To help compensate for my recent change of work routine (sitting vs running), I have throttled back on my carb consumption. I am a carbohydrate addict… more specifically, a bread addict… a Brownberry Oatnut addict. I was eating about 3-4 slices a night. I know that might not sound like a big deal, but add that up, nite after nite – late at nite – plus, the act of doing it… against promises to myself, not in control, stuff like that, it was a big deal. For me. Not to mention, even though the nutritional value is not bad, there are still calories that add up, and calories = lbs = weight. Which brings me back to the sitting vs running.
I need to exercise more. My key-typing fingers are fine, it’s the rest of me that is getting fat. I have gained 20 lbs in the last year or so (whoops, can’t use the job change for an excuse, can I?), but I predict a growth if I don’t change my routine. You heard it here folks. Gee, maybe I could turn this into a “my weight-loss-diary” kind o’ blog, and post lovely progress pho-tos… mmm, no. Although I must say, personally, I enjoy looking at before and after pics when I need a little motivation once in awhile…. ANYway, that’s not gonna happen here.
So I started eating my sugar-free popsicles again. I ate them a-l-l-l the time a couple of years ago, hence the popsicle eating kittykitty. They’re perfect when I get a sweet attack. Problem is, and I remember it now, is that my innards seem to have a problem with the Splenda if I consume too much… it bubbles and rumbles all over the place. So I think moderation is the key even with the popsicles.
Shoot. It’s 0700 already. I got up at 0500 so I could get an early start with work, and I’ve putzed around all morning so far. dagnabbit. Hey, did Philly win? OH, that’s right, rained out. I think it was on purpose. Yup, a pre-arrangement with Mother Nature and the TV station… gotta keep the World Series on, more money more money. Geesh, I gotta GO! xoxo
Jim came in the house and noticed something flopping out of her mouth, so he reached in and pulled out a long, black, nylon sock of his dads – it was already half-way down her throat. We looked around for the other one and never found it so we assumed she had already eaten it. After double checking with our vet, we just sat it out, waiting for it to appear out of the other end, or for any change in her eating or drinking behavior… or anything out of the ordinary.