a winter, copper is not in my color pallet so I wouldn’t think to order it, just because I don’t wear it. What I have to remember is, I’m not wearing all the jewelry I order!  I must have a variety! My taste is not someone else’s taste, and what looks good on someone else doesn’t necessarily look good on me.

Chelsea is an autumn, so she looks wonderful in coppers, brasses and golds, whereas, I look better in silver, gun-metal and black jewelry.

Speaking of gun-metal, I have a Paparazzi necklace aafter makeup appnd earring set that has received more compliments than probably any other piece of jewelry I own. It’s called Take a Bow. It comes also in white and black (both sets are silver, but one has white stones and the other black stones). Mine, as I said, is gun-metal, and I love it, love it, love it! I bought a top at Ross’s last year and this necklace sets the top off perfectly. Since I bought that necklace, I have gotten a few more pieces in gun-metal. Before that necklace, I never realized how much I really love that Ringing off the Hooklook in jewelry. I bought another piece from a consultant who was looking to sell out her inventory so she could start a new business. I had every intention of buying it to sell, but, as soon as I saw it, I knew I couldn’t part with it. It’s called Ringing Off the Hook, and it’s pictured on the left above. I’m wearing it today, in fact!

I have to say that I love how clever the names of the Paparazzi jewelry are, and it would be my dream job to help name the different pieces!

I’m up a pound from last week, but it’s a pound: I’m not too concerned. I’m still doing pretty well with my eating, but my exercise suffered this week, as did my water intake. This coming week I intend to do better, with God’s help.

Chuck and I looked at bikes at Super Center after we had lunch. Blue Springs must have had twenty or so. It was overwhelming. I can’t decide which bike I want. I know that I don’t want to spend over $150 for it, and, if I can get one for less than that, that’s even better. I want it to be attractive, have more than a few speeds (but nothing crazy like twenty-one speeds!), a big, comfy seat, and I don’t even know what else–I guess a bike to which it won’t be that hard to match a helmet. That sounds dumb probably. In other words, I’m basically clueless and don’t even know the things I need to be looking for in a bike, other than price, color and comfy seat.

I came home and started looking online at Walmart.com and was so overwhelmed by it all (like trying to find a Trim Healthy Mama recipe on Pinterest for dinner!) Finally, I just said, “God, I’m giving this one to you. Put a bike in front of me that appeals to me. I’m tired of looking.”

I’m happy that Chuck will be able to go to church with us tomorrow on Easter Sunday. Most years it turns out that he has to work, but finally he’s off. We don’t usually have a big Easter dinner, and I don’t even think about having one, either. Chuck specifically asked if we could since he would be off this year. It won’t be a Trim Healthy Mama meal, but I can’t eat that way all the time. Still, there are things I can eat that wouldn’t be horrible for me, and we’re not having dessert, either.

Here’s my Easter menu:  spiral ham, deviled eggs (of course), candied yams (at Chelsea’s request), Stovetop stuffing (at Cameron’s request), cheesy potato casserole, chicken and noodles (at Chuck’s request), coleslaw, Sister Schuster rolls, and green beans.

I have to get a couple of those dishes going right now, so, before I leave, let me leave you with my Easter Prayer poem that I wrote back in 1996 (or 1997. I can’t even remember now, and I can’t find a framed copy that has the copyright year on it. I bet you didn’t know that about me: that I write poetry. I used to illustrate it, chalk it, and frame it, too, but that was, wow, twenty years ago.)

An Easter Prayer

Thank You, Father, for Your grace
Which saves us from our sin,
The sacrificial Lamb of God,
Who cleanses from within.

All we like sheep have gone astray,
None is righteous–not one.
Because we cannot save ourselves,
You sent for us Your Son.

Free of in, He bore our shame.
Accursed of men, He died.
They nailed our Jesus to a tree:
Our Lord was crucified.

The cruel cross couldn’t hold Him.
The tomb is empty, too.
He conquered death that Easter morn
To reign again with You.

Forgive us when we fail Him–
Our ever constant plea–
Forgive us that we nailed Him
To Calvary’s lonely tree.

One day soon He’s coming back,
And all the world will know
He’s God, Messiah, Master, King
Of all creatures high and low.

No greater name under heaven,
He is the great I AM.
God, thank You for Your gift of Christ,
Our precious Easter Lamb.

Have a blessed Easter, my friends! Thanks for coming by for a visit!

 

 

Flirting with Danger

I wonder about those trainers on Fit to Fat to Fit. After purposely eating junk food for four months to gain weight to better empathize with their clients, what if they become addicted to sugar? Would a rehab doctor purposely do meth or crack cocaine for four months so he can better empathize with the patient? Of course not! That would be dangerous (and illegal, too), and, yet, the trainer on the last episode told his client that the bag of sugar he had in his cabinet was actually worse for a person than crack cocaine.

The trainers on the show teeter between feelings of “This is the best taste ever!” and “I am so repulsed by food right now.” Their goals are lofty. Gaining fifty pounds when you’re a lean, mean muscle machine is no easy feat. You have to work extra hard to gain weight because you have conditioned your body to burn calories just because it’s all muscle mass instead of fat tissue. Of course, this is all conjecture on my part, because I’ve never been a lean, mean muscle machine!

I’ve had several really good days in a row and almost can’t wait to weigh on Saturday. Hopefully I’ll be down another pound or two.

Today Sonic regular sized All American hot dogs or chili cheese coney dogs are on sale for either ninety-nine cents or a dollar. Since I’m so tired I can barely hold my eyes open, I mentioned them to Chuck when he called me from work as I was on my way home from BioLife this afternoon. “Are those okay for dinner?” I asked.

