It's so much harder to exercise in the late afternoon when it's pitch dark outside already -- all I want to do is come home and eat something hot (and, failing that, anything close to hand -- that means candy this week). So I didn't exercise yesterday. I told Daniel we'd go for a walk when he got home (he'd completely forgotten about exercise -- that's how messed up we are by the time change) but it was dinner time, and before we were finished eating Alexander was asleep, and that was that. I didn't bring exercise up because I really didn't feel like going out in the cold and dark and there really wasn't a good indoors option with Alexander asleep on the sofa.
Yesterday I had my usual breakfast and I had yogurt and toast for lunch. For dinner I had one slice of pizza, and I had healthy snacks of almonds, string cheese, and about six grapes. I had milk to drink with dinner. Sounds lovely, right? I also had about three hundred pieces of candy. Sigh. I stopped counting pretty early on. Today I've already had some candy corn, and it's not even lunchtime. Usually I can at least make it to lunch.
Today we're going to be painting (but the bonus room won't be finished by next weekend -- the carpet installation is going to take too long). So maybe that will keep me from eating, and it will definitely be physical activity, even if it's not all-out exercise.
My weight is staying under Tuesday's weight, but it's not dropping any further. If each mini candy bar or candy package is about 100 calories, then 35 of them equals a pound. If I was losing 1.5 pounds a week, then I can eat at my diet level of food, keep exercising and have about fifty candy bar equivalents and maintain, right? That's an experiment I think I'd rather not try. Ugh.
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