The End of Independence Day

So, I had a wonderful day with my family, but I had a horrible day in terms of minding my grain consumption.  I indulged in some "weight watcher's" cake (which is basically a boxed cake mix made with soda and jello instead of oil and eggs) and used a bun on one of my burgers.  I also ate some cheeto puffs.  They were literally calling my name.  I didn't eat the whole bag.  Maybe about 12 of the puffy  little balls of cheesy temptation.

But, over all, it was a good day with family and dogs.  I had the privilege of watching my daughter play quite well with my brother's girlfriend's children.  Say that three times fast! They only drank water all day (as far as beverages go) and my brother and his girlfriend were incredibly surprised how well behaved they were.  I tried to convince her to give them more water, which water and milk is about all my daughter ever drinks at home.  It isn't until she's at Nana and Granddaddy's house that she gets soda.  I want to buy a juicer eventually so that I can give her juice that I know what the ingredients are.

On another juicy note, I really want to know why Dole felt it necessary to put sugar in their watermelon juice.  I mean, for real?  Do they not realize that watermelon is adequately sweet on it's own.  Every time I eat one I contemplate the best way to eat the melon's meat and save the juice.  I wind up just shunting the seeds to the side and drinking from the plate or bowl.  No judging.

I'm really chomping at the bit to get my house emptied out of food, but I still can't resist the urge to go to the local meat market and check out the veggies the farmers deliver there (and there is so much more selection than at the farmer's market) and I want so badly to get up the courage to ask about how much their cow liver is.  I really want some liver.  Just thinking about ten pounds of cow liver makes me want to throw $2k at a farmer for a cow.  Just for the liver.. and the meat I have no place to store.

I can hardly wait for all this processed food to be devoured and gone so that I can make wholesome meals to match my wholesome breakfasts.  My husband is totally surprised about how much he enjoys having veggies for breakfast and even my daughter loves it.

Despite the slow transition, my desire to have at least one, if not two paleoesque meals a day has really started to help me lose some weight.

Fingers Crossed!