Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Week 3 in the Books
It was Sunday! Three days ago. (I was busy. My man went out of town on Sunday and I had to go to the grocery store....and on and on.) But without further delay, the Weight Board was officially updated and I have lost a total of 15 pounds! This is not a rounded amount. Yay! I have put 15 pounds back into the world for some skinny person to have. I am very giving, aren't I? I just love to help people.
But honestly, that was not the best part of my week, although I was over the moon with my 15 pounds. No, the best part was putting on a smaller pair of jeans. And a smaller shirt. I'm already running the logarithms so I can figure out what size I'll be when I hit the big 3-5. That's about 3 months away...I bet I could be down 2 more sizes in 3 months, don't you? (That would mean ALL new clothes! Happy birthday to me!!!)
For those of you following my story, I have not eaten one Girl Scout cookie. Not one. I did stand out in about 30 degree weather and sell some, but I did not eat one. Of course, as was documented, I did have a few bites of cake that made me sick, and a couple bites of a cake that my daddy made especially for me that did not make me sick. The Primal Blueprint guru says that we should strive for 80%-20% compliance. And I think having a few bites of a cake made especially for me falls well within those guidelines. Especially since I have been able to avoid eating the whole cake, which I usually would do.
In other news, I have cooked breakfast for my children TWO days in a row. Not the usual way I "cook" breakfast: nuking oatmeal or pouring cereal. I made bacon come alive and be crispy through the miracle of heat and I also scrambled eggs. I am probably the only person who never learned how to scramble eggs in college and my daddy has fried my eggs anytime I ask for as long as I can remember. But while Brian has been out of town, my children have been sent off to face the day with a primal breakfast in their belly. That's good parenting right there.
And my cooking piece de resistance...last night, I cooked my favorite comfort food, in a mostly primal way. Roast beef cooked stovetop in my cast iron cauldron. Oh. My. Word. Can I say that I am an amazing roast cooker? I had to fish the meat out of that pot with a slotted spoon. My recipe is amazing. I did deviate when I did the gravy because my dad was here so I did use a little flour. A couple of tablespoons for the whole tub of gravy. I did prepare parsnips as "potatoes", in the primal way. Except I won't be doing that again. They are stringy and taste like parsnips. I'd rather just have some sweet potatoes occasionally and dress them the way Auntie Jo did: butter, sour cream, scallions (when I say that I feel fancy!), and bacon.
But tonight, for dinner, my kids are eating Girl Scout cookies that they have purchased with their own money. Some of you might think that I should Stop Them From Doing That! But I'm not. They have to learn that eating a box of cookies for a meal isn't the way to go. And I'm willing to let them learn the hard way while the price is small. I'd rather let the consequences do the teaching for me. Better they learn this lesson at their current ages of 7, 6, 4 and 2 instead of at 35 like me.