Yesterday I got on the scales and weighed 149! Good grief, I'm gaining weight! However, it made me so angry at myself that I'm truly motivated to cut back on calories. Now I'll succeed.
Around the time Cliff retired, I decided we should do the main part of our grocery-shopping one day a month, and we did this for over a year. Somewhere along about that time, Cliff decided he wanted to eat salad every evening for supper. He still does that, by the way. Well, it finally hit me that we were having to make at least one trip a week to the store to get tomatoes, lettuce, and whatever else I was going to put in his salad, and trying to buy enough groceries for a month was a big hassle anyhow; we'd go to one store and another for various things, hit the feed store for the cows... by the time we returned home, I was exhausted. I would end up with too much of this and not enough of that, and if I'd forgotten anything, it was another trip. Yeah, it was a great experiment, but it didn't make sense and it was wearing me out. So now we go to the store once a week like everybody else.
|my favorite coffee cup|
Now, in the process of doing this entry, I came to realize there's a reason why these cups are the ones I use. I like the lobotomy saying on cup number one, so it would probably be my favorite no matter what. But here's the thing. Cliff drinks his coffee black, while I use creamer. These three cups are so dark, it's hard to tell when they're full, if you're pouring black coffee. I always put a spoonful of creamer in my cup and then fill it, so it's easy to see the lighter shade of coffee in dark cup. And that's what started me using those cups.