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It's free donut day at Dunkin' Donuts. Not the best tasting thing ever and def not the best thing to put in my body, but free is free and a Boston Creme at 6:50 am while driving to suburban office park hell is not the worst thing in the world.

Back to Being The Laziest Blogger Alive

Slack City, USA

Tuesday night: Had my pizza and 3 beers. We SUCKED at trivia, it was just Martin and myself and in fairness, the questions were hard and it was more that our wagering was way off. Alas.

Wednesday: Bagel with earth balance, some tea. Busted into the Reeses early, had 2. Went to Chillis and had queso and a buffalo chicken salad with 2 DCs. Gross, well the queso was good but the salad...not so much. Went to an energy saving seminar after work, had 2 slices of pizza and some water. Came home, had a yogurt and some sushi from WF. No exercise today either. Had some Werther's, those are becoming a problem.

Thursday: Ate nothing until like 1, then a banana and some DD tea. Made myself a HEC on an everything, very good. Had some yogurt and some juice/water. Ate an apple for a snack. Ed came home and whipped up some noodles with beef from the slow cooker. Then I just had some tea and some of those chocolate butter biscuit cookies and a Fiber 1 bar. That's where I am now. Kind of blah, ready for Friday.

We are going to Chez Henri tomorrow for our 5 year anniversary! Holy Crap. Feels like a decade. Just kidding, I really can't believe it's been so goddamn long. Very excited for good food and warmer temps! I need a weekend stat...and a vacation.

I am so lazy that I wrote all of this last night and didn't even post it so here is a quick follow up for Friday thus far. Wrote myself a post-it last night to wake up, run, do my arms, pack a lunch. Yeah... Snoozed twice, took a shower, barely made it out of the house by 9 [not that I'm on a tight schedule but it's Friday bitches, I want to get shizz done]. Had my HEC from finagle, consistently delicious. Had some tea, had some seltzer. Had a packet of oatmeal with a banana for lunch [I'm gorging tonight] and just had a Werther's. I'm running OUTSIDE tomorrow, mark my words. Now off to 50 degrees and my lovely boyfriend at Chez Henri. And I re-ordered good cable, I'm so typical.

I love free stuff

And as I've mentioned a bit lately, I'm turning into a bit of a dirty hippy in my old age. That being said, I read in a fellow-blog that I follow about a promo for free web-hosting space! This is awesome since it's such a useful thing taht I need, but paying for it seems wack. You have to link to it in your blog and vow for what you are going to do to make the world greener. That was horrific grammar, thankfully bad word choices don't enlarge my carbon footprint.

Ok, so I have no idea if I'm doing this right but anyone who read this, link here for good info and how-to's on getting your own space:

So here are my resolutions:

I will only print necessary documents at work, and lately that is very very little.

If I have to print, I will do it double sided.

I will also try and consolidate documents as much as possible.

I will research and purchase refillable ink cartridges for my home printer, for printing photos or projects.

I will research and purchase recycled photo paper.

I will use less post-its [already bought a voice recorder and have started using the virtual notepad in my iPhone].

I will use the front and back of papers for notes [my mom has been doing this for years!].

I will tele-commute more.

I will take the bus when I go to my local, city office.

I've started using old magazines to keep my boots upright, prop up uneven house-wares, etc. Will keep this up!

I feel better already....what a great idea! This is in-line with my personal theory that the reusable bags at Whole Foods should be free. I know people would abuse this, but it's a shame. Instead they cost a couple bucks, which isn't a lot and I've bought them but it does seem counter-intuitive. Now if only they would install a voice-box on the bags that shouts at me when I leave for the grocery store. Ive been improving though, will resolve to keep that up too!

So the above has nothing to do with food; real quick:
so far DD HEC on a croissant, a tea and some Instant Breakfast.
Had some popcorn and 5 [yes, 5] doves chocolates last night in bed. It's like a luxe hotel on the second floor of my house...what?

I totally thought I'd be the coolest 29 year-old ever

Instead it's 11:47 on a Friday and I'm blogging. Blogging about food and the Wii. And watching several episodes of Bad Girls Club OnDemand. And I just posted a YouTube video to Facebook. Yep.

Before I forget, I had an apple yesterday and did 56 minutes of the Wii Fit before bed [woo hoo!]. I was impressed with myself. The Wii Fit is fun and it gives you shit if you skip a day which is awesome. I'm still overweight, and I've gained like 3 pounds this year, whatever.

