...aside from the fact that I seem to be coming down with a chest cold of sorts. I've been pumping the Airborne/Emergen-C/hot tea/ibuprofen and crossing my fingers. I don't want to have the swine flu.
So, imagine my surprise when I stepped on the scale today to discover I've lost three pounds! I'm pretty sure it's a New Years miracle, but I'll take it!
Day two, sugar-free. I'm not gonna lie, I've thought about cookies more than I'm entirely comfortable with, but I have withstood the relentless nagging of my own brain for a sugar shot. I'm looking forward to the day, two or three weeks down the line, when I don't think about Little Debbie peanut butter bars. Or a waffle cone full of pralines and cream. Or my archnemesis, Ferrera Rocher. God, I love those chocolate covered macadamia nuts. But I digress.
For breakfast, coffee with skim milk, and celery, radish and cucumber with roasted garlic hummus. Weird, I know, but I'm a non-traditional breakfast eater. For lunch, I had a Subway tuna sammich, and a big of Baked Lays. For snack, a handful of raw pecans. For dinner, spinach/feta frittata, roasted carrot/cumin puree with raisins, and LeSeur very early baby young peas.
Sparkpeople.com tells me I'm 10 grams of fat over for the day, and 14 grams of protein under, but that I came in at 1265 calories. I'm happy with that. I'm not even entirely sure that the fat content is right, because they didn't have the right brand of hummus in their database, and I'm not sold on hummus having that much fat. And even if it does, I'm comfortable with it. It's hummus, for crying out loud.
After my surgery, I wasn't counting calories. All I did to lose 95 pounds was to cut out all processed sugar and high fructose corn syrup, all carbonated beverages, and alcohol. I can do it again. I am doing it.
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