178 and banana peels

You know those old cartoons when the character would drop banana peels on the ground, and another character would inevitably slip and slid around on it - usually causing some huge catastrophe?

That's me right now. Slippin' and a-slidin'.

But, I'm here. I'm writing. I'm trying. I'm DOING.

You may remember I switched my morning skinny mocha (usually made with skim milk) to soy milk in effort to see if dairy may be my stinky culprit. I am very happy to say that since the switch, even with having 2-4 oz of reduced fat cheese daily, I have been relatively stink-free. Woh! Super discovery! So, here I am, happily drinking my skinny soy mocha and thinking I really need to look up the nutrition stats for this.

Knowledge is power, folks.

So, I am on the Starbucks website, and it just won't show me the stats for a skinny mocha with soy - I don't get it!

So, this morning, when stopping for said mocha, I ask the barista - "what kind of soy milk do you guys use?"

"It's Silk, Vanilla Soy"

It slowly begins to sink in... vanilla Hmmm...

So, I go to the Silk website. 8 gms of sugar per cup - a grande (medium) mocha being 16 oz means for the past 3 days, I have been consuming 16 grams of sugar to start off my day. This is why the stats wouldn't show under "skinny mocha" on the Starbucks menu. It's not "skinny" if there is sugar in it.

SHIT.

I am NOT going to place blame anywhere, because I make my own food choices. But I will say that for the past few days, I have had a hell of a time staying on track. Every possible craving feels like it's been magnified. I am certain that this sugary beginning to each of these difficult days has been a big contributing factor. Monday and Tuesday were not stellar eating. I am determined to make this day better.

Obviously, the Soy-faux-skinny-mochas are now crossed off the morning ritual. I needed to do it anyway - I am way too freakin' poor to be getting Starbucks. Can't go back to regular skinny mochas or my husband might kick me out of the house.

I'm not sure if I mentioned that we are taking the tribe to a pint-sized amusement park this weekend. It's to celebrate Thing 1's birthday (he will be 5 next week). I am a little terrified, Neither of these kids have been in the car longer than 1 hour and this drive is 4. It's going to be the ultimate test of patience. However, we can't NOT do things because it might be stressful at times. So, we are plowing into it. We have sacks of activities for them to do on the way there. On the way back, I am hoping they will be exhausted enough to sleep - at least part way.

On the exercise front - I have been sucking. There is no other way to put it. I am exhausted all the time and when I finally get home at night from class or rehearsal, I am too dead to even think about it. I guess the full time job, part time job, school, theater company, church choir and family are finally all catching up to me. I had high hopes when I started the semester I was going to be able to keep up my workout schedule. I have not. I can't wait till the semester is over. 5 weeks! Can I even last that long?? Projects, papers, exams, oh my!

Later, peeps!