Not A Good Day

It's one of those days when shit happens and I feel the weight on my shoulders. I'm feeling stressed.... Why, oh, why can't I get a break?

Day 81 did not go as planned, it was a fail. I am feeling like a LOSER. Kicking myself on why can't I just get this whole eating LCHF right. Not in the zone right now.

A good "Shake It OFF!" might be what I need to do to let go of this day. There is always tomorrow. It's not an all or nothing kind of game. I'll just take a deep breath and let go of my tension.

This is great. 

82 Day Challenge Begins

82 Day Challenge Begins Today

 

I was strick with my carbohydrate intake today. I was feeling exhausted and I slept the majority of the day. I didn't go to work because of my cold.

 

 

This is what my view was when I wasn't sleeping... tissue for my poor nose, a pen and notebook just incase I had a brilliant idea and the remote to watch television. I only used the tissue. I couldn't keep my eyes open long enough to watch Food Network channel.

 

Tomorrow I head back to work and try to stay on my LCHF plan. I'm still exhausted so I'm calling it a night.

 

 

 

 

 

My 82 Day Challenge

I've seen better days. I have had one hell of a weekend being sick. I am wishing for my nose to completely die off. I sound nasal and I have to breath through my mouth. Feverish and exhausted, I don't think I'll make an appearance at work tomorrow, especially if I can't get rid of this cold by tonight.

I had high hopes to fill you in on my exciting challenge this morning, but I couldn't get out of bed to head out to the family room to get on the computer. I'm still in bed, I just happened to remember that I have a laptop that has been put away in storage, so I quickly dug it out for a nightly post.

I am officially announcing my 82 DAY CHALLENGE to be inspired by fat. The reason behind this challenge is in 82 days, my best friend and her daughter, and myself and my daughter will be traveling to Colorado Springs, Colorado and it looks like one hell of a walking-kind-of-trip and I for one do not want to be exhausted or feel that I can't push through the day. I'll need energy and I'll need to have my legs to be strong for any kind of distance. I don't want to disappoint myself or any one else on our trip. I'm excited about this trip and it renews my motivation to restart my journey from scratch.

#82DAYCHALLENGE

Start Date: March 2, 2015
End Date:  May 22, 2015

My daily carb count will be under 50 to 20 grams of carbs.
My fat intake will be high.
My protein will be minimal.
I will log my meals. Plan my meals.

My kryptonite is:
BREAD
SODA
SWEETS

My choice of beverage is water.

This is so true, and I'm up for the challenge.

It's Valentine's Day

I woke up with my mind made up that this is going to be a great day. I handed over my Valentine's to my family. I made silver dollar pancakes with pats of butter, drizzled with syrup, a side bacon and sausage patties.

I'm trying, and sometimes that has to count for something... right? I spent yesterday evening thinking that love comes in different forms and right now the most important thing to me is the love of my family and for my family.

T'was The Morning Before Valentine's Day...

It's the day before Valentine's Day and my emotions are running all over the place. The one emotion that does seem to shut the others out: ANGER.

I went to the store this morning and walked in determined towards the Valentine aisle. As I approached I heard a mother tell her son, a boy who looked to be about 7 years old, that one day he "would" be interested in coming down this aisle and he muttered under his breath, "No I won't, ever..."

Funny, because that was how I felt the moment I saw this aisle; hearts galore, a chocoholic's dream come true. This aisle looked as if someone had puked red and pink. You can see where I'm going with this, right?

I went into this store with determination to buy something for my daughter and family, but my heart just wasn't in it. I stood there dumbstruck. I looked to the left, to the right, up and down. Not one clue.

Now let me point out, I have never did anything spectacular on Valentine's Day or receive any thing special from a boyfriend or husband, but for some strange, unexpected reason looking at all the Valentine's on this aisle has left a bitter taste in my day.

WTH!

I almost left empty handed, but I didn't and with no particular thought I grabbed this and that and quickly checked out the aisle of love. I really don't know what to say... have I become one of those cynical, bitter, old frumpy ladies who has had nothing, but disappointing luck with that thing we call "LOVE" and am I ready to crush those who are quickly blinded by "LOVE"? Have I quit believing in love? My mother once told me that love was just a word someone invented and that love really didn't exist. For my peace of mind, I secretly hope that it does exist and love is real.

Forgive this temporary moment of craziness.

Surely, this has nothing to do with today being FRIDAY THE 13TH? Nah.

I'm Prepared

I know what that heading reads... and yes it's true. I spent last night planning my meals for the week. I headed out this morning to the grocery store and bought my items to prepare me for success. Does that mean I'm really prepared? Oh, I hope so.

 

Ever noticed how life's problems don't seem to stop. Just when I think my life is getting to a happy place and then... RED FLAG, CRASH, CRUSHED. This is my life. I hope not everlasting, because I am not sure how much more I can handle without breaking my spirit.

 

I'm tired of being in this stupid funk. A little sunshine, a little hope and lots of prayers is what I need.

 

 

Mediocre, No More

I'm a simple kind of girl who just wants the simple kind of life.

You know that sentence right now sounds heavenly. SIGH

This past week has been a reflection, not a terrible thing to come face to face. The time is right to enjoy this NEW inner me. I kind of like this part of me who is focusing on only me. I don't feel selfish. I feel as if doing this I can enjoy my surroundings more and appreciate the people I love more.

Changing behavior is a slow process. Have you ever notice that? Especially for someone like me. Change is like plunging a dagger to my comfort zone. I dread change. I hate changing what works mediocre for me. I'm tired of settling for mediocre. This is the point in my life when I can't stand the mediocre solutions any more. Why did I ever think it was the best solution? I can't be afraid of the work that has to get me where I really want to be... and being where I want to be is unknown, but for once I'm not afraid to push myself ahead.