Dear me. I am such a homebody. I love baking. I love eating. I love having a warm and cozy home.
Yesterday my sister and I tried a new scone recipe. We made cranberry orange and cinnamon sugar. SO delicious.
We each ate one last night. Okay, maybe one and a half. FINE! Two. I ate two. I was up 1.2 pounds today. ;-) And I just really can't be bothered to care. I also ate peanut butter M&Ms yesterday. But I stopped myself from eating them all and drank a lot of water. That counts for something, right?
But then, I set up this little arrangement and it was waiting for me this morning:
And it made me SO happy! Fresh coffee and scones for breakfast!? With my sister? Yes, please!!
I really just need to get some low fat recipes I guess. Or learn how to stop at one scone. I enjoy food. A lot.
Anyway, I've definitely been more stressed this week and that has definitely led me to bake more and eat more. Not super great for someone trying to lose weight, especially when everything is so stressful that the solace and immense enjoyment I get from having a scone and cup of coffee is totally worth it. Even if I do gain weight.
Still trying to find my way here. Clearly, lol! :-D
I'm not moving my ticker. It goes up and it goes down and I'm tired of fiddling with it. I moved it to 137.4, which is what my weight usually settles on. I'll leave it there until I start my next round.
I hope you're all doing well! I'm looking forward to this weekend. Josh and I are going out of town to a wedding, and we'll be kid free! I'm also looking forward to wearing my dress; it's a size 8 petite. It's snug across my shoulder blades/ribs but it's flattering cuz it has lots of ruffles on the skirt part. I'll try to take a picture if I remember.
I better be off. I had a sort of disaster with some diatomaceous earth. You can read more about that here.
I'll leave you with this.
I asked Kate why she drew a picture of me crying. (It can't be due to the fact that I've broken down and cried at least once a week since we moved back. That's too obvious.) She told me I wasn't crying. Those are freckles. Ah. Makes total sense. Everyone has freckles on their eyes, right? Right.