I just chugged my second
16 ounce Bragg cocktail of the day. So not only have I consumed 2
tablespoons or more like 4 tablespoons of the Bragg apple cider, but
along with that 32 ounces of liquid which is kind of rare for me. I
mean, I know I should be drinking that much liquid if not double
that, but I rarely do. And now I am. Drinking more liquid by itself
is exciting is exciting. Truly, a win-win situation. Now, having
written all this I must not confess that I'm really beginning to
delve into self-defeating behaviors. It's almost like I'm watching
myself sabotage myself. I got a loaf of bread. This morning at the
food bank that I didn't need an shouldn't eat, they gave me two bags
of cookies I didn't declined those either. Worst of all, they
actually offered me a package of raw cashews. A hole sucking pound of
raw cashews… Free! As well as a bag of pistachios. I took them
both, but I ended up putting the pistachios on the sharing shelf. I
still have to quarters of a bag from last week and I really believe
the pistachios are part of the reason for the accelerated weight
gain. Someone's got to be a fall guy. The cashews are going to be a
challenge, no question about that. I am hoping that I'll be strong
enough to use the cashews, just in cooking and perhaps salads. In
fact, I did get a bison steak at the food bank today is toying with
the idea of frying some cashews with the bison steak for dinner. I'm
slipping. I can feel it.
I think another one of the
problems I had last week was the Mexican dinner I had last week. Even
though I direct the meal out three days. I'm sure it had a
detrimental impact on my weight gain. I really want to believe if I
can drag the meal out over days I can enjoy the meal and not suffer
from the weight gain but I'm also just whistling in the dark. So with
that in mind I a headed over to the Betoes Mexican restaurant just
down the street. The day was so beautiful. It was practically begging
me to be out in it. I really wanted to order a complete meal that I
was strong. This is the place for I got the meal that really put the
way done last week and they had the best frijoles. So even though I
really want to get the complete meal. I got to half pint cups of
refried beans. I have this fantasy that I'm going to stretch the
beans out for a couple days to have with some hamburger I cooked up a
couple days ago with a taco are two. Sabotage! I'm such a fool.
It took me forever to make
my decision of what I wanted to get at the restaurant. Luckily no one
else was in the place except me (customer wise). I agonized over my
decision, but I finally made it, and I'm sure the señorita was
totally thankful. She brought over my 2 cups of frijoles in a plastic
bag and commenced to do the rabbit earknot before I could stop her. I
don't know what it is with checkout people and restauranteurs who put
your food in to go bags with the love tying the knot in the top of
the plastic bag which for anyone with limited hand function is a
curse. Rather than try to labor over who knows how long it would take
for me to tell her to undo the knot that she sold carefully tied and
then pulled tighter to make sure it wouldn't come undone. I just put
the beans in my box and headed home. I had to use my teeth to open up
the bag when I got home, but I got it done and had a couple bites of
the beans. It wasn't too bad of a day. Totally enjoyed the sunshine…
And my beans.
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