I've stuck to 1,200 - 1,400 daily calories. On a cheat day I will eat as many as 2,200 calories. The days before a cheat I do light fasting. I will eat 1,000 calories to have some left over at the end of the week.
No gimmicks. I am not doing keto, starving myself or gone vegan. I don't care about that crazy wrap thing, and I haven't gone broke with pricey shakes. I still love food. I've just learned to change my relationship with food. It's been a long journey. I've gotten help through my doctor, dietitian, and close friends.
I am looking forward to doing my weigh in May 1st. I've not been weighing every week anymore as I've found it to be counterproductive.
I've been learning lots of new recipes and really enjoying cooking at home.
••Banana egg pancakes••
▪Dash of cinnamon
▪Pinch of salt
Mash the bananas, add the eggs, salt, and cinnamon. Mix really well. Cook in a pan with light spray of olive oil
▪2 TBS PB Fit Chocolate Peanutbutter
▪1 TBS Chia Seeds
▪1/2 Cup Blueberries
Total Calories: 401
I am a ride or die New Yorker, but I will admit, this pizza had me asking some questions about my pizza loyalty! Lol Sooo yummy!
I get a little tired of people who assume that just because you have kids, you are automatically completely uncool, and that all your time is spent wiping babies from head to toe, giving spit baths, criticizing their every move, volunteering for PTA, blogging in your spare time, clipping coupons before crock potting a pot roast, ironing the clothes, bleaching the whites, mopping the floors, harvesting your eggs, sewing for your etsy shop, scrapbooking the little things, taking pictures of everything they do, saving for college, reading Dr. Suess, socializing at the bus stop, sweeping the floor, laughing over coffee with your jogging stroller, wearing your birkenstocks and listening to Baby Einstein.
Just because I DO THESE THINGS OCCASIONALLY.
Does not mean for one second that sometimes I don’t just want to be a kick ass girl with streaks in her hair, a ring in her nose, a tattoo on her arm, concert tickets in her purse, vodka in her fridge, a leather mini-skirt in her closet, her best single friends and a standing reservation for Las Vegas once a year with a don’t ask don’t tell policy, and the desire to just once be seen as more than the mother of 5 kids. Sometimes I just want to be seen as a “Maggie”. A “Maggie” with an extremely adorable set of children… (I joke, but sometimes it's hard to over come labels. )