Today I slept through my work-out alarm [I wanted to do the bike for an hour to a Big Love episode] and went into Cambridge. Grabbed some Dunkies on the way, HEC on an everything bagel with a tea. Had a Fettucine LC and Diet Coke for lunch, and then a Reese's and tea for an afternoon snack instead of my yogurt [bad!]. I went for a beer with Andy and his wife and their adorable baby! Had half an old clementine while I was there, it was gross.

Went to the mall, got home a bit before 8 and had some Triscuits and cream cheese to help with my low blood sugar. I really wanted a loaf of garlic bread and a large Papa Gino's cheese pizza when I got home [1 beer and I'm ravenous] but instead I did 80 minutes of the Wii Fit [including a 12 minute faux-run, go me].

I really like when it tells me I am a fantastic runner, I confirm it out-loud each time. Ed asked me last night if I talk to it every time I work out, which I also confirmed. I am my father's daughter.

I then had a salad of baby spinach, tomatoes and mozzarella and Newman's Balsalmic - at like 10:45, bad. Then a yogurt, a little bit of garlic toast [Ed seriously ate like 98% a giant long baguette and left me a crust...such an asshole] and 3 2-bit brownies with some tea. I had some seltzer lemonade as well. That $3.69 Santa Cruz lemonade from Whole Foods is sooo good, too bad it's sooo expensive.

I'm starting to cough so I'm off to bed, super-siked to sleep late tomorrow. I have absolutely nothing to do...nothing! I need to get my life in order, or else it's going to be March and I'll be saying the same thing.

Wednesday - A brief exercise

DD HEC on onion
Tea
Tea

Chili's Work Lunch:
Chips and queso
Half turkey, salad, diet coke

Pizza
Apple
Water/juice hybrid

No trivia - boo.
Linus ninja attacked me, a-hole.

Inner Turmoil at BK

Referring to my lunch today, I'm in Cambridge and hit up the food court. Ultimately decided on BK, vacillated between the salad and the Whopper for like a good 5 minutes in line. Went with the salad! Good for me. Is salad still good for you if it comes from BK? I know I shouldn't have my ranch and my chicken and my croutons on it....but it's still salad. And compared to a Whopper or the entire pizza I'd like to consume, I think I'm ok.

Ok, so started this on Tuesday, finishing on Wednesday. What is it about the short weeks that makes the freaks come out? Associates that I hadn't heard from in weeks emailed me out of the woodwork this week. Fun times. Anyhow, I'm tired and can't look exhausted at the wedding so here we go:

Tuesday
WPF toast and 2 eggs for breakfast, DD Tea
Said BK salad, diet coke
Twix bar and tea for afternoon snack [BAD HABIT IN THE MAKING]
Pizza and 3 Raspberry Heifenweizens for Trivia
Did my arms post Trivia [yay!]

Wednesday
E. Muffin and Paul Newman cereal with soy milk, tea
Caf salad....barf, roll and Diet Iced Tea Snapple
Tea and Snickers for afternoon snack
Dinner was 3/4 of a box of Kraft mac and cheese
[does using soy milk and Earth Balance make it any better?]
Glass of riesling, only one, half a Skor bar

Dyeing my hair now, should do my arms while I'm at it.

Good night!

This never gets old

And by this I mean the Sox kicking ass and taking names in the post-season. What is up with the Angels? Their line-up is gnarly, that K-Rod scares the crap out of me, and yet the first 2 games were pretty f-ing sweet for Asshole Nation [Darling and I have christened us that, we really are invasive and obnoxious, in all the right ways of course].

One may wonder why I'm up at 7:45 blogging on a Saturday. Especially after being up until 2 for these goddamn West Coast games. Well, today is the 5k, starts at 9. I have an oddly high-school nervous feeling, like it's an SAT Saturday. I'm up early, I don't snooze my alarm, I'm eating a healthy breakfast - yogurt and an e muffin w/ butter and some tea...is that healthy? God I hope so, I am not in the mood to puke or pass out today, my weekend is very unscheduled and I'd like to fill it with relaxation and to-do list accomplishments. Feeling sick with nullify both.

So I don't think I blogged yesterday...I did have those 2 cookies and that tea Thursday night. Yesterday I started with some DD HEC on a croissant and a tea. Had Finagle for lunch, their buffalo chicken on foccacia sandwich? Delicious, even though I think they forgot my blue cheese. The focaccia was tasty. Diet coke with that. Bag of doritos and apple were complimentary [splg?] but I didn't eat either. Had a snickers bar and tea for my afternoon snack.

