Egg Salad, 66, and resisting temptation

My breakfast today was a cup of coffee...this was 'brunch'-I have a terrible habit when I'm off from work NOT eating breakfast. Which is terrible...my Dad chastizes me about it b/c what? OH it's the 'most important meal of the day'. But then my brain kicks in with 'you aren't supposed to eat if you aren't hungry'. See...alot of things work AGAINST one another don't they? So..my first cup of coffee gets guzzled.. (damn you Keurig for making it SOOOOO easy). My second cup gets sipped along with my 'brunch'..which I usually eat around 10 or so.

After I posted last week about my 'birthday goal' I made these. I went to a bunch of different websites for quotes and thought if I had a little tear off, quote a day thing, I'd get into it more. I haven't...but it was a good idea right?

This morning I woke up more resolved. Fueled by pictures that were taken of me over the weekend (barf.) I knew I had to change. I know NOW I HAVE to stick with it. I don't have a choice. I WILL hit my birthday goal...and I have 66 days to do it.

The quotes really are good...I can't help but really like the first one "Nothing changes if nothing changes" VERY true, right?

Last night I prayed (well..I pray every night, but anyway)-I prayed that I'd wake up with a drive to change. And you know what? I did. Baby Boy woke up and I nursed him, then instead of curling up and going back to sleep, I took him in the living room with me, turned on True Blood, pulled on my Shape-Ups, and got on the treadmill..I got in 30 minutes before my Toddler Girl woke up and wanted to exercise with me.

But it's 30 minutes more than I did yesterday!

I'm not sure why I opted for egg salad. It's not like it's especially healthy, OR that I especially like it. But I thought eggs='s protein, and um, I really need to do something with the hard boiled in the fridge...

mixy-mixy.

I ate it over a simple salad that I dressed with a little lemon juice, olive oil, and salt/pepper.

And I ate it s.l.o.w.l.y. and now I'm pleasantly full.

Meanwhile the bad boy below is staring me down on the stovetop...I had a LARGE piece yesterday, and I SHOULD have sent the rest home with my in-laws. I don't have the heart to throw it away...

I can't tell you HOW MANY TIMES I told myself this morning "Don't eat the cake for breakfast". The little devil on my shoulder kept whispering about how good it would go with my coffee...how much better it would taste than my egg salad...but I resisted. And then I looked at pictures of myself from this weekend again...and concentrated on feeling full and satisfied. So the poor cake will stay on the stove..and I will.not.touch.it.

In fact I should make it a point to not touch things like that for 66 days..it would be helpful to my goal...

oh and egg salad? it was good...I've never been a huge fan of it..but it was an excellent brunch and I have enough to do the same tomorrow if I want.