“Yeah, those are fine,” he responded. It’s probably a welcome change for him. We don’t order stuff like that, so it’s rare that he gets a bun of any kind.  Of course, I didn’t get one. I have oatmeal in the oven. It was hard, though, sitting at Sonic, ordering chili cheese coneys for the whole family because of those new shakes they have now!  Seriously, are they trying to kill me?! I just kept staring at the photos on the menu board. Butter toffee! Are you kidding me? For five minutes I sat there and tried to imagine what that would taste like. Pretty incredible, I bet! Then I thought to myself, “Look away. You don’t need to be sitting here looking at this stuff.” I thought about food photographers and how their job was to make photos that made people salivate. In reality, the “food” that the photographers take pictures of is fake food because real food can’t stand up to the intensity of the photo sessions, particularly ice cream and other foods that tend to melt. I knew someone once who was a food photographer, and I was amazed that the food that looks so real in the photos isn’t really edible.

The thought even crossed my mind that I could have just one butter toffee shake–just to try it out–because it would be my one and only time to drink one. I would never have to have another one for the rest of my life. That’s silly thinking, of course, because what if it was so delicious that I couldn’t bear the thought of going the rest of my life without another one?

Flirting with danger, that’s what I would have been doing had I ordered that shake. While I was alone in the car. With no one to be accountable to. No one to judge me. I conquered temptation, though. Aren’t you proud of me?

When I gained that twenty pounds, my son asked me, “What about your blog?” In other words, “if you gain back all that weight you lost, you would have to give up your blog.” Instead of “fit to fat to fit,” I would be going from “fat to semi-fit back to fat.” And who would want to read a blog like that!

Thursday:

Cameron asked me this morning if I was excited about its being almost time to weigh again. I was excited. Until this afternoon. I got back to the bus lot from my afternoon route and was blindsided by a plate of Easter sugar cookies and a bowl of peeled, sliced apples and some kind of heavenly dip made of whipped cream and cream cheese, I think. It would have been bad enough had I had just one cookie, but there were a bunch left and we’re getting ready for a four-day weekend. What if the rest had to be thrown away?  Yes, I know, I know, I know! Poison is better in the trashcan than in my body!!  I should have eaten more than a salad for lunch. Sigh. I had two cookies and some apples and some of that delicious dip and “weigh day” is only two days away. This may not be pretty.

When one of our drivers walked out the door as I was making my way toward the building, I should have known to keep my eyes to myself when I got inside, after I saw him holding that devilish sugar cookie drizzled with pink, blue and yellow frosting.  When will I learn? Walking into an Easter-break, yahoo-four-days-off-of-school celebration when it’s time for my afternoon snack is flirting with danger. It’s just begging for trouble.

What I want to fix for tonight is a big crock pot of sauerkraut and Eckrich sausage, but that would mean I would have to put my laptop down and go to the store.  I may just do that. Ever since our international dinner at church on Sunday I’ve had a real craving. Unfortunately I’m the only one in my family who likes sauerkraut. The good news is, if I fix a bunch of it, I’ll be set for lunch all next week!

I had my first Facebook Paparazzi party on MonFirst Paparazzi Facebook party!day night as a new consultant, and, even though it was only a Facebook party, my hands were shaking, my heart was beating out of my chest, and I couldn’t remember how to breathe. I thought I was set until the party was actually underway, and then I saw how unorganized I really was. From now on, I’m making a folder of photos specifically for each party I schedule–after I go through my inventory boxes and pull pieces for that party.

Everyone seemed to have fun at the party and my hostess earned six pieces of jewelry–if the three people who booked parties that night follow through.

After the party was finished, it occurred to me that I had forgotten to eat dinner! It was nearly nine o’clock and I hadn’t eaten anything since my Triple Zero and an apple at four. I fixed me a plate of Fakertot Casserole before I went to bed. I will never get tired of that stuff!

I’m very excited about my new venture, and I’m having the time of my life.

Sweet Words Last a Lifetime

I couldn’t sleep last night because I was freezing. I couldn’t understand how it could be so cold in our room. I mean, it felt like our bedroom in the summertime–back when we first moved into our house and kept our thermostat at sixty-nine, since it was our first time with central air. Back then our bedroom was like the Arctic Circle, but it was a welcome change after suffering through sweltering summers with nothing but window fans. (Of course, that changed in a big hurry, just as soon as we got our first electric bill! Hi-yah!)

Chuck had told me before bed that he had turned on the heat, but he said he only set the thermostat to sixty-six. Okay, then why did our bedroom feel like a walk-in cooler? It felt more like forty-six, not sixty-six!

After shivering and shuddering under the blankets for fifteen minutes or so, I finally mustered the courage to expose my bare shoulders to the frigid air outside our comforter and jumped up to put on some warm, fuzzy socks. As I walked past the window to the dresser I discovered my window was open! I quickly shut the window and scurried back to the bed.

I put on my socks and scrambled back under the covers, still shaking and shivering. “No w-wonder it’s so c-c-c-cold!” I said to Chuck who had turned toward me to put his arm around me as he felt me get back into bed. “D-d-did you know you had th-th-the window open?” He was half-asleep and merely muttered something incoherent in response.

You would have thought that closing the window would have helped, but, no, I had trouble getting warm all night! Yet, I found if I covered my head, I got too warm and felt suffocated, so I arranged the cover over my face so that I would breathe in cool air through my nose and exhale warm air through my mouth under the covers.

When I got up this morning, I hurriedly turned off the fan (I know, I know, why did I have the fan on if I was so cold, right? The simple answer is because I can’t sleep without the noise now. I’ve become accustomed to it and if the fan isn’t running it’s too quiet to sleep–if that makes any sense! Ha!) I went to the bathroom and weighed myself.

Then, as I was standing in front of my closet to select something to wear, I heard the birds chirping outside Chuck’s window!!! And that, my friends, is why I was still cold even after shutting my window last night! His window had been open all night! Can you imagine the cross breeze we must have had blowing through that room before I shut my window?  Yikes!  B-b-b-brr-rrrr-rrrr!!

On to good news: after stringing together several good, on-plan days in a row I stepped on the scale this morning to discover that I have lost seven pounds in the course of the last two weeks! Yes! That makes me more determined than ever to keep doing as I’ve been doing. Part of that has been just drinking more water.

I am ‘fessing up right now, though, that I’ve been slacking off on my treadmill. That makes me wonder how much I would have lost had I been doing my treadmill every day!