Ok, I had to run, literally, it's now post-race but I'll finish up yesterday. No exercise, 2 vodka-Sprites after work, some Iggy's bread and calamari [we Desfina'd]. Got home and had some pasta with Earth Balance and s&p and garlic salt. Had some juice-water, stayed up wayyy too late watching the game, till 2 and then got up at 6:40 to prepare for the 5k.

Supa Nerd

That would be my self-description tonight. After scrambling to get down to the delayed Sox-Yanks game, angsting over parking taking so long, and practically running there [does that count as exercise?] with visions of my dad putting around the TW statue muttering with his headphones on, we left in the 4th when the f-ing monsoon started up again. I think I might hate rain more than snow now. The shoveling thing sucks, but I'll be honest, I shovel like once a winter. I'm lazy and good at cleverly getting other people to do my responsibilities. But yeah, it's a tough call after this spring and summer. Hard to imagine the middle of the country is dry when we are turning into a rainforest.

I should back up: no exercise today, worked in Cambridge, had 2 Reese's cups, a DD tea and 2 bites of rotten yogurt for breakfast. Intended to just have the yogurt, the rot prompted the Reese's...I'm lying....I INTENDED to have a Finagle A Bagel that Andy was grabbing for me if they were open, but they weren't. They have been "Opening Soon" for 6 months, quickly becoming the Big Dig of round foods. Anyhow, had my yogurt as back up but my yogurt expired Sept 13, and I noticed this after consuming a good tablespoon. I think this unwilling experiment proves exactly how much even good yogurt tastes like ass.

Went to the mall and got my Mac Airport [blog from the couch! work from the couch! google from my couch! use my iphone on my WiFi! thank god!] and a Tendercrisp Salad from BK, with a diet coke and Italian dressing. Ate at my desk, I am so social. Had a mug of hot chocolate as a mid-PM snack...it is gnarly raw out. Headed home at 7 [!] only to be called by my dad and told the game was on, for 8. It was bumped to 8:30, I got there late as previously discussed. We each had a foot-long, some peanuts, split a pretzel and had a Harp. I love my dad....only he could pull off the headphones/newspaper combo at Fenway for a late September Sox/Yanks meeting. It was awful. We were losing 12-3? when we left....final score 19-8. Yeah boys! I'm sure they are just reserving their energy for the play-offs, a wise choice.

So, back from the game, soaking wet and cold, angry, I redeemed my evening! I set up the AirPort BY MYSELF. And even figured out how to do the remote thing with the iPhone BY MYSELF. And tracked down a duplicate detector for iTunes online, downloaded it and am now running it BY MYSELF. While blogging. Thus the title. Self-sufficiency is the key to happy home-ownership, so hopefully tonight is the start of a trend in the right direction. As opposed to my general persona of Helpless Sally. I'm still calling my dad if I get flat tire.

That's all, had some decaf coconut chai tea and a Butterfinger as a reward for my savvy tech skills. I'm ready for bed now, long day. On the exercise front, helping B&E move tomorrow. In the monsoon. I'm so excited to see their place though, and they are adorable, so it will be ok. Erin and I need to run around Fresh Pond entirely one day soon, the race is like a week away. Acktacular!

Boner Champ

I was initially going to name this “You’re so busted” but then I decided to go with the A-M-A-Z-I-N-G “Boner Champ”. Both are shout-outs from tonight’s wicked awesome “The Office” season premiere. Can we discuss how I love that show? It’s consistently genius. Like really genius, not like West Wing genius [which is not at all IMHO…diss!]. I seriously almost peed my pants 4 times, and when Jim proposed you would have thought someone was on the ground in front of me with 5 carats, I was filled with joy. Plus they had that cheesey Notebook-esque kiss in the rain right after, and while I never have a never will actually see or read The Notebook, I’m still a girl and a sucker for all things romantic.

Anyhoo, back to food and exercise [woo-hoo]. Hit up the DD this morning in Reading, found an easy on-off trafficless drive thru at exit 39. HEC on an onion and a big tea. Grabbed a SF Red Bull mid-morning, it was one of those days. I will be so thankful when this quarter is over. Hopefully my guys sell-sell-sell, I hate being poor. Especially since I will allegedly have a mortgage by November [wtf?!]. Had some more tea and a banana for lunch. LR and I were going to go out but it was just so busy and I had to leave at 4 to get Darling the car by 5.

