I’m generally pretty exhausted due to yesterday being, overall, hellish.
So, weight was at 219.4 lbs today, and my waist was at 34.5 inches. I wasn’t able to get to the grocery yesterday, which meant that I ended up having to have my salad for today at dinner instead of lunch, but I think it turned out pretty well:
Kale, carrots, tomatoes, turkey ham, a bit of hard boiled egg, and some blue cheese dressing.
It was surprisedly good, so good I’d actually consider eating it for breakfast if I was ever hungry in the morning.
That’s all for now.
Apparently my phone thought it would be hilarious to not save any of the 3-5 pictures that I took of my salad before I dove in and gagged it down. So, I give you a picture of a finished kale salad, with carrots, tomatoes, and ranch dressing, with three empty fun size candy bars, and green tea.
Anyway, my weight was at 219.8 this morning, and my waist was at 34.5″.
What really surprised me was that when I got to school, after work, I actually wanted a Caesar salad. It’s not like I was craving it, but it was more appealing than the pudding parfaits that the salads sit next to in the display case. This is something that virtually *never* happens in my world, especially when stress is high. If anything when I’m under stress I either don’t eat, or I inhale everything with high fructose corn syrup for a three mile radius.(My stress/frustration/anxiety level was pretty much at an eight before class, and was at about a ten as of twenty minutes ago.)
Of course, I did succumb to the cheese bread sticks along with the salad… but also opted for water. Anyone who even barely knows me knows that I usually can’t get through a school night without something caffeinated.
We’ll see of this is a fluke, or if it sticks, regardless, I’m intrigued.
More kale in a bowl, with carrots, tomatoes and, thank the salad gods, ranch dressing, which, may be made by divine, mildly obese angels, somewhere in salad heaven, probably because they know the pain my taste buds are in.
Seriously, if kale didn’t didn’t resist spoilage so well, I would have put what I have down the disposal, and laughed manically in a fit of liberation from its bitter entanglement.
ANYWAY, 222.4 lbs on the scale today, and 35″ on my waist. Which, while slightly cringe worthy in my opinion, isn’t terribly bad considering that I’m still retaining magnificent amounts of water weight, and I ate roughly half a gallon of Death by Chocolate ice cream over the weekend (instead of candy), because Halloween.
Aside from that, I haven’t noticed any particular changes, but, I’m expecting that I’m still anywhere from a few weeks to a few months from that, if I happen to notice any changes at all.
In a whiles, Crocodiles.
I seriously never know where my weekends go. I mostly slept, avoided bathing, and played some delightfully modded Minecraft with my gaming buddies. I ate salad, some ice cream, and avoided weighing myself in favor of staying in bed and trying to get more sleep.
So, no weights, etc. but, here’s Saturday and Sunday’s salads.
Anyway, after a week of this, I’m convinced that given my forethought and planning, that the blog could have been named “365 Bowls of Kale.”
Aside from that, I have no further insight to bestow at this, the end of the first week of my journey.
Also, I tried to get a first week selfie in attempt to mark some sort of progress, and this was the best that I got:
There you go, half a unmakeuped face and a torso, because apparently it’s the only one that’s not blurry or an unintended boob shot without my face. Also, I dropped my phone about a million time while trying to get this.
This, this is exactly why I don’t play sports.
I was too tired last minute night to properly pack a lunch… and I accidentally slept longer than I should have this morning. So, I present to you kale, by itself, in a bowl.
Come to find out, kale by itself is a hellbeast of bitterness and chlorophyll, that when chewed has the type of flavor which somehow seems reminiscent of freshly cut lawn, and the smell you get when you drive past a cow pasture.
I can’t believe I’m self inflicting myself to this for a whole year. This was a horrible idea.
Right now I’m taking a few bites of kale, and then a bite of apple just so I can gag this down. Which is super fun, especially because I don’t really have an appetite to begin with. (If anything I’m feeling kind of queasy from cramps and the OTC med I take to try to ease them.)
This seriously would not be happening as a meal if I didn’t want to have junk food so badly tonight for dinner.
(I think pizza’s giving me super powers.)
Oh, and BTW. As while I was writing this, I was able to gag the whole thing down.
(Although, I feel like I need a pep talk now, or maybe a hug.)
Lunch today is another premade salad (thank goodness, because I have not had proper time to cook or chop veggies since I Monday). The dressing is crazy sour, like, the sourest thing that you can imagine times ten.
I’m not really a fan.
Next time, if I get this one, I may just throw some bacon bits in and some maple syrup for dressing. Heck, I’d even consider eating that combo for breakfast.
Anyway, my weight this morning was 220 exact, and my waist was at 35″. But I’m actually not surprised, as this is about the time when I start to feel like a bloatmonster, which means I have anywhere from 3-5 more days of this weight fluctuation junk to look forward too.
– A. E.
Sometimes Wednesdays get crazy for me. It turned out to be one of those Wednesdays. So, this is going to be extra short.
Weighed in at 217 lbs even and 34.5″ on my waist this morning. Which I was a bit surprised by because I had pizza and coffee last night for dinner, which turned out to be a horrible idea, because, well, I’ll explain later in another post.
Today’s salad was a store bought Caesar for lunch, which apparently didn’t come with dressing. 😦 (Which I was actually really looking forward to.)
Anyway, I finished it off with an apple… And then for dinner stopped and picked up a cheeseburger with fries and the large chocolate shake, because cramps and iron cravings started to hit me hard in the afternoon and I was so exhausted (and still am, because I didn’t get nearly enough sleep) anything that could even vaguely count as cooking simply wasn’t going to happen.