Niffer64's Journal

Where I left off yesterday, right before cooking dinner, was pretty much it for me. I washed the pots and pans (we do dishes daily, but am embarrassed to say pots & pans just get some soaking water and sit a couple days), which gave me quite a backache standing there. Sat a few minutes, which is all it takes to relax those muscles, then cooked dinner...just the 'taco-roni', no veggies:(.  My son Kyle helped with cooking...spontaneous, didn't ask him, so that was pretty nice. Anyway, I kept my promise, didn't eat very much. Then, about 7pm, I was wiped out, went to bed. Up a couple times, but basically slept until 5:30am, which felt wonderful.

When my husband came downstairs at 7, I asked him to take my measurements, time to face that music, ugh. The numbers were HORRIBLE! To give perspective, my hips are bigger around than my 20 yr. old daughter is tall! Ok, she's a tiny thing, but still, ugh. Doing my best to manage the feelings this brought up (discouraged, overwhelmed), keep it in perspective that hey, those numbers ARE going to come down. It's tough, but in line with the decision to be 'conscious' of my health, eating, activity level. Those numbers are the very real result of years of neglecting myself.

I waited until nearly 8am to eat breakfast, because the earlier I start, the more I eat through the day. Had Fiber One cereal, mixed berries, skim milk. I've done my little walk 2x so far, and the leg lifts once.

Well, that's it for now...I'm thinking those darned numbers are bringing me down, because I'm wanting to crawl back into bed right now, which historically has been my way of 'coping' with sadness...well, that, and eating. Maybe I'll fight it, not sure.