SO............

Friday went well. Actually the ENTIRE weekend went well, food wise. I still need to incorporate more veggies, but, I can't bring myself to do it.
I've been keeping regular food logs Monday thru Friday, but falter on the weekends.

Friday:
Worked, got off work, shopped a bit. Entered my beloved livingroom at 9:30 p.m. Flopped on the couch til Sweetie got home then crashed and burned.

Saturday:
Went shopping (briefly) with my sister. Came home and took a 45 min nap. We left to get Sweeties 15 y.o. daughter so she could spend the night. Sigh... another story. We went to Toy Story dbl feature. My first REAL 3D movie. I saw Jaws 3D as a kid in the 80's but I don't really remember it and the technology is MUCH better, so Jaws doesn't count. During intermission, all of my water was kicking in so I made a run for it. Sweetie sticks out his debit card and says "Can you get some popcorn and something to drink while you're out?" A brief flash of fire flew into my brain, followed by images of me stabbing him repeatedly with a spork. "Fine" I sweetly say and stomp off, dodging giddy 4-5 year olds in the process.
As we ALL know, A) there is NOTHING healthy at the refreshment counter and B) I refuse to pay $7 for a hotdog when all I could have ate was the weenie. I ordered them Large popcorn and a Large soda. I stomped back in, resentful of the deliscious buttery corn wafting into my nostrils. I sat down between them with a HUMONGO tub of popcorn between my legs and they greedily dug in. I sat there, mouth watering and a hint of drool, but decided I was bigger than a tub of popcorn.... and more than just literally. In his defense, he sweetly looked confused and asked why I wasn't eating any. I gently reminded him "I can't have any" and he immediately felt bad and apologized. I made it through the rest of the movie not even ONCE glancing down or even WANTING to. Well.. maybe THAT is a lie, but still. I didn't even eat ONE or try to lick a buttery kernel. Yay me!! I was so proud of myself! Of course, when we got home, I was STARVING so I ate the last of the BBQ flavored pork rinds that had gone stale. Still... they were heaven to me.

Sunday:
We got up and took her home. Being 15, she has ALL kinds of important social things to do... so.... Ok. We were on the hunt for a King sized bedframe and began our search afterwards. We were both starving... to the point of headaches and homicidal tendencies. Yes, I know we're not supposed to go THAT long without eating, but hey. I basically rolled out of bed, got dressed and we were out the door. He was left to decide what to eat. I didn't care. I figured I could eat anywhere, as long as I kept my food choice simple and friendly. He swerves into Frenchy's chicken. First, let me say that here in Houston, Frenchy's is like the KING of great chicken. There's only like 3 in town, but they are VERY well known for being mouth watering. I've never been before, but had always wanted go to. Grrrrrreeeeat. Ok, I order 2 pcs of fried chicken. He of course, gets all the good stuff. We ate in the car. Not happy with that, but it was that or get out and gnaw on the tire. I picked off all of my skin, chicken that is, and threw it in the bag. AGAIN, he dumbly squawks "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? THAT'S THE BEST PART!!!" Sweetly I reply "I can't have it" and he says "OMG BABY.... I FORGOT. I'M SOOOO SORRY" I tell him it's okay, but admitedly, I popped a tiny piece of coating in and ate it. Not as good as I've heard. I caved I guess, but it's better than eating a big 'ol cruncy piece. I think I did good and refuse to cry over it. I reckon he's not used to having a fat girl not eat something I didn't make a big deal of it. I did, on the other hand, have to pick out all my discarded skin and give it to him, Jack Sprat.

Last night, I grilled chicke breast tenderloins, topped with swiss cheese, crumbled bacon and grilled mushrooms. I made a dip thing with mayo, sour cream and horseradish. It turned out looking better in my head, but tasted heavenly.

The bad thing I have to say is that I drank 2 energy drinks on Saturday and one on Sunday. I was tempted to stop this morning, but didn't. I cracked my Diet Rite and said "It is good". I bought a 32oz bottle at Evil WalMart and that has truly eased my water intake issues. I (for some reason) have been getting my 4 full bottles in daily. All 128 oz. Woot woot!!

As I was reading about everyone and the ketosis strips...... I bought some. They really didn't register crap. Trace was all I got but I DID one time get a deep purple after exercising. I'm kinda with you guys.... sorta a waste, but trace is better than nothing. I am sweating like a farm animal CONSTANTLY and find I am thirsty like I've never been in my life.

Tmi moment... TOM is in town so I am fearing the scale like a whore fears a church. Ugh.... I have done NO exercise whatsoever since last Tuesday. I get soooo drained and tired and blah that I just sit down and fall asleep.

I am kinda worried about my energy level, or the LACK of. I cannot get moving to save my life. I've been reading on here about other people having the same problem, but I don't know what the solution could be. I take about 15 different vitamins everyday, along with my depression and thyroid meds. I drink a min of my 128oz water. Maybe it is the lack of sufficient veggies? Grrrr....

Humberto brought me a homemade tamale this morning. One of my weaknesses. I didn't want to be rude, and it smelled wonderful, so i broke it in half, and then broke off a piece the size of a fingertip and ate it. Damnnit. He is from Myan descent and said it is a recipie from like a thousand years ago. How could I say no? Cuz I'm weak. Anyways.... immediately the rest went into the trash so I couldn't get my paws on any more of it.
I didn't feel bad at all. Well, yes I did. I felt bad. Is that good or bad? Time will tell.

So, there ya go. My weekend in several paragraphs. I'm already on bottle 2 of 4 and it's only 11. That is STELLAR for me.

Glad to catch up with everyone. It sounds like we've all fought some devils this weekend. Between county fairs, movies, cult inductions (lmao Bella) and belt sanders... we can no prouldly blast WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS from Queen !

Have a happy Monday y'all!!