It's incredibly frustrating to discover that this time a year ago I was 15 pounds lighter than I am now. 15 pounds away from square one.
I had a long talk with my husband about buying convenience food. He genuinely thinks that if he doesn't keep the house stocked with crap microwave stuff that I will starve. He complains that I buy produce and end up throwing it out. I throw it out because when faced with the dinner option of a can of Spaghetti-O's and a veggie stir fry, the Spaghetti-O's win out of sheer laziness. It's not his fault I can't make the choice to eat the healthy thing over the unhealthy thing, but I'd really rather not have a choice.
He agreed, reluctantly and I bought tons of produce for my dinners this week. Also, no more sweets that aren't fruit. There are apples, grapes and strawberries in the fridge and I can eat as many of those as I want.
I still have plantar fasciitis, so running or any kind of exercise on my feet is out. I have a bike, but my husband can only ride on the weekends and I'm afraid of riding alone (afraid of getting hurt, looking dumb, being lonely, etc.)
I'm gonna try to restart the hundred push ups and two hundred sit ups programs and figure out some kind of cardio that can be done without hurting my foot.
I think I want to have a baby and I want to be healthy (and okay, skinny) before I do.
