“Y’know it’s hard to stay alive when there’s so much living to do…”

It’s been a bit of an exhausting week, and it’s not over yet. We’ve got tax stuff to get out ASAP, on top of end of the month stuff. It’s been a little hectic, to say the least.

Each year, the bank has health professionals come in and do assessments on employees to gauge how healthy we are as a company. It’s just a basic cholesterol/blood pressure/glucose screening, and you have the option of doing a 3-minute step test to check your heart rate. If you’ve done the health assessments in the past, you can review your results from year-to-year. This year was rather depressing, as I have put on almost all the weight I lost when I was on Weight Watchers last year. And my body fat percentage has also gone up. Ugh.

And I know it’s my own fault. I got complacent, and when I couldn’t bust through my plateau, I gave up. I quit. And part of it is that while I’ve identified some of the reasons why I eat for reasons other than physical hunger, I still have something that I need to work out that’s preventing me from moving forward. Without getting too personal on the blog (that’s what my paper journal is for), I have a good idea of what it is. I just need to figure out how to deal with it.

There is also my struggle with eating healthier. Anyone who reads this blog knows that I eschew vegetables. With few exceptions, I dislike them. Fruit & I are friends, but it’s hard to get good fruit when you only have about 3 months out of the year that are decent (unless of course, you don’t care about your carbon footprint, etc.). Okay, that’s an excuse. I know that. I have fruits I like a lot–Berries (although I’m not that fond of blueberries), grapes, citrus (I have probably 10 grapefruit in the fridge at the moment), apples & pears (although they’re more in the okay category), and pineapple (I’m never sure if that counts as citrus or not). I absolutely despise melon of any kind, and while I have eaten bananas that the bambino has insisted on sharing with me, I don’t care for them at all. Vegetables are another story, though, and probably a large reason why my diet is crap, and why I’m overweight. I don’t eat nearly enough of them. And part of it is that for better or worse, I grew up around picky eaters. My grandma used to tease me about the fact that I was just as picky of an eater as my mom, although in my mom’s defense, she’ll at least eat peas. I refuse, something my father-in-law likes to give me grief about now. I have, however, discovered that green beans really aren’t that bad. And while I’m still kind of using almonds as a crutch & preparing the beans with them, at least I’m eating them more often. And by that, I mean I think I’ve made them 3 times at home, and eaten some while out with friends. That’s a lot for me.

But enough about all that. I could go into my lack of exercising, which is another huge part of the problem, but I think I’m done griping for now. Last night, after taking enough time to wallow and feel sorry for myself, I did the one thing that always helps me feel better. I cooked.


Spaghetti with meat sauce.


In a perfect world, I would buy imported Parmigiano-Reggiano, and grate it myself at home. Instead, I buy what’s available (or in this case, what I can afford):


I’m still trying to get away from stuff that contains ingredients that I can’t pronounce. Still, the bambino likes this stuff, and it’s better than just plain spaghetti (although that’s not bad in & of itself).


I sliced up more of this stuff. Sorry Hy-Vee, but I didn’t care for this bread at all. Still, I’m not wasting it.


And it really wasn’t that bad dipped in the tomato sauce. It kind of helped kill the overwhelming taste of rosemary. Afterwards, I fixed myself a bowl of ice cream:


It’s a lot less than I usually have. I was doing fine and was comfortably satiated after that…Until Jay decided to fix himself a French bread pizza. For whatever reason, I felt the need for Cheez-Its, so I got myself a small bowl of them. There’s another one of my issues–Snacking after dinner. Ah, well.

I didn’t bother cooking this evening. We just picked up some sesame chicken from Hy-Vee, since we had to pick up overnight diapers for the bambino. I’m pretty proud that after only 2 weeks, for the most part, he’s got the hang of the whole potty-training thing. At least during the day, anyway. I’m drained physically and emotionally, and I’ve got a busy weekend ahead. We’re planning on making another visit to the Children’s Museum either Saturday or Sunday. At work, we’re having a bake sale on Monday, and it’s a friendly competition between two of our branches…And I’m tired of working at the losing branch! So I decided I’m going to bring the following:

Everyone at work I’ve told about my list of goodies is rather excited, and I’ve had a couple people even say that I don’t need to bother putting my stuff out for the bake sale since they’ll be happy to take it off my hands! I just hope I haven’t shot my mouth off too much, and I get this all done. I might go ahead and bake the bread tomorrow night, after work. The rest will be easy enough to finish before Monday.

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