Okay, the title might suggest it is exciting, but so far it is rather boring. I ate JUNK while on vacation with my family, but was very active, always going somewhere and lost four pounds. Also, staying at my father's house, snacking on junk was impossible, as he doesn't have ANY. The man lives on lean meat and salads.
So yesterday was my first day in a long time of counting calories and, last night was not ideal. I understand why I have not been losing now, even when I stay on my diet. Nighttime is terrible. DH comes home from work, and he is overweight, and NOT on a diet. He is of some belief that even if he diets, it won't help or many other excuses.
Regardless, I find myself suddenly realizing that we, as a couple, have developed a terrible habit of snacking together at night. Once our son goes to sleep, we whip out the goodies. So last night was so hard, and I only had 278 calories left, so I had a glass of wine and some cheese and crackers and that was the end. But it wasn't. Then I got more, and went over my calories for the day. '
Meanwhile, DH is all snacking on bad awful stuff that I too want to eat. Ugh. And he is like, "Don't blame me." I know I am the one who is responsible for what I eat, but he sure isn't making it easy. I need a way to survive the nighttimes.
So yesterday was my first day in a long time of counting calories and, last night was not ideal. I understand why I have not been losing now, even when I stay on my diet. Nighttime is terrible. DH comes home from work, and he is overweight, and NOT on a diet. He is of some belief that even if he diets, it won't help or many other excuses.
Regardless, I find myself suddenly realizing that we, as a couple, have developed a terrible habit of snacking together at night. Once our son goes to sleep, we whip out the goodies. So last night was so hard, and I only had 278 calories left, so I had a glass of wine and some cheese and crackers and that was the end. But it wasn't. Then I got more, and went over my calories for the day. '
Meanwhile, DH is all snacking on bad awful stuff that I too want to eat. Ugh. And he is like, "Don't blame me." I know I am the one who is responsible for what I eat, but he sure isn't making it easy. I need a way to survive the nighttimes.