Scowl am I today.
I got on the scale and the number it decided to tell me was the exactly same one as the number a week ago. And I am bitter, as I was certain that it would be something ever so slightly nicer and that I would be pleased and encouraged and that it would be a secret good feeling that I’d get to carry around.
It wasn’t a perfect week, but it seemed like it coulda been a pretty good one. I did four of my Couch to 5K runs. My work day eating was pretty darned close to perfect. There were some transgressions over the weekend time, but still… I was convinced that it would balance out in my favor.
Granted, I don’t actually count calories properly, so some of what I’m doing is just guessing. I know that I’ve been eating 200 calories worth of cereal and milk in the morning, but I also put a few walnuts and blueberries on that. A serving of walnuts could have another 200 calories, but I’m definitely have a lot less than that. But is it a quarter of a serving? A tenth? Shrug. I dunno. And I guess I’m just not at a point of caring that much.
So this week I’m still going to eat my walnuts and not worry about them, but how about I don’t eat 2 hamburgers in one go while tailgating? How bout that Margaret? Scoff.