Not poo like that. Poo like "total bummer, dude".
I gained a half a pound last week. After weighing myself multiple times, I came downstairs in a total state of woe. My husband looks at me and asked what was wrong. I dramatically recounted to him my painful and disappointing encounter with the scale in all it's evilness.
He chuckled at me and said, "Jenn, you've been more active the last two weeks than you have been in months. You probably put on muscle." Well, I wasn't about to believe that for an instant. Muscle schmuscle.
"No. That can't be it. I don't know what I did wrong!" I whined to him.
Again, he chuckled at me.
I know he's probably right but I want to see positive numbers on the scale! It's a total mind game we plumpies play with the scale. We know full well that we aren't supposed to measure success only by that stinkin' scale number but, also by how we feel, and how our pants fit, blah, blah, blah. Still, I play that mind game with the scale. Odd though...I'm losing a game with an inanimate object devoid of any life, soul or brain. How can I be on the short end of that stick?
On a positive note, my pants do fit better, my energy level is up and I'm sleeping less. I'm unsure if that last positive side effect is really positive; I love sleeping! I love our bed, I love snuggling under the covers (as long as I'm not stuck in a dutch oven because of my husband) and I love defying the sun by sleeping in! But, I am much more awake in the morning when I go to the gym. I am going even on the mornings which follow a night with a later-than-desirable bed time. All in all, I know I'm headed down the right track and I need to stop with the scale mind games as it is only a self-depreciating process.
I made another batch of applesauce this weekend thanks to a generous donation of apples. About 12-5 small apples with skins on, diced. One cinnamon stick, one cup of water and two tablespoons of brown sugar. Cook on low for 6-8 hours and mash with a potato masher!
The finished product looks a little questionable but it is delicious!! And healthy!
I also made this completely wonderfully scrumptious (holy crap was it good) delight of a low-fat pumpkin mousse! When my husband tried it, I think his eyes rolled back into his head as he "had a moment" with the delicious yet healthy dessert!
http://www.fitsugar.com/Light-Recipe-Pumpkin-Cheesecake-Mousse-20378866
The adventures and ordeals of slimming down as told by Jenn, (that's me...the plump girl)
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