Chuck is working this weekend, so I went to BioLife by myself to donate plasma this morning. When I’m driving by myself, I get a chance to think about all kinds of things. Today I was thinking about words of affirmation and compliments. It turns out that words of affirmation is one of my love languages. It’s my son’s, too. My husband’s love language is acts of service.

Let me just interject right here that there is no right or wrong love language: God made us all different, and we all came from different backgrounds.

Even though I’m a person who craves verbal affirmation, that’s not the kind of thing my husband is comfortable giving. He does all kinds of stuff for me (everything from cleaning the kitchen, doing laundry, washing my car, getting any little problem that I happen to mention taken care of)–and he buys me stuff, too–but he’s not a gushy poetic kind of guy and he feels uncomfortable holding my hand–if anyone is looking–and kissing me or putting his arm around me in public is out of the question. You can understand how that would be a problem when one spouse is always reaching for the hand of the other spouse or trying to put her/his arms around her/his spouse’s waist when she/he’s in line at the checkout, while the other spouse squirms uncomfortably and tries to wriggle away. It bothers him that I do these things, and it bothers me that he doesn’t.

I was thinking, on my solo journey to the city today, about how timely, sincere compliments do a heart good. Every so often I will think of something someone said to me months or even years ago and marvel that I have always held those words close to my heart and revisit them time and time again over the years. And then I feel good, affirmed, all over again.

Do you know what I’m talking about? How many of you do this same thing? I have even saved special thank-you cards so that I may find them, tucked away in a drawer or in a book or in a box of Christmas decorations, and read them year after year after year. It makes me feel good.

Examples of things I have saved in my heart through the years: Once a girl I sat by in study hall told me if she had a smile like mine she would smile all the time.

Can you think of a cooler compliment than this? That’s the kind of compliment that songs are made of. It completely made my day. Well, it did more than make my day because thirty-seven or thirty-eight years later I still remember it!

I corresponded by snail mail with a coworker who was in my brother’s class while I was going to college. She told me that I wrote just like I talked. That may not sound like a compliment, but, to me, it was. I was reading Dr. Phil’s book, 20/20 Diet, and the thought struck me that he writes like he talks! When I was reading his book, I felt like I was sitting in a chair right up beside him on stage during one of his shows. He’s an entertaining writer. He engages his readers and makes them feel like he’s right there having a conversation with them. Granted, it’s kind of a one-way conversation (haha!), but you know what I mean.

When I was in college, on one of our many walks across campus, my roommate told me I had more natural beauty than any of the rest of them could ever hope to get from any bottle. Now that is almost poetic. What a great compliment to give to a young woman! I don’t even know what possessed her to say such a thing–it seemed so out-of-the-blue and took me completely by surprise–but I’m glad she did because I have kept it in my heart, even all these years later, and I pull it out to affirm myself when I’m not feeling very lovely.

Another one came from a boy (now a man) that I graduated with. Just recently we connected again through Facebook. He wrote (and I quote), “I swear Dirinda! You just keep getting better and brighter like a third generation rose!” I don’t even know what a third-generation rose is, but it was music to my soul to hear it (or read it, rather)! Now, where was he with that compliment when I had a crush on him back in the fourth grade?!!  Haha!

If ever you are prompted in your spirit to compliment someone–a genuine, heartfelt compliment–do it! It may be something that she (or he) will carry with her for the rest of her life! It may be something that she holds in her heart and pulls out to comfort her when she’s having trouble even making it through the day. Words have more power than we may think, and we want to use our words for good and not evil. As unfortunate as it may be, people will also carry the ugly things we say to the end of their lives, too. May we endeavor to build up with our words and not destroy.

Hey! I made something pretty good last night. As you know, I’m not much of a Betty Crocker, so generally my rule of thumb is “make it fast and make it easy.”

I had those magnificent low-carb Santa Fe wraps (otherwise known as “our new bread”) from Sam’s Club  on hand and wondered what new spin I could put on dinner that would incorporate using those.

I remembered Vicki Cogan, a high school classmate, saying that she enjoyed the pre-made pesto about as much as the homemade so I picked some up in the produce section, right where she said it would be, when I was in Piggly Wiggly yesterday afternoon.

My first thought was to make pizzas, but we’ve been having a lot of those lately, so I started thinking outside the box a little. I had also bought three packages of deli meat: ham, roast beef, and roast turkey, and I wondered if I could make “pizza” out of those–or, really, they would be open-faced hoagies, made out of wraps instead of bread.

I put my wraps in the oven at 425 for a few minutes on each side, so that they would be more crispy than floppy. Then I spread a thin layer of pesto on each wrap and laid two slices of roast beef across the top to cover the whole surface of the wrap. Then I put the ham and roast turkey on top of the roast beef. I covered the top with mozzarella cheese, a sprinkle of sharp cheddar, mushrooms and sliced grape tomatoes (I saw this pesto-instead-of-pizza-sauce-and-sliced-tomato-topping pizza thing on Extreme Weight Loss). 

When they came out of the oven I loaded the tops with shredded lettuce. Chelsea and I split one, but Chuck ate a whole one by himself. They weren’t bad at all, and–you know what?–I liked the pesto! It was the first time I had ever tasted it!

Chuck commented that if he’s going to have pizza he would like hamburger on his pizza, thank you very much, but he didn’t even mention the pesto, so either he liked it or he didn’t even notice the difference. It was my first time ever making “pizza” without pizza sauce. It was also my first time ever making “pizza” with roast beef, ham and turkey, and, even though it was out of the ordinary, it was a nice change.

Tonight we’re having taco salad wraps, instead of having those very-very-bad-for-you tortilla chips. I know that I could make my own chips with lavash, but I have yet to find it! I’ve looked in Super Center, and we don’t have any health food stores or Trader Joe’s around here.

Tomorrow we’re having an international dinner at church. I know this isn’t really an international dish, but I’m taking the Fakertot Casserole from the Coers family (Amanda Coers…thank you, Amanda!!). I’ve made this a couple of times already, and Chelsea and I just love it.

One thing I do, though, is use fresh cauliflower, instead of the frozen, and I steam it first to make sure it will be fully tender when it comes out of the oven. I also salt and pepper the cauliflower before I put all the toppings on. This dish is just as good a day or two or three after it is first served.

