Weekly Weigh-In: That Damn Peanut Butter
When I woke up this morning, I instantly knew the scale would show movement in the opposite direction. My bad knee swelled during the night. That along with incredibly sore abs and arms from my new upper body training meant I’m retaining some water.
When I walked into my Weight Watchers meeting I expected to be up a pound. Not the three the scale showed.
Confession: It’s not all water. I think the peanut butter has something to do with it too.
Our Old English Sheep dog has to take a pill with every meal. To make sure she actually eats the pill, we smear it with peanut butter.
The first time, I finished a workout and I needed to eat something. So, before I prepared the pill, I dipped the spoon in the peanut butter jar for some quick protein. Well, over the course of the week, that little dip turned into a full-blown peanut butter monkey on my back. Before feeding Peekabu, I would take a little taste…or two. OK three, no four tops.
I just couldn’t help myself.
Well that’s not true. I could have, but it tastes so good when it hits the lips.
I think I need to let the husband feed the dogs for a while.