Today started out good, but slowly moved into a downward spiral of tummy aches and crankiness. I am honestly not sure at which point I began moving into bad energy, but the whole family was with me - along with all of the babies in Target - I swear they were crying in unison. Was it a full moon or what?
As I got to thinking about it, I suspect we are just making up for all of the running we did earlier in the week. Our minds and our bodies hit the wall, so to speak and forced us all back home to rest. Once home from being out running errands we went for a little walk to burn off the bad energy into the fresh air - that was great and I was feeling good again until I walked in the door to find Captain had helped himself to the garbage. This was no ordinary garbage - it was full of fruit rinds and raw eggs and he spread it evenly across the entire kitchen floor, bless his rotten little heart.
When I found him hiding outside (as he had let himself in through the screen door to make the mess and promptly showed himself out when I returned) I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to do with him, but it was gonna be bad. That is when I noticed he had also found some mud to roll around in and was COVERED head to toe in it. As we stared each other down I swear he could read my mind and stayed just out of my reach. I retreated, defeated, but vowing vengeance and mumbling several obscenities as I walked into the house to clean his mess.
While cleaning I heard the screen door open and barked at who I thought was Captain, but as I turned around I saw it was Charlie. I apologized for yelling at her and asked what she was doing outside. She replied, "I was having a talk with Captain." So I asked what they were talking about and she said, "I told him he was very naughty and he shouldn't do that again, and he apologized mommy, he wants to stay here with our family and not go live with another one." Her cute little voice softened my heart and reminded me that we all make mistakes sometimes. "So we should forgive him?" I said, and she said "yeah, he is the best doggie in the world mama".
After that I was even more exhausted, we all were. Joe and I rushed the kids into bed and collapsed on the couch, and I started craving potato chips and cookies. I never really believed I was an emotional eater until that moment. I needed a dopamine rush and my belly knew sweets and carbs are the fast track. This was my first real craving since starting this eating plan, and I survived it. I created a healthy rice chocolate concoction, brushed my teeth, and settled in to watch a movie instead of giving in. Time to meet my bed for a long overdue date my friends - goodnight.
Meals:
As I got to thinking about it, I suspect we are just making up for all of the running we did earlier in the week. Our minds and our bodies hit the wall, so to speak and forced us all back home to rest. Once home from being out running errands we went for a little walk to burn off the bad energy into the fresh air - that was great and I was feeling good again until I walked in the door to find Captain had helped himself to the garbage. This was no ordinary garbage - it was full of fruit rinds and raw eggs and he spread it evenly across the entire kitchen floor, bless his rotten little heart.
When I found him hiding outside (as he had let himself in through the screen door to make the mess and promptly showed himself out when I returned) I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to do with him, but it was gonna be bad. That is when I noticed he had also found some mud to roll around in and was COVERED head to toe in it. As we stared each other down I swear he could read my mind and stayed just out of my reach. I retreated, defeated, but vowing vengeance and mumbling several obscenities as I walked into the house to clean his mess.
While cleaning I heard the screen door open and barked at who I thought was Captain, but as I turned around I saw it was Charlie. I apologized for yelling at her and asked what she was doing outside. She replied, "I was having a talk with Captain." So I asked what they were talking about and she said, "I told him he was very naughty and he shouldn't do that again, and he apologized mommy, he wants to stay here with our family and not go live with another one." Her cute little voice softened my heart and reminded me that we all make mistakes sometimes. "So we should forgive him?" I said, and she said "yeah, he is the best doggie in the world mama".
After that I was even more exhausted, we all were. Joe and I rushed the kids into bed and collapsed on the couch, and I started craving potato chips and cookies. I never really believed I was an emotional eater until that moment. I needed a dopamine rush and my belly knew sweets and carbs are the fast track. This was my first real craving since starting this eating plan, and I survived it. I created a healthy rice chocolate concoction, brushed my teeth, and settled in to watch a movie instead of giving in. Time to meet my bed for a long overdue date my friends - goodnight.
Meals:
Breakfast- Coffee w/coconut milk creamer, rice puffs, coconut milk, agave, and a plum.
Snack- Green smoothie
Lunch- California rolls (2), salad with ginger dressing.
Snack- french fries
Lunch- California rolls (2), salad with ginger dressing.
Snack- french fries
Dinner- Eggs, rice, rice cheese.
Snack- Rice with coconut milk, agave, and coco powder (I was desperate for a treat!)
Water Intake-50oz
Water Intake-50oz
Supplements: L-lyosine, fish oil, D3, Probiotic, antifungal, multivitamin, kelp caps, cal-mag citrate, thyrisol.
Energy levels:
Energy levels:
Morning- High
Afternoon- Low
Evening- Low
Exercise: Walking downtown.
Mood: Kinda cranky.
Exercise: Walking downtown.
Mood: Kinda cranky.
Changes: Stomachache.
Watch for stomach issues from beans if youre anything like me, i cant eat them (pinto and black beans mostly) horrible side effects.... ugh
ReplyDeletealso forgot to mention the ingredients olestra and malitol. olestra is a fake fat found in reduced fat chips, malitol is a sugar alcohol in sugar free chocholate. usually found in atkins bars. they will mess you up! gas, diarreah... not fun!
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