Maintenance or plateau

So, my last post was about a month ago and I was at 160 lbs. and that's where I am today. I guess I could say that I've reached the maintenance level, but I'm far from where I'd like to be. I've got a box of "skinny" clothes waiting for me in the closet and a half opened box of "on the way to skinny clothes". I'm at that awkward stage where my size 14 jeans are really starting to hang off my hips, but the 13's are just a little too tight for my liking (I do like to breathe). I feel most comfy in my stretchy athletic pants, they fit me just right.
I'm continuing to have my ups and downs. My exercise routine is consistent right now and I've managed not to get sick for a month (YIPPEE). I enjoy eating healthy food and then I enjoy eating junk too.
I'd really like to crank things up a notch and get down to 150, so maybe this week I'll take a serious look at my caloric intake and make sure I'm getting in my 5 mini meals and push a little harder during my exercise, you know, turn it up a notch.
Nothing to exciting, just some goals and somewhere in here the determination to reach them.

Uneventful isn't such a bad thing

Soccer season is over and Saturday I woke up feeling a little "under the weather". It was drizzly outside and there was a definite chill in the air, the kind that sinks into your skin and settles in your bones. I was a little on edge and snappy and just wanted to go to bed. We got back home from the soccer field after noon and I had to run to the grocery, with all the kids. After coming back home I ordered everyone to put them away and put myself in bed. Sunday morning I stayed home with a sick child and made a pot roast and cleaned the kitchen. Later, I made ginger pork chops and again tidied the kitchen, with some help. I am going to go to bed soon, my kitchen is somewhat in order, and that just means that dirty dishes aren't stacked all over the counters and in the sink. I get so tired of waking up and looking at my kitchen in such a state. Perhaps, I'm waiting for the morning that I wake up and little fairies have come in the middle of the night and cleaned my kitchen for me.
I've put some oatmeal in the crockpot with some water, apples, and cinnamon, so I will let you know how that turns out. Hopefully it will help me get the day going a little better.
This weekend has been rather uneventful, and I am thankful for that, I needed the rest. My weight is up two pounds, oops, must of been the pizza on Friday and Saturday. Hey, did I tell you this is a diary of a woman who is struggling to overcome her obsession of food. Are you really surprised that I gave in and had pizza.
It is so hard to make food, to mess up your kitchen, to gather your supplies, thank goodness I don't have to worry about the menu, gees that would be another thing. In a matter of minutes I can destroy my kitchen and it might take me a half hour or longer to clean it up, and by the time I've finished cleaning up, it's time to make another meal. Not to mention someone's always coming into the kitchen asking for a snack or complaining about supper, "ewww....I don't like that".
I am to put it plainly, disgruntled. The glass is empty, I'd be good company for Eeyore or Oscar the grouch. Goodnight