Taxiing the Runway

I sort of started my diet. I've been eating many of the recommended meals. I ate some almonds while watching TV last night. Although, I think the idea is to eat the almonds during the day, not at 11 pm. And not with white chocolate squares.

I couldn't help it. I got this cool little almond tin yesterday that I signed up for for free through Mir's site. I needed to try them out. The long term idea is that I'll keep the squee little tin in my purse and eat the almonds when I want to go through drive through for some french fries. We'll see how that goes.

So far this week, I ate three donuts. Who the hell bought donuts? Don't they know I'm on a diet? Is it possible to diet with donut-eating people in the house?

Do you ever get that thing where just because you're starting a diet and you're motivated and you ate a few healthy meals you feel like your jeans should fit better instantly? Yeah, I have that. I've started a little weight training every day, so every limb aches and must be swollen because my clothes feel even tighter. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the donuts or white chocolate. Or the beer.

I do have to admit, I feel better right now than I have in over a year. I bought myself a pair of jeans that fit (for you, Amanda!), I'm getting to bed by 11:30 every night with no night nursing, and I'm taking my vitamins. The little bit of weight training and stretching makes me feel like I'm 80, er, makes me feel better too. I have a bit of energy. I'm not sitting at the computer all day. I'm not stuffing myself with white pasta and butter.

We're off to speech therapy, so I'll leave you with two random quotes from this morning:

Me: Honey, we don't throw stools at people.

Shall Remain Anonymous: I am an evil knight. And I have to go poop.