Got home, had a WW Ravioli and a yogurt and some Propel. I am drinking more water and the like lately, this is a good thing. Still hate the taste, but I’m forcing myself to do it and I do feel better. Went run/walking with Erin. Not sure how feasible this 5k will be, but I have hope. I can always stop and walk some right, better than not doing it at all! Did my arms when I got home, planned to dye my hair but The Office snuck right back up on me and alas, no time. Maybe tomorrow morning, my roots are getting nutty. So instead I took a quick rinse off and made a TJs margarita pizza. And at the whole thing myself. And just remembered I have a butterfinger from CVS last night so I might hit up half of that right now with some decaf tea, WILD.*

Beyond that, ER is making me want to kill myself. I haven’t watched it since college probably but it followed the office and it’s last season so I kept it on. In positive news, it’s not nearly as awful as I remember it, but good god is it depressing. And gross, maybe cause I just ate but yuck-o, blood everywhere, weird bone fragments, sliced ligaments. And with that, I’m off to bed.

*posted this after I typed that plan, I did not elect to go with the BF or the tea. Instead did the dishes, listened to Loveline and had some diluted cranberry and seltzer. Discipline, grasshopper.

Amusee Bouche

7 years of French and I'm 80% sure I spelled that wrong. I'm apparently on a day on, day off rotation with the blog right now. Maybe the honeymoon period is over?

So yesterday I worked in Cambridge, hit up the DD for a HEC on a croissant [a good one this time!] and a tea for breakfast. A bag of Cheetos for lunch, I'm apparently a 17 year old dude. Got home early because we were supposed to look over our P&S [I'm 90 - ackk], but it didn't happen. Had some water and a LC cannelloni or something equally disgusting, I was starving and being a douche and we had plans for 8 and I knew I would never make it.

Headed over to Bart and Elena's, friends from work that we are helping move next weekend, for wine and cheese. Elena put out and AMAZING spread: melon and prosciutto, cucumbers, olives, 6 or 7 cheeses, some weird date nut palate cleansing thing, and a bunch of wonderful baguettes and breads. SO GOOD. We had some red wine with that and it was a really nice night. They are currently in Belmont which is scary-quiet. Beautiful, but I can see how that guy that wrote Election and Little Children resides there - the absolute nothingness must be quite inspiring for some people. It frightens me. After that, we had a bomb-ass apple tart from some bakery and some jasmine green tea and Italian cookies [thanks to Ed's company party!] and this Sauternes wine we brought. It's French and desserty and I love it.

Got up today, Saturday, and noted that our fridge had become as frat-like as the rest of our apartment. I am not a housekeeper, I'm actually kind of a slob - not dirty or rotting, just messy and disorganized. Usually we have food though, today not so much. So we went to Shaw's, LBS raging - I was so thankful when I was getting my ham from the deli that the butcher offered me the first slice, it definitely prevented me passing out. On our way out, you could smell the McDonald's fries. Have we discussed how I looooove McDonald's? Supersize Me was like porn, made me hungry. On the way in, I had initially tried to sway Princess into stopping, he said no. On the way out, I remarked "OMG, can you smell the deliciousness of the fries?" He could. It was well after the 11:30 weekend breakfast cut-off but I tried my hardest: while loading the groceries in the trunk I whispered "Come on, a little cheeseburger happy meal amusee bouche before breakfast? It would be so good!" He laughed, but it was a big no. Our priorities are so different. Sad.

Got home, Darling made me some fried eggs and I had a couple slices of Iggy's bread, one plain, one with mozzarella, ham and tomatoes on it. I eat the same like 9 things over and over, huh? Sad, I never considered myself cosmopolitan whatsoever but when it's glaringly obvious that you really do eat like a 7 year old [and Italian 7 year old, but still] at age 29, it's kind of weird. Anyhow, had some juice/seltzer combo, sat around for like 5 minutes and then went back to bed. I love having no responsibilities. Keep in mind, I woke up at like 10:30, and was back in bed by 1:30. And it was nice out. L-A-Z-Y.

Woke up at 3, checked my email, Ed had been out and came home. We went for a walk at like 4 over to Bob's in Meffa. Bob's is amazing, if we ever get married they are totally doing our wedding. I had never been in the actual store, I could have eaten everything. We got some sausage and a slice of pizza and and Evian for the road. Headed back, probably like a 2-3 mile trip all around? A very pleasant fall day. Grabbed some beer [Smutty Pumpkin for Darling, Raspberry UFO for me] and now we are home, hopefully for the evening. Ed is making a stew of some kind....he is a very good cook but more into meat and spice than fair little me and from the smell of it, not sure if I'll be such a fan. I may just eat more bread for dinner, maybe a yogurt. And some beer.

