I blame it on the stress

I have gained 10 pounds since February 3rd.  I know the date because that is the day we met with our realtor to list our home for short sale.  Multiple offers, above asking.  We thought we would have more time.  I read article after article about how long it took people to sell their home.  That they didn’t pay their mortgage for months and months.  I guess we were the lucky ones.  We closed in 11 weeks.  My realtor was ecstatic, we were not.

The list of to-dos was overwhelming.  Look for a job, go on interviews,  pack, have a yard sale, create a new budget, do our taxes, find an apartment, sell some furniture, have another yard sale…

My “cheatends” became my coping mechanism for everything else that was going on in my life.  Sharing a large pizza, eating a 9 in cheesesteak, trying out the new burger joint, McDonalds for breakfast, eating an entire box of Nut Thins in one go.

My Monday through Friday didn’t change, except I started my new job on April 1st.  Which actually put me in front of a desk for 6-8 hours.  I think my butt didn’t know how to react to that.  I did add another workout to my schedule, but I started slacking on my weight lifting.

I stopped weighing myself daily because I didn’t want to accept what was happening.  I don’t think anyone else has noticed the extra pounds, except my husband.

I stood in front of my mirror naked today and decided that I am not going to accept this new version of me.

I have learned new ways of coping with stress.  I preach it daily.  I know how to break this weekend habit.  I did it for over a year.  I know that I can’t eat whatever I want anymore.  My body tells me this every time I put that crap in my body.

I am blaming it on the stress.  We have gotten through the worst part.  I found a job, we sold our house, and we moved.

Now it’s time to focus on ME again.

 

 

 

 

Thursday night dinner/dance party

It’s the same thing every week.  I leave for Jazzercise at 6:35pm.  Class is from 7-8pm.  After class I stand in the parking lot and chat with my friends.  I then rush home to shower so we can start the dance party.  I mean dinner.

While I am at class, Jamey creates a playlist and starts prepping for dinner.  Black beans warming on the stove and a tortilla waiting to be toasted in the toaster oven.

He turns up the tunes and I start making the omelette.  It’s always the same.   I turn on the stove to heat up the pan.  I crack the eggs in a bowl and whisk them with a fork.  I then add fresh cracked black pepper and whisk some more.  I add butter to the pan and swirl it around.  Its a non-stick pan so it doesn’t really need the butter but I like the flavor.

I forgot to mention that we are jamming out to the tunes.  It’s a dance party.  So there is some booty shaking, head bobbing, a few Jazzercise moves and I don’t know how to describe what it is that Jamey  does.  LOL!

Now I add the eggs to the buttered pan and sprinkle some garlic powder and more black pepper. Then I start cutting up fresh baby spinach and adding it to the top of the eggs.  Still dancing.

Now it is time to flip the omelette in half.  Still dancing.

Tortilla is done.  Jamey always adds too much butter and I have to tell him to ditch the rest.    (happens every week)

One last flip on the omelette and we are ready to plate.  I cut the spinach omelette into 5 even portions and then I scoop six tablespoons of black beans on top of the tortilla.  Still dancing.

When the song ends, it’s time to eat.

The best night of the week!