No, I’m not talking about my lack of batting prowess when it comes to softball … although that’s pretty much what happens every time I go up to bat.
This time, I’m referring to kitchen misses. Sometimes, a recipe just doesn’t turn out like you hoped.
I made it with pumpkin instead of squash, since I had some pumpkin in the fridge that I needed to use up. And I used three whole eggs instead of 1 egg and two egg whites. (Whole eggs are more nutritious, right?)
I wanted to like the breakfast scramble, really I did. After all, I tend to like most of Tina’s recipes. Those Paleo Morning Glory Muffins are to die for.
And the taste was fine — slightly sweet and cinnamon-y … almost like a pumpkin bread pudding. I think it was the texture that bothered me. No matter how long I cooked it, it remained a somewhat soggy mass. I’m not a big fan of mushy food … unless, of course, it’s mashed potatoes and gravy or Stove Top Stuffing (but that’s a whole other issue).
Breakfast was only part of the first day of my new, healthier, paleo lifestyle.
It’s more than I did all last week, so I guess I will call it a workout. I covered 1.3 miles in 23 minutes — none of them at a jog. I was panting just walking, so a run felt ill-advised.
Amazing how quickly you lose all the progress you’ve built up when you take a few days off. And I don’t mean that in a good way. Amazingly awful is more like it.
I stuck to my eating plan all day. At Starbucks, I got a giant iced tea, unsweetened.
Lunch was some deli chicken and roasted sweet potato wedges, followed shortly thereafter by a pear. Dinner was “spaghetti” — squash topped with seasoned ground turkey and tomato sauce. I devoured it before I remembered I was supposed to take its photo. After work, I snacked on a handful of walnuts and a little dark chocolate.
My food journal collage:
One thing I know for sure: Avoiding the scale doesn’t work for me.
We had our health screening at work Monday afternoon. The scale put me at close to 230, which I complained was WAY off. Last time I weighed myself, I was at 212, so my complaint was justified, right?
Not so much. Apparently two weekends of eating with abandon undid all the weight-loss progress I’ve made since April. When I checked my home scale Tuesday morning, it told me I was at 228.
Some of it’s probably water weight … but not all of it.
It’s just another sign that I have to check my weight regularly, because when I don’t, it’s too easy to fool myself into believing I haven’t been eating that badly. Obviously, that’s not the case. You don’t gain 16 pounds in two weeks without blowing it big-time.
Needless to say, I did not make a BMI of 29.9 — even though the screener gave me an extra inch of height. Inexplicably, she put me at 5’11”.
The good news is I have months to rectify the situation. The re-check will be in fall 2013 … and all that’s necessary is to have lost 10% of my body weight. I plan to have lost much more than that, though. I hope to be at my goal weight by then.
160. 160. 160. In one of my Weight Watchers meetings, our leader said leaving sticky notes all over the place with a goal weight written on them helped one person lose.
It’s worth a shot, right?