333.4 pounds; -.2 pounds this week; -15.4 total pounds.
Meals
1 bowl of multi-grain Cheerios
1 cup of skim milk
5 slices pizza l/o
1 cup Coke
2 cups of water
3 oz baked lemon and rosemary chicken breast
1 1/2 cups asparagus
1/2 cup onions
2 tsp Becel margarine
1 cup blackberries, raspberries, strawberries
4 cups of water
1 1/2 cupcakes (pumpkin with cream cheese frosting & apple with cinnamon frosting--homemade)
2 Oreo cookies
Exercise
None
Notes:
-This is the last of my incredibly busy time. October 31st, after 10 papers and 2 finals to write, cannot come fast enough.
-Although I made a super healthy dinner, which was delish by the way, I still fit in crap. I felt guilty eating the cupcakes, and Andrew and I came to the conclusion that if they weren't there, we both wouldn't have cared to eat them. Mental note: reduce the amount of crap lurking around to be eaten in the house to avoid the temptation. I still think I get points for making the effort to make a healthy dinner that tasted great. I actually derived my own recipe from a recipe taken from my Skinny Bitch in the Kitch (http://www.skinnybitch.net/) book. I love the message of this book, but I don't believe in getting rid of meat altogether, just trying to minimize the amount I consume.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Day 116-Day 119
Walk Within You
If I be the first of us to die, Let grief not blacken long your sky.
Be bold yet modest in your grieving. There is a change but not a leaving.
For just as death is part of life, The dead live on forever in the living.
And all the gathered riches of our journey,
The moments shared, the mysteries explored, The steady layering of intimacy stored,
The things that made us laugh or weep or sing, The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring,
The wordless language of look and touch, The knowing, Each giving and each taking,
These are not flowers that fade, Nor trees that fall and crumble,
Nor are they stone,
For even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand.
What we were, we are. What we had, we have.
A conjoined past imperishably present.
So when you walk the wood where once we walked together
And scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my shadow,
Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land,
And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand,
And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you, Be still.
Close your eyes. Breathe.
Listen for my footfall in your heart. I am not gone but merely walk within you.
--Nicholas Evans from The Smoke Jumper
If I be the first of us to die, Let grief not blacken long your sky.
Be bold yet modest in your grieving. There is a change but not a leaving.
For just as death is part of life, The dead live on forever in the living.
And all the gathered riches of our journey,
The moments shared, the mysteries explored, The steady layering of intimacy stored,
The things that made us laugh or weep or sing, The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring,
The wordless language of look and touch, The knowing, Each giving and each taking,
These are not flowers that fade, Nor trees that fall and crumble,
Nor are they stone,
For even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand.
What we were, we are. What we had, we have.
A conjoined past imperishably present.
So when you walk the wood where once we walked together
And scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my shadow,
Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land,
And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand,
And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you, Be still.
Close your eyes. Breathe.
Listen for my footfall in your heart. I am not gone but merely walk within you.
--Nicholas Evans from The Smoke Jumper
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