Day Sixty-Five
No major coughing fits last night. I coughed, but not alarmingly so. I am hoping it won't be very many more days before I can begin to exercise. The scale did hint this morning that it might budge with some of the new things I am trying. I have been adding back one abs set each night. Which feels, each night, like just enough before I start wheezing.
I did excellent eating yesterday, I think. Not quite so excellent today, although I didn't, of course, have sugar, or anything like that. I am trying to have my sugarless hot cocoa earlier in the evening and not eat anything but my eggs and tomato juice with my antibiotic until after eleven or twelve. I did that today, but I was soooo hungry that I sneaked home from church to have some dried peach slices, and I probably had more of those of the course of the day than I should have. I also made a cheese toast to tide me over until choir practice ended. We then had a nice potato soup, which I had seconds of. I mean, that's all I ate, but it felt more out of control and not as carefully chosen as the things I ate yesterday.
I went to an open house for my husband's niece's recent marriage today, and I knew that I would have to avoid yummy sugary things upfront--it just comes with the territory. There were several non-sugary things, though, and I managed just fine. I had one of the little veggie cups and one of the little fruit cups (avoiding the fruit spread), and one tiny cheese ball with a little pretzel stick in it.
The cupcakes, though. Oh, my goodness, the cupcakes! They looked like the most beautiful, scrumptious thing ever invented. Each was topped with a dusky yellow or pink rose. They were works of art, and hard to resist. My sister-in-law told me she had created each rose, petal by petal. I wanted to take a picture, but my phone was full.
As a consolation prize, I later let myself have one spoonful of the very sweet, no-sugar frosting that is still in my refrigerator. I had forgotten about it, but there it still was, right when I needed it.
One of my blog readers revealed herself to me, and that was very fun. The blog program tracks how many readers I have, and so I know I have a few, but since no one comments, I have wondered sometimes how accurate it is. I asked my husband, once, if he thought maybe they just put some numbers up on there to get people to keep blogging, and he pretty quickly got me to see how silly that thought was. Please, keep reading! You readers help keep me in line. One of the main things that has kept me going is not wanting to tell you that I ate some sugar.
When we got home, I wasn't planning to cook dinner--it was just my husband and I, and he had eaten more than I had, but I needed something to go with my antibiotic, so I had the last little remaining bit of soup--about a half cup, followed by my hot chocolate. At six-thirty.
I used to have it closer to bedtime to keep my stomach full all night, and I have been eating breakfast by the time I get to work, quickly followed sometimes with lunch, and it never once occurred to me that eating earlier is what is keeping me fat. We'll see.
I did excellent eating yesterday, I think. Not quite so excellent today, although I didn't, of course, have sugar, or anything like that. I am trying to have my sugarless hot cocoa earlier in the evening and not eat anything but my eggs and tomato juice with my antibiotic until after eleven or twelve. I did that today, but I was soooo hungry that I sneaked home from church to have some dried peach slices, and I probably had more of those of the course of the day than I should have. I also made a cheese toast to tide me over until choir practice ended. We then had a nice potato soup, which I had seconds of. I mean, that's all I ate, but it felt more out of control and not as carefully chosen as the things I ate yesterday.
I went to an open house for my husband's niece's recent marriage today, and I knew that I would have to avoid yummy sugary things upfront--it just comes with the territory. There were several non-sugary things, though, and I managed just fine. I had one of the little veggie cups and one of the little fruit cups (avoiding the fruit spread), and one tiny cheese ball with a little pretzel stick in it.
The cupcakes, though. Oh, my goodness, the cupcakes! They looked like the most beautiful, scrumptious thing ever invented. Each was topped with a dusky yellow or pink rose. They were works of art, and hard to resist. My sister-in-law told me she had created each rose, petal by petal. I wanted to take a picture, but my phone was full.
As a consolation prize, I later let myself have one spoonful of the very sweet, no-sugar frosting that is still in my refrigerator. I had forgotten about it, but there it still was, right when I needed it.
One of my blog readers revealed herself to me, and that was very fun. The blog program tracks how many readers I have, and so I know I have a few, but since no one comments, I have wondered sometimes how accurate it is. I asked my husband, once, if he thought maybe they just put some numbers up on there to get people to keep blogging, and he pretty quickly got me to see how silly that thought was. Please, keep reading! You readers help keep me in line. One of the main things that has kept me going is not wanting to tell you that I ate some sugar.
When we got home, I wasn't planning to cook dinner--it was just my husband and I, and he had eaten more than I had, but I needed something to go with my antibiotic, so I had the last little remaining bit of soup--about a half cup, followed by my hot chocolate. At six-thirty.
I used to have it closer to bedtime to keep my stomach full all night, and I have been eating breakfast by the time I get to work, quickly followed sometimes with lunch, and it never once occurred to me that eating earlier is what is keeping me fat. We'll see.
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