The Good, The Bad, and The Meh

The Good:
I spent a solid two thirds of this holiday weekend walking around outside. Saturday we went to Brew at the Zoo and walked around the vendors stalls and ventured into the zoo for a long walk. Animals are extra interesting when you've been drinking. Especially the odd ones: "Wait, does that deer have stripes? What the.." On Sunday we woke up early to go to Six Flags. It wasn't crowded at all, so we didn't waste time standing in lines. We covered the whole park at least twice. There was so much walking that I passed out on the couch as soon as we got home at 10pm.

The Bad:
My eating was all over the place this weekend. I barely had an appetite, so my eating schedule was way off. The only thing that made me want to eat was drinking, which only made me want to eat bad food. I haven't filled in my food diary for the past three days yet. It wasn't pretty. I don't think my total calories were excessively high, but the food choices and timing were bad. The only upshot is that it made me feel slow and icky, so I'm craving green peppers now. Green peppers are the only thing I want to eat though, which brings us to "the meh".

The Meh:
In order to keep my protein intake high despite my low appetite, I bought a huge tub of protein powder to make shakes. However, it tastes terrible and is giving me even less of an appetite. The guy at the store said that this is his favorite brand and one of the best flavors, but we apparently have different taste. The powder is cookies and cream flavor and tastes like melted ice cream. I don't have much of a sweet tooth, so I can barely choke it down. Unfortunately, holding my nose and chugging is more appealing to me right now than eating a plate of eggs or chicken. I'd even be up for an IV drip instead of eating. On one hand, this is better than over eating. On the other hand, an alien has clearly possessed my body. How else could I not want to eat?

The Etc.:
I was too pooped from the weekend to workout yesterday, and our training was cancelled due to the holiday. Tonight I'm going to do an hour of DDR. My body needs to shake and sweat out the alcohol and grease of the weekend. I can't wait to get back to training tomorrow. The most weight lifting I did this weekend was doing squats with my husband on my back because I was in a silly mood.

I did end up buying shorts on Friday, although it took nearly three hours at Target to find them. I didn't want capris, nor did I want denim underwear. Denim underwear is all they were selling in the Juniors department. I found one pair in a decent length in the misses section (if you can call it a section-it was one rack), but they were acid wash. Apparently, I time travelled since I was there so long. Eventually I went to the women's/plus size section and found some nice denim shorts in a cut and color from this decade. I bought a pair in 16W and wore them with a belt. I may have to continue cinching these forever, because I refuse to wear shorts with less than a one inch inseam, even if I'm in a size 6.

In happier shorts related news, I didn't feel self-conscious at all wearing them all day Saturday and Sunday in public. No pictures to show though-all I have are pictures of animals' behinds (remember, I was drinking at the zoo).

On Monday morning, my husband was rubbing my leg and he stopped, shocked, and put both hands around my thigh. He said my thighs are getting much smaller. Ahem. He said my thighs are getting much smaller! I'm still floating over this comment (this is the same husband who bought me roses on Saturday-he's the best). I had asked him to tell me as soon as he noticed any changes, but he hadn't said anything yet. Every time I pull out another shirt that fits anew, he just kind of grunts & nods. So, this genuine comment about my least favorite body part is just wonderful.

Having a plan of action last week brought me great results. Here's this week's plan: South Beach Phase I plus icky protein shake, DDR for an hour every night until the weekend. I'm only trying for one pound of loss this week since I know the weekend didn't go well. It will be a quality pound though, because it will put me under 200 lbs.

Hey, did you hear the one about my thighs getting smaller? Can I tell you again???