So … to say last week sucked would be an understatement. Today? Even worse than last week.

Last week I was busy and frantic and stressed trying to figure out how to make job/school/life work together. It always happens the first week of classes, so I expected it. Today, though, I’m just flat-out sick. So far I’ve been asleep far more than I’ve been awake, for sure. I am just enough a hypochondriac to believe I have the swine flu, so I’ve been moaning and whining and planning my funeral all day.

Jon made (almond flour) pancakes and bacon again this morning. The pancakes were as good as before. The bacon, though, was NOT. The meal was spontaneous – and cooked too early for our local food co-op to be open – so he had to go to a nearby grocery store and buy regular bacon. I never thought I’d turn into a food snob, but I swear I could taste a difference. Way too salty.

We did a little grocery shopping mid-morning. Came home and Jon made lunch while I slept on the couch. (Note: I am rarely afflicted by an illness that affects my ability to eat.) Homemade nachos, per my request. Chips, pepperjack cheese, lettuce, olives, jalapeños, homemade guacamole, sour cream.

I slept the rest of the afternoon – either on the couch or in bed. I think Jon took advantage of me being out of it and watched some (violent) movies he’s been saving on the dvr.

As usual, he made dinner, too. He was a little worried about this meal since it was a little different than the standard version, but it was FABULOUS – as always. He feeds us well. And he’s adorable, too.

Tonight’s dinner was a variation of chicken parmesan, but with peppers and onions and mushrooms and no noodles on the side.

He coated the chicken breasts with almond flour and fried them in olive oil.

Put them in a pan.

Chopped up the onion, peppers, garlic, rosemary, mushrooms, etc. and cooked them – then added the jarred sauce we prefer.

He poured all of that over the chicken and added the cheese. He used up the last of some asiago cheese we had leftover from our recent trip to NC … and he threw on some grated parm … and the mozzarella, of course.

I SO miss my little camera that I knew HOW TO USE. My pictures aren’t so great lately and it’s because I don’t know what the hell I’m doing re: lighting/flash.

I never would’ve believed that I could eat like this and lose weight (was pretty phobic about oils and cheeses) – but uhhh … I do.

I think I’m going to give up adding everything to fitday. I might do it here and there, but it’s annoying and time consuming and is something I can cut to make my life a little easier. I don’t really feel as if I need to do it. I’ve been doing this weight loss thing long enough to know what works for me – food-wise – and what doesn’t.

No exercise today – unless walking from the couch to the bed and back count.

Tomorrow I’m shopping. There is no way around it. I had to attend a swearing-in ceremony last week where I was sworn in by a state Supreme Court justice while wearing pants and a jacket that were two sizes too big. My big worry wasn’t that I’d screw up repeating after him while people watched (which it TOTALLY should’ve been), it was that my GD pants would fall down. Ridiculous. I hadn’t worn the suit in a while and it just didn’t dawn on me that it wouldn’t fit. Not sure why I didn’t take it out/try it on last weekend when we cleaned out the closet … I guess I thought it would fit even though I’ve had to replace ALL OTHER work clothes. I know I’ve said this before, but I swear my own stupidity never ceases to amaze me.

The whole clothes thing definitely confirms that even though I’m no longer losing a lot of pounds per week, my body is changing/shrinking.