Head Up, Ignore the Food

It's only 9:25am and I've had an up and down kind of morning.

I had my weigh-in this morning, and I went up 1.4. Previously, I would have been devastated and blamed near everyone except myself. However, things have apparently changed. I exercised once this week, I drank beers at trivia night on Wednesday, I snacked every day (going over my points everyday, even though I told myself that "That one extra pretzel stick... okay, four extra pretzel sticks won't count")... but apparently, the pretzels did count. And I feel it today, in my clothes, when I took my rings off... I have a feeling that a certain amount of it is water weight (my sodium intake was higher this week than last) because there's really no way, with what I did eat, that I could have consumed 1.4 pounds of fat. Regardless, I held my head up high, accepted the fate, and came back to plan my week out.

We're having friends over for supper tonight, and I'm ready to face the day-- The Boy is grilling steaks, I'm making a delish parmesan spinach risotto from WW (if it turns out as good as I'm hoping it will, I'll post the results), and some kind of vegetable on the side. I'm determined to keep it healthy. There will for sure be drinks involved, but I am damned and determined to keep track of every single thing that I put in my body. De-ter-mined.

My biggest challenge this week will be what we have lined up. I'll be cooking tomorrow night (pork tenderloin in the crockpot someway) but then Monday The Boy will be out of town (I'm thinking a small little veggie stir-fry for myself), Tuesday night we're going to a Red Sox game, Wednesday night is trivia night (my current enemy), Thursday night is a breather, and Friday night is the night before WI again.

Plan of attack: Tuesday night, I will take my enormous water bottle in with me to the Red Sox game. I will plan on having three beers over the course of the night-- it's the first Red Sox game of the year, and I have to have beer. I am saving most of my points for this night (thank goodness it's early in the week), and will bust my bottom the rest of the week to make up for it. Wednesday night, I will NOT drink at the bar, because there's really no point and I never enjoy it, and I will either eat something beforehand, or eat a chicken salad at the bar. The end.

Meanwhile, I'm watching Julie & Julia (both names which I would so name a future daughter). I just love this movie. It's probably the third time I've seen it and I love it a little bit more every time. Like, laugh out loud kind of love it. Everything about this movie is just fabulous, plus Meryl is one of my favorite leading ladies ever. The end makes me tear up every darn single time.

Brian and I have kind of a big potential opportunity teasing at us right now, so I'm trying to just send big prayers out there that we'll be led to make the right choices and decisions about what's ahead of us. We're good and fine, no big changes there... just kind of a general life choice for the both of us. More to come when things either fall into place or fall apart... again, with the big choice, not with our relationship.

My family will be here for my graduation in less than a month, and I absolutely cannot wait. I'm just ready to see them and spend time with them and show them around. I also cannot believe that I'm going to walk across the stage at The Garden and graduate. It's slightly terrifying... big time.

It's a gross, rainy day here, but I have it all planned out. First it's a haircut for Brian, then I'm treating him to lunch and a movie (I'm thinking Date Night because I heart Tina Fey & Steve Carrell), then grocery shopping for dinner tonight, potentially a stop at Trader Joe's, then home to cook.

I have to get back in the swing of blogging. My posts have tended to be just a rundown of what's going on with me, which is due mainly to the fact that I don't post in forever, so I feel compelled to give a catch-up of what's been going on with me. I'll work on that.