Meal Magnolias

Breakfast:

*Muesli mix: 1 packet (two bars) crushed up Nature Valley Oats N Honey granola bars, blueberries, wheat germ, slivered almonds, 2 tbsp of plain yogurt and a drizzling of honey.

Lunch:

*Wrap: Flat Out Light Italian Herb wrap, ½ a can of tuna, mustard, 5 bread & butter pickles, romaine lettuce, 1 LCL wedge.
*Handful of baby carrots

Snack:
*Gala apple

Dinner:
*sautéed yellow squash and zucchini
*Chicken melt: toasted Arnold’s Sandwich Thin, honey mustard, stringed-string cheese melted on top!
*Can of V8

So, The Family arrived today. I was getting kind of nervous at the airport and I had to repeat to myself over and over what I had written (my On The Lam post) the other day. It helped.

Um, also, can I point something out? When we got their luggage and started to go towards the car, the Matriarch said “…and I’ll get my big be-hind…” and then when we were in the car driving home she was telling us how she had to walk a ridiculously long way from the terminal to baggage claim, and then added “but it’s not like I didn’t need it”

I thought to myself, self-deprecating humor is one thing, but this felt like something else entirely. And, I’m not sure how to explain it, but something clicked and then I didn’t worry about if she was going to try and have a “talk” with me about my weight. She’s just as critical of herself – and I don’t mean to say she’s critical of me, but…I guess that she was criticizing her own fitness/body, it made me feel like I wasn’t the only recipient of that kind of attention. Like, it wasn’t just me.

It also made me SO appreciative of the weight-loss blogs that I read and how positive everyone is. (Speaking of which, thank you for the comments on my weigh-in post today! I Less Than Three You. - <3, get it??) And even when the humor is self-deprecating, it’s still very clearly done from a place of nurture; I think, anyway. And that’s really the way it needs to be done. You don’t need to beat yourself up or say mean things about yourself – in the long run that isn’t helping anyone.

PS: My dad makes the world’s best grilled cheese sandwich. And he made them for my mom and The Matriarch when we got home from the airport. My god, the smell. Heavenly. I wanted one so badly, but I had already had my dinner before we left. But YEESH it was tough to say no, and then also tough to keep myself from eating something else to compensate. And it kinda feels like it’s getting tougher and tougher to keep making the right choice.

PPS: No exercise today. But I have nothing planned tomorrow, so I definitely want to go to the gym.