Today marks the one week point of our month long change in eating habits. (I so want to just say month long "diet," but that word has such bad connotations . . . even though technically it does simply refer to the food and drink of a person. Oh, well.) Papa Pea has lost three pounds and reports he doesn't feel any different. Okay. The scale shows me down two pounds, but that small a loss could simply be the fluctuation of water retention.
Regardless, I do feel less fullness or bloating (makes me want to "moo" when I put it that way) around my middle section. Truly-duly, I'm not as concerned with the number on the scale as I am with the way I feel. Having said that, I'm now going to start to cry and admit I did find it downright abhorrently shocking (I nearly fainted) when I weighed last week for the first time in over a year, maybe longer. I mean I knew my clothing was getting tighter but Holey Moley, Hannah! Those pounds sure do sneak up behind ya and grab on when you're not looking. I should have know the situation was worse than I assumed because even my winter chore coat is snug when I zip my well-padded frame into it.
We both agree that we haven't sacrificed that much in the past week. We're still eating good food. Just less of it. ('Course, there was that waffle fiasco. Damn waffles.) The biggest eye-opener for both of us has been just how often during the day we were popping something into our mouths when it was totally unnecessary to appease real hunger. Oh, how we do fall into baaad habits.
The above was shot a couple of minutes ago standing on the back stoop looking toward the wood sheds.
We're getting more snow this morning. Probably got about 4-5" overnight with more forecast before all is said and done. We're experiencing a bit of wind with the snow this morning so are getting drifting also. Looks like winter out there. Beautiful!
The decision as to which varieties of chickens to order for this spring was made over the weekend. We're going with Black Australorps, Delawares and the Light Sussex. Whew, glad that's done. Too many different chickies to choose from. ("I'll take four of these, two of those, six of the other ones . . . ")
I made a new main dish recipe this weekend that hubby went crazy over. His exact words were, "I could eat this three times a day for a long time." It's an economical ground beef/rice/veggie skillet dish and I'll post it soon. I love finding good stovetop meals because of so many days in the summer when we're hungry as bears from working outside all day, but it's too hot to fire up the oven. Yupper, this one is a keeper.
We packed our loop trail yesterday afternoon in preparation for the new dump of snow overnight/today so I'll post pictures of that trek later today after I get a few things done first.
Chicken, Guns, and Critters
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