Weight Change: Lost 5 pounds
New Mood: Not As Grumpy 🙂
Well… what a week! Things have been busy around here and at work. I was fairly optimistic that if I was busy at work then I wouldn’t have time to think about not being able to eat sugar. I was wrong. In fact, I was VERY wrong.
By the end of the first day I was grumpy because I can’t drink my coffee black, so I was trying to drink tea with honey instead (I’ve never really cared for honey). By the end of the second day I was completely sick of water and tea. By the end of day three I was in tears. My poor husband! He deserves a huge award for dealing with me and my craziness sometimes. He may be spoiled, but there are times that he really does earn the spoiling.
My personality is one that I like to begin projects, but I have a hard time finishing them. This diet is no exception. Like I said, by Tuesday I was done with it. It had been a rough day at work so when I got home and smelled Jay’s coffee, I broke down. All that I wanted was a tall cup of coffee with my usual amount of sugar in it. Actually, I would have settled for just a tablespoon of sugar in my 20 oz coffee cup. At work that day a lady who had been diagnosed last year with Celiac disease brought me in a gluten free brownie to try. I had helped her a lot with the diet and gave her copies of magazines that I no longer needed and so she wanted to pay me back. Those brownies are now in the freezer… waiting…
Jay loves me and doesn’t like to see me upset, so he was doing his best to be supportive. But it was a losing battle because how do you reason with a sugar-deprived, PMS’ing wife? He did a very good job in at least getting me to smile so that helped me a lot. The next morning I fired off an email to my friend and asked her for help. She came to my aide and got me back on the track of somewhat-happiness.
To be completely honest, the only reason why I didn’t cave in and have my sweetened coffee was because I had already posted on here about the diet and I didn’t want to have to tell you that I had cheated. So I persevered and kept going.
What I hate the most about this diet is that I can’t be as lazy as I would like to be when it comes to getting something to eat. On Sundays, between masses, I would often just grab a bowl of my Chex cereal and eat that before running out the door. Or some nights I might throw tater tots in the oven and just have those. I can’t do that as neither Chex nor tater tots are on my approved list right now. So my kitchen has been a disaster all week; dirty dishes piling up even more quickly, and the stove constantly covered with at least one pot and pan. And if I haven’t mentioned before, I HATE to cook! Actually, it’s not so much the cooking as it is the figuring out what to make. I told Jay that he doesn’t have to eat like I do, so if I make something ‘normal’ for him, I’m making something else for myself.
Friday night I made beef and gravy over noodles for Jay. For myself I made some mixed veggies (no corn, just lots of zucchini, cauliflower and green beans), then I simmered some diced tomatoes with tomato sauce and mixed it all together with a bit of the beef that I had put aside for me before adding the gravy for Jay’s meal. I wasn’t sure what it would taste like, but at this point I was just looking for ‘gut fill,’ as my dad would say. I was shocked! I really enjoyed it! So much that I had a second helping. Now, if you know me well enough you know how much I love my pasta and tomato sauce. Even though it’s gluten free pasta, it still is one of my go-to dinners. Well, I hate to admit this but I told Jay that the concoction I had made that night satisfied me as much as a bowl of spaghetti! The best part was that I didn’t feel any guilt at all for having a second helping. Usually I do because I know how many extra calories are in the gluten free pasta, and I know that it’s going to go right to my hips. Not this time!
When I got on the scale this morning I dreaded to see where the needle was going to stop. The way that my luck usually runs is that I would have gained 5 pounds instead of losing it. I really needed to see that needle move in the downward direction. In order to keep going on this diet it was the motivation that I was seeking. It was only five pounds, but I’ll take it!
One week down… three more to go…