Sarah Gone Wild

Posts Tagged ‘fun with fruit’

I have been so incredibly good lately (and it shows – the scale was down to 211.5 this morning), but I don’t feel as great as I had hoped. I’m drinking tons of water. Maybe not as much as I technically need, but far more than I used to drink. I pee all the damn time, but hey – that’s just a few more calories I burn walking to the bathroom, right? And I have consumed an incredible amount of fruit. Mr. T helped me cut up cantaloupe, honeydew, strawberries and 1/4 of a watermelon and I also added blackberries and grapes, so we have the biggest bowl of fruit salad in our fridge. (Next time, I’ll just stick with the melons.) But I have had two cups of fruit for breakfast yesterday and today, plus fruit as a snack. I mean, it’s only 1 point per cup, so I can eat until I’m full…but between that and the water, I feel all sloshy and weird. It’s not pleasant.

Another thing – my Wellbutrin got bumped up, but I don’t see a huge difference in that yet. I mean, I am CRABBY! Seriously. And I think it’s because I feel so deprived of yummy food. What can you expect when I’m surrounded by people eating CHOCOLATE PIE while I eat cantaloupe??? It’s so hard to say no to my favorite things, especially when T eats pizza rolls or taquitos in front of me. I would kill for some pizza. I have some Lean Gourmet pizza snacks to tide me over, so I’ll survive, but what I’d really like to do is eat a whole Tony’s pepperoni pizza (I prefer frozen pizza to chain pizza, I’m a freak). I skip the tortillas and buns and eat everything naked. T has actually been much better and more helpful – he’s eating more fruit and healthy stuff with me, so that definitely helps. And he tries to eat the bad stuff when I’m not around, which I really appreciate…but when I do see him eating something yummy, I get seriously jealous. How come he can say he wants to lose weight and wake up 5 pounds lighter, while I don’t eat anything greasy and then smell a cupcake and gain 5 pounds???? Frustrating!

One more thing I’ve discovered – WW and nuts don’t mix. I always read about how good it is to add nuts to a salad to add some good fat and crunch. I made a salad last night with romaine mix, grilled chicken breast, dried cranberries, pecans, MAYBE 1/8 cup 2% cheese and fat free Raspberry Pecan dressing (thanks to Schneiderdoodle and Mel for that inspired dinner!), but when I added up the points with the nuts, the fat grams threw the total up to ten. Ten damn points for a salad? I’ll be skipping the nuts from now on.

I’ve got a pretty good food routine down. I have 2 points of something for breakfast (fruit salad or Fiber One bar), 4-6 points of a low-fat frozen meal for lunch, a 1-2 point snack around 3:30 or 4 so I’m not ravenous when I get home, a meal with protein and no more than 10-12 points for dinner and a 1-2 point snack later on. I drink tons of water all day to keep me feeling full and I only have a caffeine-free diet soda on occassion (I just can’t give it up completely – I’m giving up too much other stuff!). I know I want to eat more in the evenings, so I plan my points accordingly. If I can have a bigger dinner, I know I’m more likely to stay satisfied and not have a stupid snack later. I get 27 points a day and I don’t think I use them all (even though I think I’m supposed to…I’m working on that. Going over scares me to death, even with the extra points you get each week).

Volleyball season has officially started, so I have a guaranteed hour of activity every Sunday, and I’ll be playing some Tuesdays as well. I’d play every single day if I could (anyone else play? Need another girl? I really like to play and I’m pretty decent!). When the weather is nice, I’ll walk the dog. When it’s rainy, I’ll either watch TV from the elliptical or the Total Gym, or I do a video. I think I’ve been convinced to get the 30 Day Shred DVD, so that would become my regular video instead of Turbo Jam. Not that I do something every single day. To be honest, I’m still adjusting to the reduction in calories, so I don’t have tons of energy and I don’t get motivated to work out. I’m getting there. A little bit each week is better than nothing, and I’ve already got 2 days of activity so far this week, so I’m okay with that. I’ll do something tonight, as long as my stomach cooperates. I’m not feeling so hot, really. I think it’s a combo of stress and the new diet.

And just to add a bit of the old me to the post – a rant. About babies. This weekend, we were out to dinner (I ate a salad while everyone around me had fries and soda and cheesy goodness) and I was already a smidge crabby (see previous parenthetical statement). I soon realize that the table directly behind us is host to several devil offspring of the fresh-from-the-womb variety…not only is one of them very unhappy, but it is directly behind me. Not only that, but the stupid asshole dad is holding the screaming miscreant over his shoulder, so the brunt of the screaming is aimed directly at my head. Holy shit, people. A) That’s a fucking loaded weapon – never aim it directly at another human! B) Take that crying shit outside or to the bathroom. Not everyone who came out to this public establishment came prepared to deal with that kind of banshee howling and our dinners should not be ruined because your little terror has a little bit of gas. C) I am going to make comments and jokes about it, loudly. I don’t care if it offends you, because that screaming thing pointed at me is offending me and ruining my family’s dinner together. Mr. T, you knew my stance on this topic when you married me, so don’t be so surprised at my comments and please don’t act embarrassed because they heard me and turned around. That was the plan. I wanted them to hear me. And you know what? It fucking worked because they took that thing outside until it calmed down. So please don’t reprimand me in front of my family. I know you think I was being rude and it was uncalled for, but that thing wasn’t screaming directly into YOUR ears, now was it? It wasn’t like the baby was a little fussy and I was overreacting. It was ridiculous and parents need to learn a little bit of respect for those around them when THEY choose to procreate and then take the resulting pissy mini-human out in public. Rant over.