Honestly, i haven't weighed myself in days. For fears that the lbs would be steadily reappearing in my jeans, ive avoided it like a 1-800 collection call. Even if my jeans have gone down one size and I'm comfortable in a size smaller than what has been normal, I still feel like I've gained weight. I eventually get to the scale this morning and sure as shit I lost another pound of butt. It for sure is vacating the butt premises faster than the gut, as long as it's going... I'm down with it. Matt on the other hand looks like he weighs 87 lbs and has enormous knuckles and knees. He's pissing me off today like none other. We had grilled chicken with this awesome bourbon glaze from tastefully simple last night, brown rice and steamed broccoli, with a lot left over. So I reheated it for lunch for the whole family... He only ate half a chicken breast and like 1/2 cup of rice just to prove he's so skinny or something. He was "stuffed". My ass, what's stuffed are my thighs in these tiny ass jeans I can finally fit into, and I feel obligated to only take a bite of my chicken to one-up him and win the silent lunch battle we are having. 20 mins after lunch I totally indulge in one of the meal replacement shake that's only 210 calories and tastes like carnation instant breakfast but a really big serving size of it. And a tasty handful of almonds. I love my almonds!
Dinner tonight I made his day by making his favorite, meatloaf. With ground turkey and didn't tell him it was turkey. He told me it's the best meatloaf I've ever made while I silently laugh hysterically in my head! He thinks he ate all these calories, and it was only a fraction of the calories. And he's so thankful that red meat is back at the table... Haha!!! No red meat for you!!!
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