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I’m up 1.6 lbs this morning. I ate 1674 calories yesterday…found a website that has a calorie counter and food finder http://caloriecount.about.com/cc/account/flog.php . It makes this calorie counting thing a bit easier.
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I made sure I got a good intake of veggies yesterday. I might have eaten too many peaches. My evening snack was peaches and cream so that might play a role in the gain. I stayed away from cheese yesterday but did use some heavy cream, about 5 TB spread throughout the course of the day.

I guess you don’t want to hear me continue to rant about how frustrated I am at trying to stabilize in P3 so I won’t say it again, however, you will know it is implied from here on out. I guess I’m just going to keep trying by adding and subtracting foods, trying to get enough calories, the right amount of veggies and protein. OH! And yes, I added pecans yesterday. That could very well be the culprit since I didn’t have the wherewithal to stop at the equivalent of one USDA serving, not at two or even three and having said that, I won’t continue to say, but, I will say that it was figured and carefully recorded into the day’s calorie and protein count.

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Here’s a funny story just cuz.

I have this purse that has this little pocket on the outside. It is where I store spare change, my keys, and my itty bitty kroger card (because I refuse to carry such tag of consumerism on my keychain). Now this wee pocket is lined inside with fabric as the rest of the inside of the purse. Iin Kroger the other day, after carefully shopping for P3 compliant vegetables, I went to dig out my Kroger card from the wee pocket. Here I stand at the do-it-yourself checkout stand with purse on shoulder as I am digging and digging into this wee pocket for my card but it’s not there. My fingers searched and explored pushing onward and I noticed my hand was further into that pocket than it had ever been before. It felt different too, instead of the fabric of the purse liner, I felt leather, and seam allowances, lint, and crumbles. Oh my! I had pushed through the liner of my purse into another dimension! My arm disappears further and further into this wee tiny pocket, snaking around the inside of my purse, tunneling through the depths below the inner liner all the while hanging from my shoulder. I just wondered what the guys watching the security camera were thinking. I began to pull out long missing objects – quarters, unused teabags, toothpicks! And then it struck me, it was like a porthole, a wormhole where my things were disappearing to another dimension inaccessible from my own unless I too would enter that porthole, like the wardrobe in “The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe”. Yes, it was very much like the wardrobe. The pocket was dark and full of stuff and I had to make my way through all of that and then was surprised to experience new sensations as I pushed beyond where the bottom should have been. The wardrobe was dark and full of coats and the children pushed through those until they found themselves in a world of new sensations, of trees and limbs brushing their faces instead of fur coats.

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I began to laugh aloud in the brightly lit and busy grocery store tickled at the absurdity of how I had a wardrobe in the bottom of my purse, a wormhole, a porthole to another dimension. Just about then, within the depths of that strange new world, I recognized the small piece of plastic containing the holy barcode. Still giggling like an idiot, I ran it over the scanner as the robot voice piped “Welcome, Kroger Customer!” I decided such a terrible story must be shared with the world.