Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Death by the Toasted Soy Nut

My name has been a apart of many a Fat Kid Story (FKS) and this is just one more ...

This morning I was short on time, as a result I made myself a small breakfast of 1/3 cup of soy nuts and 1 cup of grapes, instead of my usual egg and tomato sandwich. As I ate the soy nuts on my way to work I started to feel my mouth get numb, something I experienced about a week ago when eating soy nuts but did not notice the connection. When I got to work I stopped in to say a quick good morning to my supervisor. I mentioned to her that I think I might be allergic to soy nuts (as I popped a few more in my mouth). My supervisor suggested I stop eating them...I responded like I true fat kid, No I think I'll finish them, they taste really good. My supervisor, who apparently knows me very well, pointed out that I was acting like a fat kid and I needed to stop eating those soy nuts if they were making my mouth numb and my throat swell. It wasn't so much that I was experiencing allergic symptoms, but being called out in terms that I understood that made me though out the rest of the bag. Needless to say, I had a HUGE head ache the rest of the day and thinking maybe a little lunch would help I had some hummus and pasta at Pita Jungle. I was sorely mistaken, lunch did NOT make anything better. I went home sick and got to know my bathroom a little better. So, I will not be eating any more soy nuts, even if they do taste good.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

A New Resolve...already

The battle rages on, the battle of the bulge that is. I find myself fantasizing about a particular greek salad I love, Chipolte burrito bowls, burgers, and fries with melted cheese and ranch dressing... and yet I'm surprised when I step on the weight watchers scale, and I've lost less than two pounds and in two weeks. Does just thinking about food these days add calories to your day? My husband on the other hand, well I'm not sure if I'm more proud or more jealous of his ten pound loss. But I do know that most of all, I am proud of him. I admire his self control and hope that it will rub off on me, and soon. He does inspire me to be better, and I have more resolve to do just that.