Thanks for dropping by for a visit! Hope you enjoy the rest of your weekend!

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Eating Seeds for Health?

Three day weekend, here I come! Our district is having its parent-teacher conferences this week, so yesterday was an early out, and today we have no school.  What is it about three-day weekends that get me as excited as a little kid, watching it snow out the window to see how much accumulation we get, in hopes of having a snow day?

I got up early and had an on-plan breakfast. It was my intention to catch up on some of My 600-lb. Life, Fat Chance, and Fit to Fat to Fit (although, for some reason, those are not recording on my DVR, even though my daughter attempted to correct that problem). I promptly drifted off to asleep during the first five minutes of Fat Chance, so I turned off the television and napped in my chair.

I kind of feel like I wasted my morning, napping in my recliner with my soft photo blanket that my daughter got me for Christmas, but I still have the rest of my afternoon to do something productive. I get my hair cut at 3:00!  That’s pretty productive, right?

I’m also getting photos of my jewelry into albums for my upcoming Facebook party on Monday for one of my Trim Healthy Mama friends! Hopefully she’ll do very well and earn some free jewelry!

As I was going through my new shipment this morning, I had to keep one piece (just one, Chuck) for myself. I couldn’t help it. It goes with so many things in my closet!!!!  How could I help it? When I started this business, Chuck said, “You knNew haircut, new jewelryow you have to sell it, right? You can’t just keep all this.” Of course not! I would never keep all this! Except this one piece. And this one. And maybe this one over here. Seriously, here is the photo of my new haircut and my new jewelry! So you understand completely why I just had to keep this one piece. It’s exactly the kind of casual piece that goes perfectly with the shirttail-style hooded shirt I got at Ross!

To find the perfect piece of jewelry to go with your own favorite shirt, here’s my web site!  https://paparazziaccessories.com/45109

As much as I love it, I will try not to let it get out of hand. That may be easier said than done. We all remember what happened with food!

Let not every consuming thought be about things on this earth.  “Set your affections on things above, not on things on the earth.” God would love nothing more than to have our first thoughts of the day on Him and our last thoughts of the day on Him, as well.

Right now Chuck and I are on a five-psalm a day challenge for the month of March. Have you ever noticed that the psalms are pretty much all praise and adoration for our God? As I read through them, once in a while one will stick out to me and I’ll think, “Oh, we used to have a CD with this song on it.” So many of them are familiar to me.

I’ve been drinking much more water lately. Maybe I’m developing a true craving for it–and that’s a good thing. I was thinking the other day about how blessed we are to have fresh water in our country and how many of us take it for granted and even replace it with poison to our bodies in the form of pop and slushies. Do you realize how many people in Third World Countries would do anything to be able to have a fresh glass of water? And they don’t even care if it has ice in it or not! Just a clean glass of pure water! I’m trying to keep that in the forefront of my mind, as I strive to appreciate the blessing that God has given me, just in water alone!

Chelsea had her followup with Dr. James yesterday. He says the wound is getting better and better, though it is still a long way from being healed. The tunnels are closing in, and that’s always a good thing. The last time he saw her he had mentioned the flap surgery again. He said even if it doesn’t completely work she’ll still come away with a smaller wound than what she has now.

That’s something for Chelsea to think about. She said she at least doesn’t want to think about it until the winter, when she’s normally shut in more, anyway, because of ice, snow and cold. There are other things to consider, too, like the things that come from being in a hospital long-term: c-diff and the variety of other bugs and infections that go along with convalescing around other sick people for months at a time.

Chelsea was released from home health care months ago. The state of Missouri is apparently tired of footing the bill for a person who isn’t healing fast enough to suit them. From now on, they said, she would have to get the hospital to ship her supplies to her house and I would be completely on my own, other than followup visits with Dr. James. By this time, of course, I know what kinds of things to look for, if she starts getting sick in between doctor’s appointments.

In God’s timing, it all worked out. I’m not in a state of panic that a nurse is no longer coming to our home once a week to check in on us. I’m not overwhelmed and have learned a great deal in wound care. For instance, over the course of the last couple of months, I have learned the perfect way to dress the wound to keep the dressing from falling out from under the abdominal pad. I’m using less tape now, too, which is a real bonus because now we learn that her insurance won’t cover the cost of tape and we have to start buying the 3M Medipore surgical tape from Amazon! I’m not kidding: insurance companies . . .

My husband has had some excitement at work–and not the good kind. Apparently someone was fired recently. The guy was able to sneak back into the building and find his way back to the plant manager’s office where he threatened to blow the whole place up and announced that he had a hit list of people he wanted dead. Now Chuck says there are armed security guards everywhere and no one is able to get into the building without a retina scan. Scary stuff!

I’m still throwing three grapes into my morning frappes and shakes. They are so good–and Kent Hovind the creation scientist guy says that eating the whole fruit, seeds and all, has great medical benefits! I used to watch this guy all the time when we had Direct TV. I wonder if he’s still on there.

Anyway, I found this video on YouTube, in which he talks about eating seeds for health. I don’t normally eat apple seeds or apricot seeds, but maybe I should start throwing those into my shakes and smoothies, too!

Happy Friday, everyone! I feel like it’s Saturday, but I get a whole ‘nuther one of those tomorrow! I’ll leave you with more Kent Hovind. Have a healthy and blessed weekend, my friends.

Nobody Makes Fruits and Vegetables Like God

I’m having another fantastic, on-plan week. My fatigue seems to have gone by the wayside, although I never did get around to trying the Singing Canary. I’m too lazy to make a special trip to get the ingredients; then, when I am at the store, I forget. Story of my life.

I have been making me a mocha frappe every morning, however. Maybe it’s the instant coffee in that that is giving me that extra kick to get through my day.

Something else I’ve been doing is tossing in three large globe grapes that I picked up at Sam’s Club last week, not realizing that they had seeds in them. My kids turn their noses up at grapes with seeds–and they’re not my favorite, either–so I thought, “Why not pop a few of them into my shakes and smoothies?” They add natural sweetness without bumping up the carb count too much.

