Sarah Gone Wild

So, I finally did some minor grocery shopping last night and guess what I found in the bags when I got home? A few ounces of willpower and small serving of motivation. Bonus.

T’s new job came with a 45-minute commute each way, so I almost always beat him home. I decided I was going to make dinner and I wanted to try adding some form of vegetable to the baked pasta I like to make. Ideally, I would have also used whole wheat penne, but, alas, Mr. T pities the fool who feeds him whole wheat anything. I already had pasta and a jar of sauce (haven’t quite had the nerve to make my own yet), but  no veggies that would work, so I headed to the store. I picked up a zucchini (yes, one – baby steps, people!) and then grabbed some other fruits and veggies to have on hand as well. I also pick up some turkey brats (I have a weakness for brats, so turkey makes them better, right?) and Healthy Life buns, plus some other odds and ends, and grabbed a bag of 2% Italian cheese. Then I remembered that T also asked for…garlic bread. *Sigh* Oh, how I love garlic bread. I didn’t want to disappoint him, so I grabbed a box of premade bread (thinking that I could portion control better that way then with a fresh loaf) and headed home.

I sauteed the zucchini with a little olive oil (or EVOO for the Rachel Ray fans), garlic and Italian seasoning and tossed it in with the penne and sauce. Then I put it in a casserole dish and topped it with cheese, stuck it in the oven and turned to face the bread. It was go time. Know what I did? I grilled up two pieces, slapped them on T’s plate and proceeded to eat one serving of the pasta. That’s right, no bread, no seconds. Where the hell did that come from?

And you know what else I did last night? Cleaned the kitchen, did a load of laundry and…wait for it…watched the last 30 minutes of Heroes while workin’ it on the elliptical. My reward? For the first time in months, the scale went down. Granted, only a half pound, but 216.5 is a hell of a lot better than 217-218.5, which is where I’ve been stuck. It’s progress, folks. And that half pound was enough to show me that resisting temptation and doing a little work can actually pay off. It might seem crazy, but I feel a little less jiggly today.

I’m going to buy a new maxi dress after the first ten pounds. And then some new shoes after the next ten pounds after that. And when I lose 30, I’m going to get more ink. And when I hit goal, I’m going to get a lot more ink. I feel pretty good. Maybe the medicine is working after all. Don’t get me wrong, I still feel like a total ogre, but there’s just something about feeling in control that makes everything a bit brighter. I hope I can continue this and make it a real change. Since I can’t think of anything luckier than a unicorn, I’ll leave you with these…

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