I attempted my weights and crunches and all that this morning. I had said that once school got into full swing, I would try to accomplish that in the a.m. rather than putting it off all day. Well, it did not go well. I lay on the floor to do some weight exercises and the crunches. And all I kept thinking about was how much I would like to go to sleep or at least curl up and read. So unmotivated today to do the whole weights thing. Sheesh.
I have been thinking about my weight and what I would like to do. I would really like to get into the 140’s and then just make it my goal to keep a 4 in the middle and just let it bounce around. I am so sick, sick, sick of getting on the scale and wondering if I am retaining fluid or wondering if the pound gained or lost is truly fat or just fluid or if the running is building a little muscle or wondering if I am eating too much or if I am actually not eating enough and my metabolism has whacked out or trying to do all the stupid math about what I *think* my calorie deficit should be and what I *think* my base metabolism is and all that. SICK OF IT!!! It is madness! My weight bounces around throughout the day, not to mention from day to day. And I am just getting tired of fretting over stuff that could very well have nothing to do with fat cells at all. 
Breakfast was the norm. Lunch will be the norm and the fruit of the day will either be a nectarine or some blueberries. Dinner will be noodles with lime peanut sauce from Ellie Krieger.
***It is after dinner now. Calories are ok for the day, but not great: around 1,450. I asked hubby if he wanted the left overs for his lunch tomorrow and he said no and after some prodding, he admitted that this is not on the top of his favorites list. What? WHAT?!?! Apparently his taste buds are dysfunctional, cause seriously, y’all this stuff is soooo good. Whatever. And on an unrelated note, the new 90210 starts TONIGHT at 8:00 eastern. Woo hoo!
