Since going Paleo my family has fallen even more in love with our grill. Paleo and grilling just work well together. The past couple of years I've even been stepping outside my grilling comfort zone more and more. Grilling things I'd never thought to have grilled before and trying new flavor combinations. I have to say I'm pretty thrilled with the results of most of my flavor experiments. In the past I'd never have thought to grill fruit, but it's amazing. Grilling fruit and adding it to traditionally savory dishes? Brilliant. Oh yes, and? New rule: every burger recipe for the rest of forever must contain grilled pineapple. OK, maybe more of a guideline. It's a seriously delicious combination though. This Smoky Grilled Pineapple Burger is always a crowd-pleaser at my house. It's not only Paleo, but Whole30, glutenfree, lower carb, and clean eating friendly. I promise you won't miss the bun! paleo, grilled pineapple burger, smoky
This morning I got up and put on my workout clothes. Something I do most mornings because I am less likely to punk out on my workout if I am already dressed for it. This morning however I had forgotten to lay out a shirt with my workout clothes. Ugh, I did not want to go upstairs to get one and chance waking up my boys. (Quiet time in the morning is a much loved thing to me!) Dug around the laundry room and could only find shirts belonging to my hubby. So I pulled out a white hanes pocket T that I had worn sometimes right after I had my third son.
Have you ever had to do that? Wear your husband's clothes because all of yours were too small? I hated it. I have this thing in my head that I just should not fit into my husband's clothes for any reason...I'm the girl...I'm the wife! I want to look all hot chick like they show in the movies when I wear hubby's shirts; not all, gee, did this come out of my closet or yours? It was really hard and when I lost enough to fit into some of my own clothes I was ecstatic.
Have you ever had to do that? Wear your husband's clothes because all of yours were too small? I hated it. I have this thing in my head that I just should not fit into my husband's clothes for any reason...I'm the girl...I'm the wife! I want to look all hot chick like they show in the movies when I wear hubby's shirts; not all, gee, did this come out of my closet or yours? It was really hard and when I lost enough to fit into some of my own clothes I was ecstatic.
Back to my story. So I put this shirt on fully expecting it to more or less fit. And lo and behold, what do I find??? It's huge. I mean wear-me-for-a-nightshirt-swimming-in-it HUGE! I was amazed. The sleeve reaches down to my elbow and the hem almost covered my short workout shorts. I think you could seriously fit two of me in here!
I stood there in my sweet hubby's shirt and inspected myself in the mirror a little closer. I'm starting to get those little nobby things, you know, bumps on your shoulders? From the weights. Gotta say, I kinda like 'em. And I am definitely getting downright thin in 3 areas: my ankles, wrists, and around my rib cage. Hoping for that to spread to my boobs, butt, and gut, but I'll take it!
I have decided: enough of the scale freaking; I have slipped back into that more than I should allow lately. I'm not a number. The scale is just a measurement of how much fat I've beaten from my body. It's not a measure of my worth! It's not who I am. Heck, it doesn't even account for the muscle that I have obviously gained. So, I gotta say: Bite me scale, I'll take my hubby's t-shirt over you any day!
Moral of the story, changes are happening. I am making progress. And I am happy about it. Loving myself a little more this morning all thanks to my husband's T-Shirt.