My Momma

Mom needs to lower her triglycerides, doctor's orders. I need to lose weight. We need each other. I'm going to hold her accountable and she will do the same for me. I don't eat like they do, but we are trading food and recipe ideas, anyway.

Mom is one of these people who believes everyone is entitled to her opinion. :) Strangely, this is exactly what I need. She will not pull punches when it comes to dishing out the cold hard truth and she definitely will not care if she hurts my feelings in the process. (Not that she's a meanie, but Jeff is too afraid to insult me - even if it's needed.)

I am glad for this partnership. We are weighing in on Mondays and Fridays. It was embarrassing to admit out loud how much I weigh - I don't enjoy saying that particular number. But it's just Mom, and it's not like I can hide how big I really am. I'm only fooling myself if I think I can.

Yesterday was a pretty good eating day. I have decided to count points because it's what I know, and actually came in under my daily points by a bit. I didn't intend for it to work out that way, because you're supposed to eat them all, but I got to the end of the day and simply was not hungry, so I ate 28 instead of 31 points.

I had good food, too - a scrambled egg sandwich & watermelon for breakfast, a spinach/strawberry/chicken salad for lunch, an ice cream sandwich, blueberry muffin & apple for snacks, and a fajita salad for supper. Tasty.

Today I'm thinking oatmeal with strawberries for breakfast, a BST (bacon-spinach-tomato) & watermelon for lunch, and meatloaf for supper. Yes, folks - eating healthy does not mean you have to give up the things you love!

So it's off to the races. Competition is a good thing. If I can keep Mom into it and she starts losing weight, it will provide just the bit of a competitive edge that I thrive on. Let's see how it goes, shall we?