To go with my mocha frappe I have been eating an orange every morning before my route. I have to give a shout out to the Florida Sun Pacific people because their oranges were at least 75% juicier and more flavorful than the box of Sunkist I had picked up the time before. I think they were cheaper, too. I wonder how much of the Sunkist price went toward the sturdy cardboard box in which they were packed. The plastic bag with the Sun Pacific oranges was probably more economical, and it worked for me.

I went to Sam’s Club last week, hoping to get more Sun Pacific oranges, but the only ones I could find were California navel oranges. I don’t even think there was a brand name on the bag. I was skeptical, but they were almost as good as Florida’s.

Sunkist really surprised me because I always associated that name with the best there is in oranges. Apparently that is not always the case. As with everything else, I’m sure there are good batches and bad batches.

I’m glad I came up with the grape idea for my shakes and smoothies because they have been out-of-this-world delicious. Don’t get me wrong, I still put in my ten packets of Truvia, but I think the grapes make the shakes extra-tasty!

You may think that coffee and grapes don’t sound like they would go together, but, guess what, you can’t really taste the grapes–just like you can’t taste the spinach leaves in shamrock shakes!

I was thinking this morning, as I made my mocha frappe, just how thankful I am for my Piping Rock whey protein isolate. I feel like I’m cheating every time I drink a frappe, shake or smoothie. Who says I can’t have ice cream for breakfast–every day if I want it?

I’m glad I bought so many of the Piping Rock the last time I ordered it! It appears it has gone up considerably–five dollars a tub! If this keeps up, it may be more economical to buy the Trim Healthy Mama brand! You get 1/5 of a pound more with the Piping Rock, but right now it costs two dollars more than THM’s. I guess you just have to do the math.

I’ve been eating lots of those low-carb wraps from Sam’s Club for lunch when I make my very own “personal size pDSCF3206izzas.” They’re only five carbs per wrap, but they do contain a little soy. I’ve seen mamas say they are not on-plan, but then I’ve seen other mamas say that they are. My suggestion is to grab an admin in the THM Beginners  group and ask her.  I will say one thing, though, they surely are delicious!

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I’m building my inventory for my new Paparazzi jewelry side business and preparing to start throwing jewelry parties! I am having the time of my life! I’m snagging up pieces for myself, too, and really enhancing my new wardrobe with lots of glitz and glamour! You can’t beat the five-dollar price! Yay!

We’re gearing up for a three-day weekend here due to parent-teacher conferences. I’m excited about finishing the week strong and on-plan! Be blessed, friends!

 

What Goes Up Must Come Down

What goes up must come down. Amen and hallelujah. Last Sunday, as you know, my son urged me to weigh and I discovered, much to my chagrin, that I had gained twenty pounds since–whenever it was that I got down to my lowest Trim Healthy Mama weight.

That prompted me to eat clean for the whole past week. Even though I was dragging a couple of those days and didn’t hit the treadmill, I got my exercise in the rest of the days. Yesterday I even walked to Walmart and back with Chelsea. I wasn’t nearly as red in the face as I was the last time I walked to Walmart with Chuck. The more I make that trek, the easier it will become.

This morning I stepped on the scale and found that I had lost over five pounds since last Sunday! I told Chuck last night, “I better have lost at least two pounds or I’m not going to be happy. If I step on that scale and find out I have gained, I don’t even know what I will do. I have done so well this week: I had to have lost weight.”

Maybe it was the coffee shake I had for breakfast yesterday morning–or maybe it was the excitement of my new business–but I was buzzing all day long. Not once did I feel sleepy.Paparazzi kit

I’ve sold a lot of Paparazzi jewelry over the past couple of days! Never did I imagine I would become a consultant–for anything!–but here I am, having the time of my life. I have been impressed with the pieces I’ve seen so far, and the jewelry basically sells itself and–did I mention?–it’s only five dollars!

 

 

I still have lots to learn, but there are training videos to watch, when I’m not so tired from being in the city all day!

I saw something on Extreme Weight Loss a couple of weeks ago that made sense. In truth, I see quite a bit on there that makes sense, but sometimes I actually retain some of it! Ha! The client was a guy who had a weakness for pizza. The nutritionist taught him to make pizza with pesto, instead of tomato sauce; then she put on some fresh, sliced tomatoes and then slices of low-fat buffalo mozzarella cheese on top of the tomatoes. She said that stuff like sausage and pepperoni and other cured meats have been directly linked to heart disease. She told him he didn’t need to put meat on the pizza at all because there is enough protein in just the cheese. We all knew that, didn’t we?  But the pesto was an interesting idea. The client gave the pizza two-thumbs up: he said it was delicious.

Here’s just one example I found on YouTube that shows how to make pesto sauce.

There are others, too, but this is one example. You can learn to do anything by watching YouTube videos. My sister had a couple of friends who taught themselves how to crochet by watching YouTube videos. Chuck learned how to repair our garbage disposal by watching YouTube videos. He saved us the cost of a new garbage disposal and the cost of having a repairman come out to the house.

Thank you for your kind notes of support on my last post. Sometimes I think we all need a friendly reminder or a swift kick in the rear. This weight loss business isn’t for the weak and wimpy!

I had to share with you, though. Five pounds!!  Yay!  Here’s to kicking off another good week tomorrow!

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Food Sensitivities

I have discovered something about myself. I have food sensitivities. Chuck and I were watching a Netflix movie last night called New Hope. In the movie the pastor’s son and his date left three pieces of untouched pizza on the pan when they left the restaurant. Just left it sitting on the table. To be thrown away. See, I’m sensitive to that.

I was watching Serendipity a couple of nights ago, when I noticed something that I hadn’t noticed the first four or five times I watched the movie. When Sarah took her best friend to Serendipity for her birthday, they brought her out a complimentary personal-size chocolate cake with whipped cream and a candle. The characters sat at the table and talked for another three or four minutes, and then they got up and left and her friend had not even taken a single bite out of that chocolate cake! Not a single bite! I was sensitive to that.

