On the other hand, I started my old food blog when I only had one child (who still napped), wasn’t taking college courses on my lunch hours, and hadn’t adapted to a healthier way of life. Somehow food prep is more exciting when it usually begins with “warm a pat of butter over medium heat.” Chopping veggies seems more enticing when there’s a slab of bacon waiting for its turn with the knife. So it makes sense, I guess, that I’d feel a sense of loss when my hobby (cooking) became muddled with counting calories, logging meals, and calculating appropriate serving sizes.
Without going on and on about it, I’m pleased to report that the swimsuit arrived, and was only the slightest bit roomy. I was able to put it on, hop in a hotel pool with my kids, and splash with them until they tired. (Well, until I tired, at least. My kids would never admit fatigue if there was more pool time to be had.)
I am an almond addict. Any kind, anywhere. I love them toasted, salted, flavored, yogurt-dipped, turned into milk, and buried in a candy bar. Doesn’t matter, I love them all ways.
The problem is, I love them a little bit too much. For every variety out there, I’ve calculated exactly how many I can eat to equal 1 WWP, 2WWP, 3WWP, and so on. But as soon as I crack that can open, knowing how many equal one point is pretty much useless, because I never stop there.
My children. My husband. Noodles.
(Probably in that order.)
So I really wanted to make up for those lost steps from Day 5 as much as possible on Day 6 to avoid having some ridiculous number waiting for me on Day 7 to meet the 100kSteps Challenge in time. I pretty much danced in place as I did *everything* yesterday, from morning ’till night. I noticed in the evening that my four-year-old, Ollie, was following me around doing a little jig everywhere I went. It was cracking me up. Eventually, he wanted to watch “Honey, I Shrunk the Kids” on TV, so we stood side-by-side and walked/danced in place throughout almost the entire movie! I had so much fun I forgot to look down and see how I was doing periodically. Imagine my surprise when this is what I saw on my pedometer after the movie ended at bedtime…
Friday was a hot one. Nonetheless, I managed to find some new ways to up the step count — which is good, because that stupid half-pound came RIGHT back when I weighed in Friday morning.