Ok, so today has been a difficult day. The hubby and I are both lacking in energy and it is so easy to want fast-food or take-away when you are genuinely exhausted and can’t be bothered to cook. Although, I have come to the conclusion that the reason we NEVER have any energy is, yes, because we have 4 children under 7, but also, because we don’t eat properly. Every morning we get up and are “too busy” to have breakfast we are setting ourselves up to fail.
Sunday’s are hectic for us because as a family we go to church. Not just that though, we serve at church – I am on the worship team and my husband serves on the kids team. This means that we need to be there an hour and a half before the service starts. Yes, you may think we’re crazy for doing that with 4 children, but we really enjoy it. We love doing it, the only problem is the logistics of an early start.
This morning I showered Eden (3 months), then Judah (20 months), then Shayla-Rae (4) in the shower with me and then whilst I was breast-feeding Eden and drying Shayla’s hair, Isis (7) had her shower. So, as I headed out of the house I realised that although the children had been fed, I had forgotten to eat any breakfast AGAIN. *fail*
I weighed myself this morning, I don’t want to get unhealthy with it (mentally I mean) but just out of curiosity (I’ll need to keep an eye on this if I become obsessive) and I now weigh 135.1kg’s. 1.7kg’s less than yesterday? I fluctuate so much when I’m bigger as you’ll see.
Today I have eaten : no breakfast *fail*, leftovers from our slimming world effort yesterday for lunch, and some leftovers from another days slimming world effort (a very small plate) straight after lunch as I was still hungry…. oh and one piece of bread with butter on whilst I was waiting for the second leftovers to heat up in the microwave (see what I mean about missing out on breakfast being a bad start to the day).
For my evening meal I have had a Vishake, I desperately wanted to order some takeaway as I feel rubbish and James had taken Judah down for food and made himself something too. Just noodles which he deemed unhealthy and said I wouldn’t want, but I had to take to blogging to avoid getting take-away menu’s out.
I have drank today : a swig of the coca cola again before I ordered the hubster to remove the demon drink from my sights and he poured it down the sink for me. This may seem drastic but sugar is so addictive and I can drink a 2 litre bottle of full fat coke a day if I get into the habit of it, and that is thousands of calories right there. I then had some cranberry and raspberry juice (which is also pure sugar but I’m trying to get some vitamins into my system due to the constant illness, one battle at a time eh?) and I’ve also drank some water.
I am now going to go downstairs and continue with packing up the living room (we move in 10 days) so as to avoid the temptation to order anything. I must stress I am not hungry right now, I just feel low on energy, and I want to avoid packing. Ordering take out in this instance would be my go to move. I will pack until I’m so tired I fall asleep.
Thanks for listening to my rumblings, they have aided my avoidance of ordering food.
Lots of love