I Hate The Scale And Other Ponderings

Let me just start by saying that - I really hate the scale or scales in general. Especially every scale at the YMCA. Maybe one day we'll be friends (if I'm ever worthy) but for now this object that projects large numbers in my face is no better than the catty girl in the locker room looking me up and down. I don't know... Maybe I should thank you scale (and locker room bitch). Maybe you're the rude awakening I've needed. As if not being able to zip and button my pants isn't enough.

Ok, so, enough of that. Last night I did 25 minutes on the bike in hopes of spiking my metabolism *crosses fingers* and as soon as I'm done w/ my coffee and this entry I'm off to do 2 miles at the park - with weights-. Go me!

Today's 1300 calorie intake (meh)

hemp shake w rice water, 1/2 banana & 1 tsp honey

1 serving almonds

1/2 sweet potato raw

1 serving chickpeas

1 serving green olives

1/2 can tuna

1 serving cottage cheese

1/4 cantaloupe

veggie/fruit juice

1 serving gluten free pasta w marinara and 2 tsp olive oil

Maybe another shake if I'm still hungry.

This shit better work.

Random thoughts from yesterday:

What does it mean when you're relieved that it's a bill collector calling you as opposed to one of your ex husbands?

What does it mean when ex husband pluralized applies to you?

In my best Linda Richman voice "discuss".

Happy Tuesday!