When I was a teenager I used to watch Happy Days. Sometimes the cast would go to the soda shop and order malts. (Later, in the 90s, the Saved by the Bell people did the same thing.) They would sit at the table and have conversations and, all the while they were sitting there, you never saw them take a drink of their malt. When they got up to leave the table, the malt was nearly full. Now, why would a person order a shake or malt and then not drink it? That makes me sensitive!

When I go to a restaurant, I don’t leave anything on my plate–unless I don’t like it for some reason or another or unless it’s the excess carrots I picked off my salad or the croutons. If I can’t eat it all, I ask for a box and bring it home. I don’t waste food, and it bothers me when other people do.

After I found out I had gained twenty pounds, Chuck stopped bringing me bags of cheddar popcorn. (Good boy!) But he is still eating it himself. The other night, he was munching a bag of popcorn (right in front of me, mind you), and he didn’t eat the whole bag. (The nerve!) He left about a cup of popcorn in the bottom of the bag and tossed it into the trash can. Thankfully, I was standing there when he did it so I could snap it right back out again! How dare he throw that popcorn away in front of me? It was bad enough that he was eating it in front of me! That made me very sensitive!

I shouldn’t have, but I ate the rest of the popcorn in the bag while I was sitting at the kitchen table, cutting up cauliflower for my Fakertot Casserole. I was ashamed to be eating it, though, because the whole family was present when we had this conversation about my weight gain and how I was going to stop having popcorn–so, when Chelsea came in from her room, I put part of a cauliflower stock in my mouth and started chewing that so she wouldn’t know I was sitting there eating popcorn. What kind of games do we play with ourselves and the people around us? Who do we think we’re fooling?

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I have been very tired. A couple of nights ago I was so tired I could have cried. It was time for bed and Chuck got out the two sandwiches he had bought himself at Piggly Wiggly for his lunch for the next couple of days. When he unwrapped them from the foil he made a face and said, “I can’t eat these. They’re soggy.”

“Then why did you buy them if you weren’t going to eat them?”

“Obviously, I didn’t know they were going to be soggy!”

“Well, don’t throw them away! Cameron will eat them!”

“No, Cameron’s not going to want them.” So, I’m assuming he threw them away. I don’t know what happened to them. I hate buying stuff and then throwing it away!  That makes me sensitive! Besides, he doesn’t know our son as well as I do because Cameron will eat almost anything!

I was tired and frustrated. Frustrated that he threw food away, but just as frustrated because he waited until it was time to go to bed to make sure he had his lunch ready to go for the next day. And now he had no food for his lunch. I went into the kitchen and opened the meat drawer and pulled out the deli roast beef and ham that I had purchased expressly for his lunch and set it on the dining room table. Then I set about collecting everything else I needed: the low-carb tortillas and cheddar cheese and mayo, as I prepared to make him a wrap.

“I don’t know if this is still good,” he said, eyeing the roast beef. “Is this green stuff on it?”

“Yes,” I sighed. “I told you I bought that for your lunch. You shouldn’t have waited so long to use it.” Right then I could have cried. I was kind of mad that I had to throw more food away and kind of mad that here it was, bedtime, and I was having to put together a wrap for Chuck to bring in his lunch, with just ham, since the roast beef had turned south, and I just wanted to go to sleep!

What I felt at that moment took me back to when I was a first or second-grader. My parents bought me nice dresses to wear to school, but some of them had buttons at the back of the neck. Not being very dexterous as a young child, it was maddening to get undressed for bed. I was tired and frustrated and just started pulling the neck of my dress, not caring, and, really, even hoping to pop the buttons off the back. Pretty much it was a silent, but full-blown tantrum. My dad would gently chide, “Ah-ah-ah-ah, watch what you’re doing. You’re going to pop your buttons off.” Probably my mom wouldn’t have been quite as patient.

Anyway, standing there, looking at the green roast beef (I do not like green roast beef and ham. I do not like them, Sam I am), I felt like having a full-blown tantrum. Yes, I was so tired and mad and frustrated that I could have done the whole biblical renting of my clothes!

It turns out that when I’m tired, I can be quite cranky. That’s something else for the Lord to work on, I suppose–as if He doesn’t have a whole laundry list already.

I don’t know what adrenal fatigue is, but I wonder if I have it. Maybe it’s worth looking into making myself a Singing Canary. I don’t know, but I’ve got to shake myself out of this sleepy fog!

Cameron wanted to watch a movie with me on Netflix today, in between routes, and he kept looking over at me and saying, “Mom!” because I just couldn’t hold my eyes open.

This is the second day in a row I haven’t done my treadmill. Granted, yesterday morning, I set out to do the treadmill, but then the belt stopped. I didn’t nurse it along until it picked back up like I’ve done in the past: I just got off. Chuck was right when he said I was just using that as an excuse not to do it.

The good news is that it’s Thursday and I have had about the best week on-plan as I’ve had for the last couple of months. I feel pretty good about it. Chuck and Cameron are already talking about my weighing myself again. It would be nice if I lost a couple of pounds this week. If it’s the food choices only, it’s entirely possible, but if exercise plays a role I’m probably not down an ounce. I think I did my mile the first three days of the week, but, man, I’m dragging. And my feet are stiff. And my left knee almost buckled when I got up to kiss Chuck goodbye before work today. And here I am making excuses again.

I survived a meeting at work today. Donuts and cupcakes were staring me down, but I avoided calamity. Then, because I’m now a Paparazzi jewelry consultant (yay!), I showed some jewelry after work and those same donuts and cupcakes were still there, taunting me even more, since it was now time for my afternoon snack, but I did not cave. I sold eight pieces of jewelry this afternoon (actually, the jewelry sells itself! It’s attractively made and only five dollars each!) and came home to make me a chocolate muffin in a mug with a tablespoon of unsweetened coconut and chopped 85% Aldi’s chocolate bar. That should hold me until dinner!

I feel good that I was able to resist–not that donuts have gotten my number, anymore, because I have definitely gained strength in that department. The sugary white frosting on the cupcakes, though, was flirting with me big time. Let me just say, I was very sensitive to that!