Blog is making me realize I drink MUCH more than I thought. Not like holic-drink, but it is interesting. Might explain more of the tummy than I initially thought it was responsible for. Can someone make healthy booze?

2 days have passed...I'm part of Generation Slack, so sue me

I am tired and backed up with life in general, so this will be brief. And I'm fixing typos tomorrow, if needed:

Wednesday
Had a gross caf everything bagel w/ a butter and lite cream cheese. Had some tea.
P brought in lunch for our mtg, half a turkey sandwich. some chips, a pickle, caeser salad and a peanut butter cookie. And a diet coke. More tea. A mozzarella string cheese stick upon going home. Went running with Erin, we're getting better. We ran most of the way to and back down the bike path in Arlington. Got home, had 3 chicken nuggets, some rice and some calamari Ed made with garlic and butter and srichachi sauce. Yum! Did my arms, watched ANTM and PR and RWRRC and took a shower. Then I went to CVS to get hair dye and and bought a Skor bar and had half...2/3...of that for dessert.

Thursday
HEC on onion and tea from DD. Brought my own tea too, in hopes of being super energized for today..didn't happen. Had a mini-cannoli, so good, mid-morning. went to the Japanese place for my chicken katsu lunch special, with miso soup, rice, shumai, salad, and california rolls. More edamame too, and a diet coke. Got home and had naan with butter and a GINORMOUS bowl of TJS berry cheerio things with soy milk. Picked darling up from a work party and had move italian desserts, some mozzarella and tomatoes and 2 chocolate covered strawberries. And some prosecco. No exercise, just tired.

Going to bed now. Work + house + almost 30 and what the hell am I doing with myself = big stress. Up to 40% optimism on the house...

Mind the Gap, part Deux

I figured I'd separate this into two since it's a long coverage period. And I kind of liked the poetic end to the last post. Maybe it's actually me that is "such a loser"? Who cares.

Today began around 10. Woke up, was going to make food, but Ed decided to make WPF french toast [awesome] and a couple of PERFECT fried eggs, he is a really good cook, I'm lucky. We headed off to the inspection [after Princess picked up his magnet mess] and went to DD for my tea. Ed got a latte and a Boston Cream, I was shocked; he confessed he was afraid he's pass out from exhaustion/hungoverness. Ed hasn't had caffeine in like 2 years? Maybe only a year, but still. This was a rarity. Latte in hand, he also was wearing what I call an REI vest and hip sneakers and we rolled up in our 2009 Corolla to our cute single family home inspection. This prompted me to turn to Darling and cry "We're total yuppies, I'm going to barf". Whatever, if yuppies have money and spend it on themselves, then SIGN ME UP. Not about to get in a big debate over the shade of Ecru and raise of text that are involved in my business cards, but I enjoy capitalism and I enjoy making myself feel better with the proceeds of said-capitalism.

Had a looooong home inspection, I wanted to kidnap the guy and bring him home - he was adorable and genuine and knew his shit and so great and helpful overall. Those people get all up in everything, it is a very thorough job. I appreciated it. There are definitely some issues....I'm curious to see what happens now, but we'll see. I feel slightly better just in the general home-buying process now having been through one and seeing all the facets of a house. I know more must occur to you after you start living in something you own but right now I feel like my brain is filled to the brim with things that need to be taken care of that never occurred to me. Never. It's nice to know what we're signing up for. It'd be nicer if this house had old-time charm and new-age upkeep and technology, but alas - we shall see. If I ever write a home-buying memoir [how boring would that be? And of all the things to wrote a memoir of] of this experience, it will be called We Shall See.

Quelled [is that a malapropism?] some of my anxiety with a slice of Nick's pizza [one of 5 shops a stones throw from possible future house] and a diet Dr Pepper. Showered up, ate a pear, and headed to the parentals. Had some red wine, Omaha Steaks pork chop and steak, daddy's mustard sauce, Yukon gold potatoes and asparagus [tops only, I'm 5], with my watery cran juice per usual. Had like 3 tbsp of diet Mint Chip ice cream for dessert. My parents are wild with the sweets lately...not. Sister got an apt with her boyfriend!! I am very happy for her and them. I like him, he has a snarky view of the world, which I adore. She has a birthday coming up, I will need to think on that one. Linus' head wound is improving, he is such a pain in the ass. My parents probably hate me for dumping him on them, I'm so irresponsible.

