#weightwatchers #foodjournal
Breakfast: 4SP
AM Snack: 4SP
Lunch: 9SP
PM Snack: 6SP
Dinner: 6SP
One SP left… https://t.co/WgYNKwlq7n
Category Archives: weight loss
it’s not a diet; it’s a lifestyle change.
Twitter Update: #weightwatchers #foodjournal Breakfast: 4SP Snac…
#weightwatchers #foodjournal
Breakfast: 4SP
Snack: 0SP
Lunch: Indian buffet, so like a bamillion SP?
Dinner: 9SP https://t.co/odIrjVY3cX
Twitter Update: #weightwatchers #foodjournal Breakfast: 3SP Lunc…
#weightwatchers #foodjournal
Breakfast: 3SP
Lunch: 6SP
Snack: 2SP
Dinner: 15SP
Dessert: 3SP
…with 1SP left. https://t.co/VD0zKM4IMq
Twitter Update: Breakfast: 3SP Snacks: 0SP Lunch: 10SP Dinner:…
Breakfast: 3SP
Snacks: 0SP
Lunch: 10SP
Dinner: 18SP
+ tea after my son goes to bed
#weightwatchers #foodjournal https://t.co/SLw9ZL3SPz
Brain Dump
I’m one of the rare birds who keeps a personal blog about all aspects of my life, not just one. My blog is about Diana Schnuth, not about just gardening, or diet and fitness, or photography, or parenting, or any other single aspect of my life.
My blog isn’t monetized, and I don’t have a “following,” per se, outside of my spouse and a few of my close friends — and even my friends (the original intended audience) don’t read my blog as much as they used to, now that they all rely on Facebook to keep them updated on their other friends’ lives.
Basically, my blog is for me. It’s my digital journal that happens to be public.
Last year, I set myself monthly word-count goals or other blogging-related goals; this year, not so much. As a result, I haven’t set blogging as a priority, and I can tell when I look at my posts so far in 2016. They’re mostly time-related — the 15th of the month is Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day, and I always post a Year In Review sometime in January, and I post an Operation Braceface update any time I go to the orthodontist, and I like to post monthly Weigh-In updates in the weight loss category.
I rarely post about general life happenings anymore, and that used to be what my blog was all about.
So, here I am, during my lunch hour at work, with some unexpectedly free time — my normal Wednesday lunch buddy had to stay home sick with her daughter, and there weren’t any fitness classes I wanted to drop in on last-minute.
Let’s pretend that you and I are sitting in the back corner of the local indie coffee shop, watching this crazy rain coming down outside, knowing it’ll turn to snow overnight. Let’s pretend we haven’t talked in a while, and you just asked me how things are going — and meant it.
Thanks for asking.