Weigh-in Wednesday

It's 8pm on Tuesday night. I'm waiting for Dan to get home from the gym with a bag of chips and a chocolate bar for me. Gonna go out on a limb and guess the scale ain't gonna say I dropped 10 lbs tomorrow morning... :p

Typically I have my once-weekly "cheat day" (essential to my sanity) on Wednesdays. Why? Well, obviously, because my cheat day means I can eat whatever I want - which usually means a lot of chocolate - which also translates into extra weight on the scale the next day (not significant obviously and always disappears by the Thursday or Friday). Thus, why I do it on Wednesday... so I have plenty of time to rid myself of set-back before my next weigh-in. Those of you who don't have a chocolate addiction are probably thinking "why do you need a cheat day? If you didn't have a cheat day think of how much more quickly you could have reached your goal!"... to you, I say I love you but, in reality, I'm giving you a big, Clueless-style, W - whatever! I'm 100% positive if I didn't give myself these scheduled cheat days, I would eat worse. I'd constantly be trying to fill my craving with other crap - likely carbs - instead of just having what I really want - my Cadbury Fruit and Nut bar (frozen, please). :p

Ok, aside from all that... here's my rationalization for having my cheat day today (Tuesday) vs. tomorrow. Jane slept like crap last night. Mostly I blame my husband for this who, during bedtime routine last night, says "she sleeps so well through the night now, eh?" (yes, we're Canadian, we say "eh"). My response? "KNOCK ON WOOD, DAN! Right now!". To which he responded "Oh, Jenny, that's stupid. I'm not going to change anything by saying something outloud." UH HUH. Right now is typically where, telling this story face-to-face, I would call my husband some "bad word" (idiot, stupid-a**, jerk, etc.) but would say it sarcastically and with a smile on my face to ensure the person I was talking to was aware that I wasn't seriously calling my hubby an idiot. However, because I'm writing this, I cannot say that as I'm pretty sure you guys can't see my expressions at this point - although, I'm pretty sure y'all know I'm not a total b-i-t-c-h (if I spell it is it less of a "swear word"?). Anyways. Here's the shocker (sarcasm)... By midnight, I had already been woken up 3 times by my little sweetie and had to feed her to get her back to sleep (usually she only needs a feed at 5ish and then back to bed). This is why you should not allow guns in your home. Obviously (although I'd never it admit it to him), it wasn't my husbands fault Jane was up... more likely the two front teeth that have been peaking through the gums for 3 weeks now. However, at 3am, exhausted and grouchy, there's no one better to blame (and want to injure) than the person sleeping soundly, and uninterrupted, next to you. So, moral of my story, I'm tired.

Tired = lazy = snacky. Thus, I've already eaten more than I should have today and might as well write the entire day off... I mean, if not, I'll have a crappy eating day today and tomorrow (two bad eating days for those of you who can't count :p) vs. just eating all the crap today and getting back on board tomorrow. PLUS - I was supposed to run today and I didn't because (1) I was tired and (2) despite sleeping horribly, Jane decided naps were not necessary today which kind of put a damper on the running situation. So, reason numero douce for having my cheat day today - I have to run tomorrow. I'm not going to run and then have a cheat day! So, if I don't have the cheat day today, then I'd have to sacrifice either the chocolate bar (unlikely) or the run (duh) tomorrow.

I'm just thinking - if a man is reading this (I don't know why a man would be reading this but regardless) he's probably thinking I'm crazy. What he doesn't know is that I'm pretty sure 90% of the women I know also think this way. Men don't get it. Man sees chocolate, eats chocolate. Woman sees chocolate, spends three days pondering the pros and cons of eating the chocolate and then eats it anyways.

This has always been part of my theory of why women "struggle" with weight issues more than men. Up until I started worrying about weight and food, I was skinny mini. It wasn't until I started thinking about it that I turned into a regular person vs. skinny mini! ha ha ha. I think it's a catch-22. Skinny girls don't often think about what they eat or when to eat or any of that nonsense - they eat when they're hungry, simple as that (novel idea, I know). But if you start worrying about your weight and what you're eating, you're always thinking about it, so you eat more - you plan when you're going to eat, what you're going to eat, etc. So, instead of eating when you're hungry - you plan to eat such-and-such at x time. Do you agree?

Ok, officially have to go - Dan's going to be home any minute with my chocolate! :p ha ha ha. If, by some miracle, I lose any weight according to the scale tomorrow - you'll hear about it. If you hear nothing, it's because I'm punishing myself on the treadmill (which is basically the only reason why I workout - punishment). Sidenote - I actually had a woman at the gym ask me one day what I was training for (because I was working out so intensely)... training. Hilarious. Punishment is much more motivating.

I've attached some recent pics I took of Janers. Although I write my nonsense and craziness about my weight on here, it is my mission in life to never discuss such things in front of her and pray that she can avoid the insecurities and body image issues of most of our generation... although, sadly, I doubt that's completely possible.

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