Tonight I’m fixing Mrs. Criddle’s Easy Chicken Enchiladas. (That’s an S, by the way, for all you Trim Healthy Mamas!) Chuck will be very happy. It’s one of the Trim Healthy Mama favorites around here. Even though I’m tired (and lazy), it shouldn’t be much of an ordeal. I just need to run to the store and pick up some tomato paste for the enchilada sauce.

I have found that shredding chicken is a breeze with the dough hooks on my Sunbeam mixer! I just have to be careful not to turn the chicken into mush!

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It Wasn’t Heaven

A couple of nights ago I had a dream. While it wasn’t exactly a nightmare, it wasn’t heaven, either. In my dream I was eating a big open-faced sandwich of big steak fries on white bread. It wasn’t just a sandwich, either; they were spilling off the sides. It was a steak fry sandwich with a side of steak fries. Yuck.

I remember looking at it in bewilderment. It was not any kind of source of enjoyment. It was something almost completely foreign to me. I don’t remember in my dream if I actually took a bite or was getting ready to take a bite, but, really, what does it matter? It was only a dream so it wouldn’t have hurt me if I had eaten the whole thing! I wonder if I would have woken up feeling sick.  Ha!

My son coaxed me into getting on the scale yesterday morning. I figured I hadn’t been doing too badly sticking to plan, so, even if I wasn’t back down to my lowest weight on Trim Healthy Mama, maybe I would have at least lost five of the eleven that I gained during the holidays. I would be happy with that.

I’m glad I weighed, but not in a good way. Not only had I not lost any of the eleven pounds I had gained, but I have gained nine more!  WHAT?!!! How is that even possible? I know how it is possible; who am I fooling? It’s by not doing my treadmill every day or any outside walking. It’s by having a couple of butter mints from my nightstand at bedtime or a couple of Dove dark chocolate or a ring pop or two while watching TV with Chuck or by eating half of a bag of cheddar popcorn that he brings me when he buys himself one.

I strongly believe that part of my weight gain has to do with the fact that I haven’t been trying as hard to actively lose weight. After watching several episodes of Skin Tight, I told Chuck I would be happy just to maintain where I was because I did not want to have lots of hanging skin and I also did not want to have skin removal surgery. The surgery is not only very expensive–even if insurance will pay for most of it–it’s also a difficult surgery from which to rebound. Recovery is very painful and takes months. I don’t know if I’m up for that.

Before I continue, let me just interject here that I know a lot of you are going to recommend dry brushing to me. I even bought one and used it a few times, but I’m not disciplined enough to make it part of my daily routine, especially since I’m not convinced it will totally do the trick. The doctors on Skin Tight said it doesn’t matter how long it takes you to lose your weight or the method by which you lose it or the muscle-toning workouts you put yourself through: if you have a substantial amount of weight to lose, there will be loose skin at the end of your journey, especially if you’ve carried that extra weight around as long as I have (my late twenties).

Although I’ll be quite content if I never see “one-der-land” (because of the skin thing) I don’t want to regress, either. There’s a difference in maintaining and backsliding.

Today all that changes. My husband is going to help me. Hopefully he will not only stop bringing me a bags of popcorn, but stop getting himself any, too. He’s going to encourage me to do my treadmill every day and go walking with me outside. It will get even better when Chelsea gets her motors replaced on her power chair (her left one has almost gone completely out and her right one has to compensate for it, so it’s on the way to needing to be replaced also) so she can go with me, too, when Chuck doesn’t.

He’s also going to buy us both bicycles, after Chelsea gets her motors, so that we can go riding in Confederate Park.

I’m back on track today. I got my treadmill out of the way before I left for my morning route, and I did more inclines. Instead of doing 2, 3, 5, 7, 5, 3, 2, I did 2, 5, 5, 7, 5, 3, 3. When I accidentally hit the “5” button instead of the “3” button after my first five minutes at “2,” I decided to just go for it and bypass “3” altogether on my way up. Then I stayed on “3” for my last five minutes, instead of bumping it back down to “2.” And I feel good. So good.

Chuck wants me to go back to weighing every week so I can see my progress, and he’s convinced I’ll see progress. “We know you can do it,” he said, “because you did it before.”

I’ll be so happy to get this winter over and done. Bright, sunny days are bound to do wonders for my spirits.

Watching Fit to Fat to Fit may help me in my particular situation, too. I’ve seen how easy it is for these trainers to pack on forty extra pounds just so they are able to empathize better with their clients: going out with their friends and doing bacon cheeseburger challenges, pizza fests, lounging around like a couch potatoes. One of the trainers went to an almost entirely sedentary lifestyle, after having worked out for eight hours a day.  Can you even imagine that?  Working out for eight hours a day?

After a while, the push to gain weight starts taking an emotional toll, however. They miss their workouts. They get used to the taste of sugar and probably even start craving it–because that’s the kind of monster that sugar is–but they hate that they can’t exercise. See, that’s the point that I want to get to. Again. Remember when I hurt my knee and walking on the treadmill was painful? I had tried a few times to walk on the treadmill, but had given up after only a minute or so because I didn’t want to hurt my knee even more. I knew that being out of commission would hurt me in the long run, and it did.

Getting back to any kind of exercise after a long sabbatical is just short of torture. Of course, the trainers on Fit to Fat to Fit feel like they’ve died and gone to heaven because they missed it so much. “Oh, this feels so good,” moaned one trainer, as she started doing her push-ups or crunches or whatever it was she was doing. It definitely isn’t heaven to me, but I’m hoping it will eventually feel like it.

Today is going to be a good day. I can feel it. By 6:00 I already had a mile in. With any luck, I’ll be able to do another one at some point. Maybe I’ll go to the walking track with Chuck later. The weather is perfect. It’s a little windy, but I left for my morning route without so much as a jacket.

My friend, Rachel, is starting Trim Healthy Mama today, after having a heart attack and even a mini stroke or two, I think. She’s hoping to get her A1c down with THM. Her books are due to arrive today, so, if you think of it, please pray that she will be able to latch on to this plan, that she doesn’t get overwhelmed and that she will find success. Thank you!

Woo hoo!  Post edit* Chelsea just called and her new motors have been approved by her insurance and she should be getting them on Thursday, the 10th!  Happy, happy news!

