Onwards and Upwards
178 lbs
09.13.2011
I think the cosmos (aka the twilight zone, in which I live) is aware of the guilt my husband and I feel after ordering BBQ twice in one week. For example, on his way back to the fridge with his favorite jar of BBQ sauce, the bottom of the glass jar fell off. It fell off, through its own will, and Smoque's tanginess went everywhere (mainly his shoes, jeans, and a pillow we threw away). While washing the jeans in the sink and his shoes in the bathtub, the smell memory was that of Halloween about 20 years ago, when we used KC Masterpiece for blood. Once everything was cleaned up, we then needed to take the remains to the outside trash, but my husband wasn't wearing his soiled jeans anymore, and after twice ordering BBQ this week, I could no longer fit mine.
09.08.2011
Being without internet is the worst thing ever. We had a tech come out today and for $55 we had internet of our very own for about 6 hours. I'm back to "borrowing" someone else's for the time being, and won't be able to have someone come back out until Monday night. Bah. BAH! I am in the twilight zone.
I made a couple dinners this week - Tuesday: stuffed peppers with mushrooms, ground beef, and quinoa, and Thursday (tonight): veggie soup with roasted green beans. Everything would have tasted sweeter with legit internet. I'm just sayin.'
09.05.2011
I’m BACK! And bigger than ever. Well, by about 2lbs.
Let me run down my list of elaborate excuses for why I have A) not been in touch and B) gained some bigger bones:
We moved and this new apartment is STILL not hooked up to internet. The closest “internet café” is a McDonald’s, which I visited on a daily and at no time did I order a salad. I used those precious few moments of internet to work on game projects and continue my search for a job to pay the food bills. I stopped going there all together the day I saw a roach walk up and wave to a nice elderly couple.
But, I AM back now (on borrowed internet), and reworking the decadence to my dieting. After Atkins and whatever “Bikini Fit” was, I’ve decided to do some “healthy freestyle,” meaning: cook more and eat out less. What you can expect is more recipes, slower weight loss, and continued references to pop culture with scotch tapped connections to dieting.
For example, right now I want pizza. P.I.Z.Z.A., gimme pizza...
...add some tacos, Ole!
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