Juice Me

So, I lost 14 pounds and then my body decided it was done. A plateau is normal for every diet but dammit, I'm impatient!!! I decided to do the Mean Green Cleanse. I think they need to change the name, though. I wouldn't call it "mean"......it's mildly intimidating at best. I borrowed a juicer from my lovely hippy friend, bought 30 dollars worth of fruits and veggies, strapped on my Reese's Tshirt for solidarity to my first love (junk food) and got to juicing.





First thoughts:
1. $30 buys you about enough for one 20 oz drink.
2. WHAT A FUCKING WASTE! There's so much that gets discarded. All that cucumber that could have gone onto a beautiful tomato and cucumber sandwich with LOTS of mayo.......yuuuuuuuuum.
3. The first taste is some what nice, with apples and lemon. Aftertaste is a bitch. That's when you get hit by the celery and kale. I wouldn't necessarily say it's inedible....just not in any way yummy. Maybe after a couple of days of no food it will taste more like a chocolate shake. Doubt it.

I don't hate it but it's going to take some getting used to, that's for damn sure. I'm willing to try it because the temptation to say "fuck it" and eat my face off is killing me. My boys are off to the beach with their Father and his parents. Not getting to be with them is depressing enough. Adding to that major bummer is the fact that I still remain without a job. I know everything is going to work out but in the meantime the crap food is calling me. Trying this juicing thing is occupying my mind and sticky junk food fingers. We'll see;)

I Miss Bacon!!!

I hope my children appreciate how excruciating it is to not only make them muffins and BACON but to watch them devour it leaving crumbs everywhere. If it were me eating that shit there would be nothing left. What a fucking waste:/

 I love the face full of muffin "I just tracked muffin crumbs all over 

the kitchen so what are you gonna do about it" look on his face.

 Seriously???? THERE'S A BOWL OF PURE 

LOVE IN FRONT OF YOU! I don't get skinny people.

The only thing better than eating bacon is eating bacon on the 

couch....or maybe eating bacon on the couch while wearing a blazer. Fancy.

Damn You, Cookie Cake!!!

So, I decided not to post everyday. That was rather unrealistic of me. There was a cookie cake incident but other than that I've been a very good girl. So far I've lost 10 pounds. Everyday is still a struggle, though. When the boys are at their Father's it's easier to control the urge to eat 10 candy bars in my car but when they are in my care.....it's not pretty. Food has been my happy place all my life. Motherhood upped the need for the happy place by about 1000%. When one of the boys is tantrumming it's about impossible to stop myself from blacking out and waking up in a sea of candy wrappers.

I've made it this far by keeping a strict routine. I eat at certain times and only those times. What cracks me up is when I'm with other people and they treat me like I'm starving myself. My Father actually told me today that "starving yourself isn't going to work". Why does it make people so uncomfortable when other people are not stuffing their faces? I bought a sandwich and I wasn't going to eat it until 12:30 when I got home. That's when I eat lunch. It's hard enough to "diet" but when people are constantly telling me I'm doing it wrong it's damn near impossible. I'm not snacking. Plain and simple. Where I come from it's rude not to eat when others are eating but they are just going to have to deal with it.

I broke down and bought a scale:/. BOO! I had to. My weight isn't what concerns me, it's my size. Having said that I need some sort of incentive to keep going and when I see that number going down it's some pretty fucking good motivation. I need motivation. The stressors keep on a comin' and there's no money in the budget for happy pills, unfortunately:/