It's been a little nuts around here the last two weeks. My refrigerator died and it took forever and a day to get a new one from the apartment manager. I couldn't keep perishables and I was too exhausted to meal plan and prep. I didn't eat whole lot for about a week and a half. On the 4th, I decided fuck it, and had Chinese. The next night I had spaghetti. Didn't track a thing. I've been trying to do Keto because I really hate tracking and it's just mentally easier. But I miss sweet potatoes and oatmeal and fruit, damn it. Even though I didn't eat a lot of fruit. I still want a fucking banana.
On a positive note, I'm off the coffee creamer. I'm using a bit of heavy cream, coconut or cashew milk, and some sugar-free vanilla syrup. It's not as luxurious as my beloved coffee creamer, but I can drink it. It saves a ton of carbs and about half the calories. Howeverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...I did buy some sugar free vanilla coffee creamer to try. It's the same carbs as the heavy cream, less fat. So it will probably suck because it won't be as luxurious. I need to play around.
I did my normal lifting routine last week, but this week I didn't work out. I spent two afternoons unloading my sister's moving truck. I bought a power tower off her, so of course I had to rearrange my entire apartment to make room for it. I also cleaned this shit out of the place. I almost cried when I put the final load of laundry away five days after starting all this nonsense. I've had two glorious days of a clean house and new refrigerator (and stove! and they are going to replace the dishwasher!!) but I get twitchy every time one of the cats uses the litterbox. I need a Roomba. I need to make sure I don't slack off. With housework, food, and exercise.
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