Wednesday, October 06, 2010
So, I know exactly what I did, what I can do to control it, (mostly), and I did some extra walking, and will continue to do so to get back to the down hill slide... It irks me, but isn't a deal breaker.
On the other hand, for some reason, Husband has just clicked that my end goal is Alaska. (I have been working on weight loss with that as the "big prize" for some time, and he just NOW realizes it? Eh... But then, he doesn't hear real well, and doesn't read my blog. Unless I bug him to.)
THIS could get interesting, folks.
He is now saying, when you lose the weight in a year, we will...
Oh, my. He has high hopes, doesn't he?
We had gone out, and I will admit, we went to a well known chicken restaurant that seems to serve food a la' salt. I did enjoy more of the stuff than possibly I should have, but I also porked out on Jello cubes. (This seems to amuse the waitstaff, for some reason. What can I say, it tastes good, I don't believe it's real salty, and it's not going to be quite so kamikaze on my waistline...) He knows that Wednesday is my scale day, and I let him know that I had gained this week. He looked shocked, then said, "Well, we won't be doing that again, bad choice, huh?"
I love my husband, however, I will do nasty things to him if he turns into the food police... I made the choice to go to Deadcluckers and have dinner as much as he did. One meal in a week generally doesn't blow the diet out of the water for me. The extra cheese, salting food I don't normally salt, and having a second meal out, and forgetting to ask them to go easy on the salt shaker was my downfall. I have no clue why I get salt or sugar cravings at this time, but this is when I need to be ultra vigilant.
Um, as you can see... Not so much.
So, now I have mixed emotions. I am doing well, this is just a bump in the road, but at the same time, I don't need Husband Engineering getting involved with my weight loss to the point I want to pull my hair out, or pound him.
I know that Alaska is someplace he's not been, and wants to go to, (his dad was born and raised in Alaska. Palmer? Homer? Marge? Bart? I don't remember which town, right now), and he would love to do some fishing and boating there. So would I. But I have been working hard on thinking of this being a lifestyle change, this is what's good for me. I don't want to go back to "good food, bad food, you ate too much..." That, I have found, doesn't seem to be good for anyone.
But, hopefully, I will be back on track again, and then the "vampire" will be gone for a while. However, if you are a anthropomorphic salt shaker, I would advise against visiting right now.