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It's 1:20 in the afternoon my time, and I FINALLY remembered that I need to eat.
Last night didn't go so well, because the Guy and I broke down and ordered a Papa John's thin crust Garden Veggie special pizza, large (because that's the smallest size our Papa Johns will make them now) and we each ate half. Easily. Even me. I guess I could have stopped half-way through slice three, but I just...I couldn't. It was so good!
And of course, the rest of the evening was spent farting because the ole gut is NOT into processing processed flours, I guess. It was a pretty immediate thing, so feedback from the body is pretty clear. I really really can't eat those items (breads, pastas, rices, pastries and *sobs* cake) as much as I used to, if at all. Especially if I don't want to contribute to global warming like the rest of the cattle on earth. Moo!
The stalling on the scale wasn't great, either. It wasn't only the pizza, of course, but it's the first morning where my weight has actually *gone up*, and no, am not recording it-or if I do, it's going to be with a note.
Tonight Mermaid goes to a birthday party for one of her friends at a fantastic pizza place that wood-cooks their pizzas, and those pizzas are *amazing*. It's not just the wood stove. Their sauce and their cheese and all the garlic in the crust is heavenly. I don't know if I need to stay (I'll ask the other mom when I get there). But I'd better have some sort of back-up.
*note: I realize you're not "supposed" to weigh yourself everyday, but I can't resist, even though I know it's not a great indicator, and can contribute to ...I dunno, obsession is the word I'm looking for. And it's not all the weight, either. I need to tone up those flabby muscles.
Last night didn't go so well, because the Guy and I broke down and ordered a Papa John's thin crust Garden Veggie special pizza, large (because that's the smallest size our Papa Johns will make them now) and we each ate half. Easily. Even me. I guess I could have stopped half-way through slice three, but I just...I couldn't. It was so good!
And of course, the rest of the evening was spent farting because the ole gut is NOT into processing processed flours, I guess. It was a pretty immediate thing, so feedback from the body is pretty clear. I really really can't eat those items (breads, pastas, rices, pastries and *sobs* cake) as much as I used to, if at all. Especially if I don't want to contribute to global warming like the rest of the cattle on earth. Moo!
The stalling on the scale wasn't great, either. It wasn't only the pizza, of course, but it's the first morning where my weight has actually *gone up*, and no, am not recording it-or if I do, it's going to be with a note.
Tonight Mermaid goes to a birthday party for one of her friends at a fantastic pizza place that wood-cooks their pizzas, and those pizzas are *amazing*. It's not just the wood stove. Their sauce and their cheese and all the garlic in the crust is heavenly. I don't know if I need to stay (I'll ask the other mom when I get there). But I'd better have some sort of back-up.
*note: I realize you're not "supposed" to weigh yourself everyday, but I can't resist, even though I know it's not a great indicator, and can contribute to ...I dunno, obsession is the word I'm looking for. And it's not all the weight, either. I need to tone up those flabby muscles.
