Scrambled Ramblings Jan 10, 2020: A Busted Can of Biscuits
Tug. Tug. Pull.
I spent the morning tugging at my bra. Tugging at my waistband. Pulling my shirt down. Squirm squirm couldn’t sit still.
Have you ever felt like that? You knew what you had on fit, you knew it looked good, but you just felt like a busted can of biscuits?
You know what I mean…tummy a little pudgy in the waist when you bend over, bra just can’t get comfy (as if a bra is ever comfy), panties want to head up your you know what all night. Hit a can of biscuits on the counter and you’ll know what I mean. I was busted today.
But before I let myself get in one of those “as much weight as I’ve lost I’ll never be cured” fits I took a minute to jot down some notes from the previous day leading up to the biscuit busting.
- My Lost Shaker of Salt: I had eaten a to go size petite dill pickles which is zero points. But upon closer inspection also 560mg or a whopping 24% of your daily intake of sodium. Some people say there’s a woman to blame….
- Gather Round Ye Lads & Lasses: all day at work I was reapplying my EOS Lip Balm every 30 minutes to an hour. How many times did I fill my water bottle today? I was parched, I needed to fill that glass with H20 and lift it high. We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we’ll drink some more.
- There Is Unrest In the Forest: I can’t tell you when the last time was that I slept all night. Heck I can’t even remember the last time I slept more than 4-5 hours in a row. I’m at that special age where your body decides to start a forest fire on the inside that you can’t extinguish from the outside. Know what I mean? And lack of rest means inflammation. And inflammation means water retention. And that means more sleepless night wondering why the maples can’t be happy in their shade.
So you see, my busted can of biscuits is not a long term weight gain. My biscuits today were simply a recipe of salt, water and yeast. Tug, tug, pull…I’m not kneading those biscuits again tomorrow.
