Last night I drowned my sorrows in a half bottle of wine, after spending the day spontaneously bursting into tears. Today I'm worrying about the potential weight gain, so I don't intend on repeating it. I never drink this close to being weighed. My mum reminds me that my weight's been on a 'downward trend' for a while, but I'm still horrified by the thought of gaining weight for a second week in a row.
It's been too hot to have soup for dinner every night, so I've been making my super-light Caesar salads too. For 90 calories, I get;
- 75g cos lettuce (13)
- 4g Parmesan cheese (17)
- 14g Weight Watcher's bacon (13)
- 12g wholemeal bread (baked into croutons) (28)
- 20g homemade dressing (19)
A little goes a long way, and that half ounce of 98% fat-free bacon is the most meat I ever really eat anymore. Honestly? At the moment I struggle with the texture of meat, chicken and fish. I used to add egg whites to my salad, or sometimes chicken breast. Either way, it makes a perfect cold dinner on a 35*c night.
So far today I've had a slice of wholemeal toast with Vegemite (65), an apple (59), some grapes (64), and some more grapes (100) (they're in season, and I'm making the most of it). I'm having a salad for dinner, and a either a pudding cup or some ice cream before bed (90-100). Plus coffee and diet soda, I'll be a little under 500 for the day. Today, my sorrows are just drowning me.
Mum bought me a cross stitch kit today. Reason #417 why I feel like a geriatric. It's a simple little kitten with a bow. Something to keep my hands busy, I guess. I haven't started it yet, but expect to see a picture when I'm done.
As always, my eternal thanks to everyone who's been reading and commenting. Blogging and reading your blogs is truly the highlight of my day. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I'd be completely lost without you lovely ladies.