a new day....

I eat low carb, high fat...all day every day. But once in a while, I need to carb up. Because my son Joseph told me I should. And because I read a lot of stuff, and determined it wouldn't hurt me. Now, carbing up should be low fat and healthy carbs, like some white rice or sweet potatoes. But heck, I eat cleanly day in day out, so last evening...we had a movie night. The little girls were going to Emily's for a sleepover after activity club, and Jon was at a.c., so I was home with just Kathryn 17, Evelyn 16, Suzanne 14, and Sonja K. 13. We watched, "21 Jump Street", again, which is funny but oh so crude. Why do they have to dirty up those movies? I made popcorn...the kind in the pan, like my mother used to make, only I use coconut oil, and drizzle it with lots of butter. So yeah, I ate popcorn, and then...I ate candy. Two small Almond Joys, two Reese's Peanutbutter cups, and a KitKat. Small Halloween sized, but still. I don't eat sugar anymore. No cookies or ice cream or even bread or grains. So they were so sweet, but so good. But here's the interesting part: I felt AWFUL. Sugar rush, skipping heart, hot flashes, tummy ache. How one earth did I survive all those years eating things like that so indiscriminately?

Anyhow. I am still alive this morning, and the scale is actually down a pound. Now I know some people are opposed to scales, but I feel I need to keep track of what effects me. I also know I have a tendency for my mood for the day to be influenced by that number on the scale. But. I have decided once and for all that if I don't like the number, it isn't the end of the world, I will never ever give up eating healthily, learning more about nutrition, and trying to lose this extra weight. I just won't. I feel too good.

Tomorrow, Washington D.C.! I am so proud of Samuel, Mr. Old Guard. We'll be getting there quite late, and the hotel pool will probably be closed, but hopefully we can get in there in the morning before we go out and about. I hope the hotel has more than those yummy waffles that I don't eat, for the breakfast. I will be packing stuff just in case, but it's nice when there are at least eggs.

Charlotte Clare and Camille are SO excited to go. Their favorite part of trips is talking about it and packing their stuff. They like to count the McDonalds we pass, and spy out different license plates.

Joseph is making himself some blended coffee...coffee with coconut oil. We have been drinking pumpkin spice coffee, and it's so good. It smells like autumn.

The only good thing about when your husband is in France? Sprawling out on the whole bed and reading a good book right into the night. Having to get up in the morning isn't fun, but oh how I love reading into the night once in a while.

Paul comes home from France on Saturday, and I won't be here to greet him at the airport, Emily is picking him up. I won't get home until late Sunday.

Well, it's quiet here with the little girls at Em's house, but Jon is here and Davian is coming over soon. Jonathan and I have some grammar pages to go over, and lots of things to talk about...he has been reading the latest, "National Geographic" while I type, so we have been talking about nuclear power and other important things...