I checked my birth certificate and that IS my middle name.

Good news? The scale said 184 this morning. Why can't that register with my brain? Another pound gone. I guess I am so used to being fat, that it isn't registering somehow. Maybe I still feel like I am ALWAYS going to be fat. Part of me worries that it will never change. Maybe this is how girls get to be anorexic? Not that I could EVER be that way, but I mean image wise. Society has ruined women.

Stove status: NONE. Went all over town, finally picked one and it is discontinued. Great.
Ordered online last night and it so nicely said " Should arrive in store on or before November 25th. " ONE day before Thanksgiving. Double great. Fact is, I still have my oven and my grandmother has a stove. She lives in the main house, so my excuses are out the window.

I made a roast this weekend. Score something to eat. I made Sprat a sammich out of some and what do you know? I didn't cut ALL the fat off so he started picking at it. In my (uncalled for) rage, I snatched the plate from him put it in the trash and slopped together a pimento cheese one. Skinny people irk me.

There was another incident yesterday which boils down to this: I had to rush home to meet the electrician and you notice I said I. Sprat left it to me, and being from the south, that just don't fly. The MAN should do that stuff. So I drove another 30 miles just to pick Sprat back up but decided not to gripe. I just know that I will have to be the real handler of things in the relationship. Dumb skinnies..........

So we finally got home and I was whooped. Lazy. Tired. Dull. Exhausted. Lazy cubed. Sprat squaling he was hungry. I threw together a ghetto frito pie and he was just thrilled. Must be nice. I looked at my roast which has miraculously dried out and fat coagulated into a not so pretty pattern. Blech. Instead of heating it up and choking it down, I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I knew the entire time what I was doing and at that point, really didn't care. Hmm.

In reviewing the situation, I decided I came up with every excuse NOT to stick to plan. Tuna! I can have tunafish! NO... no boiled eggs. As if it is inedible without them. Argh.
Mozzarella cheese!! Who wants just cheese? Blech. BACON!! NO. No stove. Too lazy to go up to G's and use her stove. TOASTER OVEN!!!! NO. Nothing to put in there except pizza rolls and THOSE are a no-noGeez Louise.

I conclude that my pure lazy nature is going to sabotage all my efforts. Why do I let the lazy bug rule my existence? I find myself getting mad cuz Sprat gets anything he wants and I am stuck gnawing on string cheese (mozzarella) that sucks cuz I accidently got "Low fat". Not mad enough to quit and not mad enough to stab him..... just mad. Does that make any sense?

I decided this morning, looking at my dried up, coagulated hunk of roast that will be my lunch, that I need to pack up my "cookables", make a whopping 75 steps to my g'mas stove and cook until it is all said and done. No excuse. Do I WANT to? NO. It's not the same as cooking in your own kitchen. It's to the point where I MUST, or else I will break and go to a drive thru and eat fries. When I DID cook, I always cooked for my Gma and it worked out quite well. I always made sure she had "cooked" food. She eats like a bird and has her routine. She isn't too thrilled with my "creations" but she eats them still. Oh how I love her

So, my misson today is to go home, load up my stuff and turn into Betty Crocker. I'm sure G will get a kick outta seeing me cook and the abolute mess I will make. I guess this can be my practice for Thanksgiving.

I'm seriously trying to prepare to move onto OWL rung 1 ? I'm skerred to death but I don't think it's too hard. Gotta bust out my book and see what the deali-o is with all that. Can't be too hard. I think I'm still losing in Induction purgatory but could do better if I move on. I just hate change. Scared of change I should say. I'm still mindful of the yeast thing. From what I can tell, it's just cheese, vinegar and fermented stuff (?) So far so good on that end. I know the lack of exercise is not helping, but again... lazy is in the way. Baby steps I reckon.

So.... I guess that's it. I know what the problem is. I know what the solution is. I just need to DO it, as Nike says. Any cure for the lazies?

Glad to see we are all doing well. Muddling here and there. Life is such. Each new day brings a chance at renewal and retrys. Just the fact I woke up is all I can really ask for sometimes. What greater gift could there be?

Keep posting y'all. I like to keep up and see what your up to! So far, so good!! Yea you!

Much