Stats for today:
Exercise: a mile on the treadmill
Breakfast (6:00) E: an orange and a Triple Zero yogurt
Mid-morning snack (9:00) E: chocolate peanut butter shake and two pieces of Ezekiel toast with Happy Farms cheese and Polaner all-fruit
Lunch (12:15) S: hamburger pizza with onions, peppers and mushrooms on flax tortilla
Afternoon snack (4:00) E: Fuji apple and Triple Zero yogurt
Dinner (7:30) S: zucchini spaghetti with meat sauce and a garden salad with Italian dressing

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Fight or Flight

“Fight or flight” is a phrase I’ve become familiar with on Extreme Weight Loss. It’s generally that one-week period of time right after the initial weigh-in when the client hits the gym floor for the first time. Having quite a few extra pounds to carry, the workouts are quite intense, and many times the client feels that he just can’t go on. He’s ready to quit. Chris Powell, the show’s professional trainer, calls this the “fight-or-flight” moment.

As I watch the show, I wonder often what I would do. Actually, I know what I would probably do because it’s basically the pattern of my life. I don’t “do” hard. I don’t like sweating, and these workouts Chris puts his clients through are not just leisurely strolls on the treadmill. They are running! And they are squatting and rising and throwing a weighted ball up in the air and squatting again.

The only thing that would keep me going is the fear of completely embarrassing myself on national TV by being a quitter. Being half-naked in my sports bra and yoga pants would be quite enough embarrassment for me without adding being a quitter on top of that. In fact, they couldn’t pay me enough to show that much skin in public. Ain’t nobody gonna see me in my sports bra!

Chris Powell seems to have a 100% success rate with his clients, so I have to think that it’s a pretty thorough retraining of not only the body, but the mind, as well. He’s with them 24/7 for the whole first week, and there’s only so much of that time they can show on a two-hour TV show. I come away from the show, completely awestruck at the people’s transformations and feeling that I must not be able to measure up, that surely I’m lacking some of what they have, because I’m still pretty sure I couldn’t do what they are doing.

Fight or flight? Just watch me run for the door. I don’t want my muscles to hurt–or even feel tired! I hate sweating, I hate breathing hard, I hate being red in the face, I hate my side hurting. As you can tell I’m pretty much of a wimp.

When I do my treadmill I start out promising myself that if it seems too hard I don’t do the hills today. It’s almost like I’m telling myself, “It’s okay. I promise I won’t be the drill sergeant that I have been in the past. If you want to stop at five minutes, we can do that.” But then, when I get on there, I change my mind and refuse to cut myself any slack. Having said that, never do I break into a run–or anything like that–so I’m not nearly as strict on myself as Chris Powell is on his clients. That could be how they’re losing over a hundred pounds in one year and I’m not.

One of the aides on my bus said she’s been watching Fit to Fat to Fit. I watched my first episode of that yesterday. It’s a program where the personal trainer gains weight to gain some insight to how the unfit person feels when they are working out and how difficult it is for them.

My aide said that one trainer said that he now had a fatty liver and the kidneys of an alcoholic. She said, “I didn’t like that. I mean, I’m obese, but I don’t feel like I have the liver of an alcoholic.”

I thought about that for a little while and remembered something I had read in The Sugar Solution. Do you know what happens to strawberries when you dump a bunch of sugar on them and then stick them in the fridge to marinate in that for a while? The strawberries begin to break down. What they do is turn into sheer heaven. But let’s get back to the point. What that sugar does to the strawberries is the same thing that sugar does to your internal organs. You can imagine, then, that diabetics have all kinds of breakdown going on with their internal organs. It doesn’t matter that the strawberries turn to mush, but our bodies are another story.

Chelsea and I got to go shopping today. We had a wonderful time and added several pieces to our wardrobes.

Oh! Before I forget, I have to tell you that this was our first time shopping with our new color charts. This is based on the Color Me Beautiful book from back in the 80s. I’m a winter, and this is my color fan. Chelsea is an autumn, and this one is hers. They are so handy to go shopping with! We had an absolute blast.

Also, let me tell you about my new side business. Today wPaparazzi profile pictureas my first day: that’s how new it is.  I haven’t even received my starter kit, yet, but I’m excited. Meet your new Paparazzi jewelry consultant!  Yep, that’s me! I’ve been to a couple of Facebook parties and picked up several pieces of jewelry. I decided that I love this stuff, and each piece is only five dollars!! So I’m giving you the link to my Facebook Paparazzi page in case you want to check it out. Here I am, with some of my Paparazzi jewelry and a new Maggie Barnes jacket/tunic that I found on Ebay! It goes perfectly with the Old Navy shimmery blouse that I also found on Ebay! What did we do without the Internet?

One of the things I like about Paparazzi is, if you want to look for a specific color to match an outfit you have, you can click on the corresponding color circle on the web site and it will show you everything they have available in that color. You can also click on necklaces or bracelets or earrings and they will show you just what they have available in that category. They add new stuff daily, so it never gets boring.

I have a page –>HERE<– that has a “shop now” button that takes you directly to my web site and a group –>HERE<– where I will also post photos of pieces as I get them and offer games and giveaways, etc. You can choose to “like” the page and get notifications or “join” the group and get notifications. I like the idea of the page just because it has the handy “shop now” button.

Chelsea and I have had so much fun today, putting together what we’re wearing to church tomorrow, from our new outfits to our new jewelry that we just got in the mail from our last Paparazzi party!

We ate at Corner Cafe today, and I could have done better. We hadn’t eaten there, though, since the day before Chelsea was admitted to Kindred over a year ago, I think, so she and I both ordered something we wouldn’t normally consider. The great thing about Trim Healthy Mama is that we can have special occasions like today without completely blowing our “diet” out of the water. Hey, it’s not a diet, it’s a lifestyle, amen? I did a lot of walking today and drank a lot of water, and I’m actually pretty proud of the day I had other than my one indiscretion.

I donated at BioLife today to help pay for my shopping trip. All in all, it was a fantastic Saturday, complete with outstanding weather!