Happy Mondee!! WOOOOOO… MONDEEEEE!! I figure if I say that enough times in a row, it will soon be Thursdee. So, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m getting too dagnabbed cocky for my own britches… not that I like my britches or anything (6 million pair of the same stretchy black items that just so happen to fit over the bane of my existence!).
Analogy time… say you own a pitbull… and it’s a vicious pitbull, so when you take him out for a walk you put him on a short leash. No matter how much that pitbull drools and gnashes his vampire teeth, he can’t get very far on that short leash of his… and no one gets hurt because the pitbull is under control. Months go by and there is never an incident where your vicious pitbull attacks someone. THAT A’ GIRL! So, the next time you take him out for a walk, you put him on a longer leash so that he can explore further… and when nothing goes wrong on that slightly longer leash, you keep increasing the length of the leash every day until you now have no control over the viciousness and then one day he bites off the head of a baby. (TOTES a sweet story, right!?!?!?)
DISCLAIMER: No babies were harmed in the writing of this analogy!
That there analogy is how I’m feeling right now, only the owner is me, the pitbull is my weight loss journey, and the baby’s head is food. DISCLAIMER: No cannibals were made in the writing of this analogy! I’m becoming slack-adaisacal (newest word addition to Whitney’s Dictionary for the Slightly Insane People… forget you, Webster’s!) I’ve been doing this counting calories majigger thing for 1-1/2 years now and I’m good at it… and I know my stuff… so now instead of keeping my eating leash short and strict, I’ve lengthened it and lengthened it and now I’m having a hard time losing the pounds. How does that happen? When I go to the trouble of measuring out a serving sized portion of a food and then throw in a couple extra handfuls/spoonfuls for good measure and don’t count that in the calorie count… I’m counting my calories, but not ALL of them… because you know it don’t count if it doesn’t actually make it onto the plate. If it bypasses the plate and goes straight to your yapper… it’s TOTES a freebie! SCORE!
That stops right here… right here and now. I’ve decided that instead of walking through my day with no plan, so that I can search the cupboards before each meal for what’s available whilst eating a handful of this and that, I’m going to plan my days food wise. I sat down tonight and wrote out 2 days’ worth of menus… tomorrow, I’ll write out the rest of the week. No more numbdumbing my way through the pitbull park. I’m still keeping my “All things in Moderation” motto, but now I can know what to expect calorie wise throughout my day instead of finding out by 3:00 p.m. that I’ve already eaten my daily alottment of calories. Time to pull this cart of mine full-a$$ed! The donkeys of the world agree!
Question of the Day: Are you a planner when it comes to meals or do you fly by the seat of your pants? Any tips for becoming a planner?
This would be my new friend from Friday night… I call him Borus. Borus looks more like a horse/donkey hybrid (Madre says he’s ugly… but I think he’s a handsome lil’ feller!) He told me to get my pitbull under control! You got it Borus… full rear ahead!
It was perfect canoeing weather Saturdee night, right Cache Valleyites!? 😛