I Was Told There Would Be Donuts...

...couldn't put it together. I'll finish it later. That said-yesterday was a cheat day, by accident. I went to a birthday party last night and ate some stuff. Pizza. CAKE. Ice Cream. Pepsi. What? Don't judge me. It was a cheat day! There wasn't anything else on the menu...and the pizza had veggies! Pigs eat vegetables. And you are what you eat. Therefore...sausage, and bacon are vegetables. And cows eat grass. And grass is technically vegetation. Therefore cheese  and Ice cream is a vegetable. Veggies! I had veggies for dinner. And whole grains. Cake has flour.  Mmmm. Cake. Did I mention that it had strawberry frosting? Sigh. What was I saying? Oh yeah...So... I am back on track today. Here's what's up: Breakfast was 15 grain bread with peanut butter and Jazz Apple slices.  204 calories.  Lunch was as you see above-Garlic-Cajun shrimp sauteed in Spanish olive oil with leftover pasta salad with balsamic dressing and assorte...

...Eating like a rabbit. Ok. so. I guess I need to give you some back story. I'm not going into great detail, but something that explains some of the content of this blog, at the very least. One year ago...I had a mild heart attack. I'm 46, remember? Yeah. So...this was a wake up call of epic proportions, as you can imagine. When I was set free from tests and hospitals and cardiac rehabilitation, the cardiologist put me on a regimen of statin drugs. Putting it mildly...they are horrible. Poison. Fuck all, Poison pills that do icky things to your body and your mental state. Poison that gives you horrible body cramps, nasty sleep patterns, and the piece' de' resistance...(Tish! That's French!) Weight gain. Huge weight gain...40 pounds to be exact. And not because of over-eating...As a matter of fact, I was eating less. I was a bit of an anxious mess after the whole debacle, and as a person who struggles with generalized anxiety- (more on this later) food w...

Of many. I am 46 years old. I am  happily married. My husband is a chef-a really, really, good one. I am chubby. Ok...I'm fat. It is what it is. And this blog is dedicated to being fat...being a mom...being a wife...and being stuck in middle aged fighting. Fighting you say? Yes. Fighting against a possible diabetes diagnosis, fighting against the mirror in the Lane Bryant dressing room and all of the nasty truths it tells... Fighting against a wave of losses, and fighting the love for chocolate. But, whatever...I'm scrappy. So, read...laugh...and maybe cry sometimes. I won't judge. Ok. I might judge a little, but I promise I'll judge you less than I do myself. XOXO, Jadedgirl.