Loosing weight, when you have carried it as long as I have is hard freaking work. No one really cares if you do or don't. Note to self: hubby cares very much but with a great wisdom (not common in the male of the species) keeps his mouth shut. The only one that I am accountable to is myself. I find myself wanting ice cream and cold juices and soda. Knowing that I can have a bit of ice cream or sherbet, some frozen fruit is making me happy at this time. I am staying away from soda. Coke products are my nemesis. It is heard. So what do I do? Drink my water, read, and write. Oh and I put parental controls on my Warcraft account.
You can ask why and you'd be right to wonder. Why does a sixty + year old woman put parental controls on of all things a freaking Warcraft account? Cause my husband likes to play and it's something, besides books and food we can share. I digress, I ramble, yes I know. I get too involved with the game. The graphics are awesome, the dungeons and quests are fun, and we run a guild with some really cool people, of which I am probably close to being the oldest. Though one of our guild owners is probably pushing a close second. When I start dreaming about it, like all things, it's time to ease back.
My novel is stalled cause I just don't feel like writing lately. I have read at least fifteen new books (new to me) in June, maybe more. That much I am sure of. All of this keeps me sitting on my ass. Bad thing SOA, very bad. So I limit my playing but not the reading or writing; if I feel so inclined.
August, what to aim for in August. I do NOT want to loose weight so fast it jumps back on me, so I have to be careful. At the currant rate I should be able to be 230 or a little less on August 1st. I'll take what ever I can get.
Fourth of July should be interesting. I got a nice t-bone Him can grill and some corn and squash. I have found I don't really have to eliminate anything, if I remember to eat small potions (not restaurant sized). So we grill one steak and I eat about a third and He eats the rest. I can have a baked potato, though I stay away from fries. Like Coke, they are my nemesis.
We are in for another full week of 90+ temps and the fires sometimes worry me. You go to bed and wake up every day with the smell and smoke lingering in the air. There is nothing to do for it, but to wait mother nature out. Drink lots, lots, and lots of water. I dehydrate a lot quicker and if I am not careful, I get muscle spasms in my legs...hello charlie horse. Pain, pain, and pain. Drink the damn water, walk when I can and take the camera everywhere.
Loosing weight, learning to live with just me and him. Re-evaluating my cooking and eating habits, (hard on a native born Florida cracker); all in all.....live is good.
