Yesterday was good, but I was bored. Which is disastrous. I didn't have the motivation to do anything since my knee is all fucked up after painting the girls' room this weekend. I had the job of cutting in on the baseboards, so there was a lot of kneeling involved, which is surprisingly something I don't do that often. Anymore. Heh. I've heard that for every pound you lose, you take 4 pounds of pressure off your knees. It makes sense, since the bulk of people's weight is going to be above the knee. Like, there's only what?, two feet of body after the knees? And it's typically not the size of a gut. So it makes sense. My knees have been fucked since the triplets were born, something I attribute to not only being way fat but also to 5 weeks of bedrest. I lost a lot of muscle just lying around the house for 7 months while I cooked triplets, so it's no surprise that my muscles aren't strong enough to do regualr everyday tasks like keeping my miniscus in place. I mean, I was never Joanna Thomas, so my muscle mass decreased fairly rapidly. I was in physical therapy for a bit for my knee, and the therapist told me I was weaker than some of the old ladies he worked with. Talk about a stab to the heart. Working on gaining my muscle back is one of my goals, but I think it would be easier to exercise and work out once I lose a little weight, to save my knees. Kinda like how WW will tell you not to exercise until you lose 10% of your original weight. I think 10% is overly cautious; I can see 10 pounds, 15 pounds even. But waiting until I lose 28 pounds seems silly. I don't know... what do you think?
Onward... I ate fairly well again yesterday, which is good since it's only day 2, LOL, but despite my boredom I stayed on track nicely. I started the day with my cereal, which gave me loads of energy I did nothing with. Pft.
In the afternoon I managed to skip snack, but did have a few of the kids' Cheez-Its while I was giving them snack. It was like I didn't even know I was eating them. How gross is that? I ate a handful of Cheez-Its while doling them out just because. When I figured out what I was doing I immediately jumped up and put the box away. Yikes!
spaghetti for dinner, since I had hamburg turning brown in the fridge and spaghetti is pretty much a bath night staple. I kicked it up a notch, browning the beef with about 6 cloves of fresh garlic, Italian herbs, onion powder (can you believe I didn't have a single onion anywhere in the house?! WTF???), and pepper. NO ADDED SALT! I added a jar of Prego to the meat, plus a can each of tomato sauce and tomato paste to stretch the sauce a little. I'm not a huge fan of chunky, meaty sauces so the extra tomato shit made it more suacey. I baked a loaf of Pillsbury tube bread and Voilà! Delicious dinner! What you see here is a salad plate. I am a pasta destroyer. Tony is always amazed at how much pasta I can put away (I can also do this with popcorn). It's a weakness. I love it. So I had a lot, but it was still HALF what I usually would have eaten.
What really surprised me though, was how hungry I was shortly after dinner. I expected that plate of pasta to hold me over until bedtime, but it didn't. What the fuck, man?!?! I ended up splurging on brownies, I ate two, but I made them with half the eggs (only used 1) and half the oil (less than 1/4 cup). To make up for the lack of oil in the brownies, I added applesauce. They were totally yummy and I would have eaten 3 more but I stopped myself. Heh. And I already went for one this morning and managed to stop myself then too. Nice. So while I splurged on a shitty snack, I didn't feel so guilty about it because I knew I tried to make it a little better. So it's not like I said, "Fuck it! I'm eatin' brownies!" Which is good. And so were those super chewey brownies!