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Another day, another pound

And literally, only that much.  Well 1.4 to be exact, and another 3 inches.  That brings our total to 4 lbs (some of which had to be lost twice) and 9 inches.  We almost have our first double-digit stat!

I went in on Monday of this week and had the lady weigh and measure me.  She's never done my measurements before, so I wasn't confident in their accuracy.  I was appalled by the number on the scale.  It had gone up even more!  How could this be?  I'd learned my lesson, I was sticking to the plan.  No cheating, no Chick-fil-a biscuits, no bread or cookie with my Panera salad on Saturday at the office, what the heck was going on!?

So, I started thinking.  I looked at the back of the bottle of Mio (flavoring for water) that I had been using religiously and found the culprit.  Sodium.  About 30mg per serving to be exact. I'd probably consumed 50 servings in two weeks.  The stuff taste really good!  There are no calories, no sugar, no carbs, what harm could there be?  Well, the sodium.

I drank only real water the entire next day and went back to Curves.  The owner, who normally does my measurements, ordered me back on the scale.  She knew that number wasn't right either.  BOOM, 3.8 pounds since the same time the day before.  No more Mio for this chick.

As you know, I love BBQ.  Had it twice over the weekend.  Don't judge me, it's on the diet.  I also have a fairly new love of hot mustard slaw, where has this stuff been all my life??  Bunyans, Flo-Bama, Dick Howells, Ricks, all great slaw, by the way.  So, I thought, I need to make this to go with my BBQ chicken rather than the regular slaw.  It doesn't have mayo, so it has to be better, right?  So, I googled some recipes.  Ignorance had been bliss.  Any idea how much sugar is in a recipe of mustard slaw?  Well, a lot.  The stuff will light you up, but it's laced with sugar.  Don't fret, my pet.  I will create the perfect, diet-friendly hot mustard slaw.  Stay tuned.

In other news,  I'll be old in 4 days.  Well, not really, but I'm not looking forward to this one.  I prefer to stay 26, forever safe in the category of "mid-twenties".  Monday, I'll have a new title forced upon me, "late-twenties", ouch.  This will leave me continuously clarifying that I'm in the freshman class of that club and not a senior - the dreaded 29.

Have a great weekend, everyone!  Message me for my paypal information to send your birthday gifts!

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