I wrote a whole blog post for today, and it was great. Then I just accidentally reverted it to draft and saved a blank page over it. So that's about the gist of my mental state right now after cooking the Beef Stroganoff for me and my husband.
The pressure cooker was supposed to make cooking effortless. It was a lot of work, and it took me a couple of hours just to do the prep. Now it's cooking, and it's 7:00 AM. We haven't eaten yet, we haven't taken our oil yet. This is a disaster.
This is a couple if hours that could have been used as flavor-free time after taking oil, but my husband decided he wanted to take oil after brinner instead of before brinner, and now I'm really stressed out. I don't know if I can finish the cooking and feed us with an hour to spare before we have to sleep so that we can take our doses of oil.
To top it off, my weight went up. I hate up-blips. They are annoying. I am at 378.8 lbs today. The post I wrote before was much more optimistic and cheery. I'm not feeling optimistic and cheery right now.
Starting weight: 415 lbs
Current weight: 378.8 lbs ⇧
Long-term Goal: 145 lbs
Short-term Goal: 359 lbs
I chose to make the Stroganoff with white wine, and with the amount of cooking and simmering hat was required, I imagine all the alcohol taste I hate may have been cooked away leaving only a delicious result. It smells pretty good while it's cooking. I am optimistic about it.
The Stroganoff with white wine might be good graph:
My husband is at 235 lbs "and change." What's this "and change" business? Has he met me? I like to be more precise so I can keep accurate records. He thinks the change may have been .2, but he isn't sure. I may need to hover over him when he circles the scale, so I can catch the number when he weighs himself.
This makes me wonder about his mental state while doing this diet. Is he losing patience? Is he getting discouraged? I am doing all of he work in worrying about our doses and diets, so maybe that will keep him on the diet with me. It would basically be a lack of options for him as I will be making all the plans and decisions. Ultimately, he really wants to leave all of the decisions to me anyhow. I would be doing him a favor.
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The pressure cooker was supposed to make cooking effortless. It was a lot of work, and it took me a couple of hours just to do the prep. Now it's cooking, and it's 7:00 AM. We haven't eaten yet, we haven't taken our oil yet. This is a disaster.
This is a couple if hours that could have been used as flavor-free time after taking oil, but my husband decided he wanted to take oil after brinner instead of before brinner, and now I'm really stressed out. I don't know if I can finish the cooking and feed us with an hour to spare before we have to sleep so that we can take our doses of oil.To top it off, my weight went up. I hate up-blips. They are annoying. I am at 378.8 lbs today. The post I wrote before was much more optimistic and cheery. I'm not feeling optimistic and cheery right now.
Starting weight: 415 lbs
Current weight: 378.8 lbs ⇧
Long-term Goal: 145 lbs
Short-term Goal: 359 lbs
I chose to make the Stroganoff with white wine, and with the amount of cooking and simmering hat was required, I imagine all the alcohol taste I hate may have been cooked away leaving only a delicious result. It smells pretty good while it's cooking. I am optimistic about it.
The Stroganoff with white wine might be good graph:
My husband is at 235 lbs "and change." What's this "and change" business? Has he met me? I like to be more precise so I can keep accurate records. He thinks the change may have been .2, but he isn't sure. I may need to hover over him when he circles the scale, so I can catch the number when he weighs himself.
This makes me wonder about his mental state while doing this diet. Is he losing patience? Is he getting discouraged? I am doing all of he work in worrying about our doses and diets, so maybe that will keep him on the diet with me. It would basically be a lack of options for him as I will be making all the plans and decisions. Ultimately, he really wants to leave all of the decisions to me anyhow. I would be doing him a favor.
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