- Yesterday was the home inspection. A few things came up that we’ll be taking back to the seller for repairs (or for an allowance on their part for us to have them done). I’ve been a big, giant ball of stress for days. But there’s nothing major wrong with the house–it is, in fact, solidly and very well built. I’m no longer too worried about someone coming to buy it out from under us, though it could still happen. I’ve learned that more people are like my mother, who said it was horrible, and don’t see the amazing potential of this house and property.
- I have written this week. M: 367, T: 663, W: 188, T: 0, I was having a nervous break down, F: 816, S: 253. That only works out to an average of 381 on the days that I wrote, which is way under my goal of 750 words a day. I’m thinking it’s time for a goal change. I’m having a hard time focusing with everything going on, so I’m falling back to my comfortable old goal of 500 words a day. And if not that, at least SOMETHING every day. Perpetual forward motion, even if it’s slow, still adds up.
- Regarding Operation G.I.T…. It’s been a month since I got up the guts to weigh. I was up quite a bit then and then had my big foodie vacation and waited a couple of weeks to try to debloat and drop a little, get back into a routine, and then wait for the side effects of the monthly girl curse to pass. Weighed this morning. OUCH. Even higher and back into the next tens. I’m up 8.5 pounds since November. I calculated it…this is the end result of eating an average of only 200 more calories a day. Seriously? How much does that suck? 200 calories a day isn’t even a good dessert. 200 calories a day works out to 1400 calories extra a week, which I can wipe out without even trying in ONE MEAL OUT.
GUH.So priority one this week is to get serious again about weighing and measuring everything that goes in my mouth and tracking it (I’ve been really good up through afternoon snack and then I slack off at dinner…no more). Back to daily weighing to keep track. Need to change up my workouts some more, as I think my body’s gotten really used to what I’ve been doing and I’m burning fewer calories. I know how to do this. I’ve done it before. I just have to DO IT. And somehow turn myself into a stress exerciser instead of a stress eater. On that note, I’m off to burn some calories.