Yesterday morning as I stumbled down
the hallway toward the bathroom, my sister ran up to me, “Tomorrow is Cardboard Diet! Time to weigh in!” My sister is psycho, by the way. She’s been waking up at like 5:30 each morning to go to the gym before work. By the time I get up, she’s back, showered, peppy, and making breakfast. Not my cup of tea. “You always look miserable in the mornings, Chelsea.” BECAUSE I AM. Waking up is my least favorite activity EVER.
Anyways, I weighed myself. I lost a pound this week, bringing my total weight loss to 6 pounds.
“You suck. You know that everyone who reads your CBDiet posts hates you, right?”
“Yeah, I know.”
“YOU DON’T EVEN WORK OUT.”
“I know. It’s very weird.”
For all of you who hate me, I’m sorry. My size doesn’t seem to have changed and I don’t feel any more comfortable in my body than I did 6 pounds ago. I’m not sure if that makes you hate me less, but it’s the truth.
Last night I made this cheesy chicken casserole for dinner. It had cream of chicken, sour cream, cheese, white rice, Doritos, salsa, and chicken in it. It was the worst thing I’ve eaten in a while (besides that creasy burger I ate in San Antonio, but we all know that vacation calories really don’t count) but it was SO good. My other splurge is Snapple’s Diet Raspberry Tea. That’s more of a financial splurge than a calorie splurge… though each time I drink it, that’s less water than I’m drinking.
I have nothing to be proud of. Well, I’m losing weight and that’s obviously something. In general, my eating habits are better. I don’t snack on junk, I make smart choices when I do eat out, and I have been making healthy dinners. I’m proud of that. I feel good feeding my family food that is good for them.
Buy a bag of veggie straws. Snack on those. They aren’t bad for you and they give you a satisfying crunch.
I’m sharing this photo because Molly and I look so skinny in it.