Got home just in time for Mad Men [actually for the last 4 minutes of Philadelphia - pass the rusty razor blades, seriously] and to put away laundry for what felt like hours [yelled at Darling for his lack of effort in that dept, no effect of course]. I was craving tomatoes, mozzarella, and oil and vinegar but Ed made popcorn WHILE I was making this up for myself [fresh toms from 5 Keane Rd, yum] and so I gave in and had several handfuls. And then my planned snack. Night time eating will be the death of me. Planning to run tomorrow, need to keep up the stamina or momentum or whatever.

I think that's it for now...Oooh, the house is <.5 miles from a Whole Foods. Ed is already imagining the BBQs. "We can walk there!" he exclaimed, upon discovery. It would be pretty rad; we shall see.

"Today is not going to be healthy"

Confirmed! Per my prediction this morning, here's what transpired.

First of all, I remembered halfway through today that I had a mini-cannoli yesterday [work Lindsay hooked it up!!!] that I need to fess up to. Seems like a hard thing to overlook, but the reluctant dieter's brain pulls amazing acts of omission. It had sprinkles and chocolate chips, as our trivia mantra says, go big or don't go at all.

So the rest of today: got to work, nuked my HEC on a croissant [so good, fully worth it], had a tea. Stayed full all AM and then went to lunch with PYV at the food court in the Galleria [sigh....not quite the Westford Chilli's/Applebees sigh, but sigh nonetheless]. I had all intentions of getting a salad at Burger King, even leaving PYV at our table [he thought ahead and got relatively healthy Thai food] and SAYING "I'm gonna grab a salad at BK, be right back". Unfortunately, somehow salad morphed into #4 with cheese and a diet coke [?] by the time I made it to actually ordering. I shouldn't play dumb, I realized in line I needed to go out after work boozing and decided that a salad would be a poor choice, I need bread and meat and fries to sop up the booze. Turns out all of the above were poor choices but whatevs. The Whopper Jr was delish, when is it not?

Headed out at 5:30 to Desfina to toast dear colleague Sabrina, who is leaving us, she will be missed. I had 2 Stoli Oranges and Sprite [such a girl] and a Corona. For some reason my brain doesn't get that ordering full sugar soda while mixed with alcohol is just as bad as ordering it plain, who knows. They were delicious but I have a headache and a sugar coma now. Had a banana before booze to help with immediate drunkenness, I think it worked. I feel silly and unable to drive but not take-your-clothes-off-and-carry-a-plastic-CVS-bag-around-my-apartment intoxicated. If you think I'm joking, you clearly don't know me so well.

Matt gave me a ride home [thanks Matt!] and I just had some water and TJ's mac and cheese with tomatoes. When one is making mac and cheese from a box, the impulse is to make it even less healthy, correct? So I added a slice of LOL American cheese to it. When in Rome... I used soy milk and earth balance instead of milk and butter, that has to off-set something.

Beyond that, the house is making my head hurt more than the Sprite overdose. I'm teetering on, "I love it, can't wait to live there, I'll have a yard and a garage!" and, pardon my French but I have perma-trucker mouth, "Fuck these douchebags, something else equal or even better will come along". BUYERS MARKET, that's all I have to say. I can feel my blood pressure rising, so I think I'm going to tie it up, change into some PJs and drunkenly fall asleep to Love Line on the radio. One day I will need to blog about my love for all talk radio. Well, NPR drives me nuts sometimes, as does Sports Talk, but needless to say, gun to head, I'd listen to yammering on the dial over music any day of the week.

No exercise unless you count booking it to DD this morning [almost breaking my ankle in process] to get my croissant before the bus showed up. And walking through Best Buy to the food court. And walking to the bar. That's all gotta count for something, right? Right??

Wednesdays are over-rated

Everyone gives them credit as the grodily titled "Hump Day" but really Wednesdays are still 2 full days from the weekends. I'm just looking for an excuse for why I didn't write yesterday, beyond the deadly Riesling-sofa one-two punch. Holy hyphens.

So yesterday work was insane again. The least satisfying kind of work day is where you spend every second of the 8+ hours doing one thing. Bonus points for when the one thing is boring and/or really doesn't matter. That was my yesterday. Breakfast was cereal, tea, a banana. Lunch was a turkey wrap with chips - argghh- and a pickle. Then I had a string cheese when I got home because of horrid LBS. I tried to run and had noooo energy so it was more like 45 minutes of spurt run/walking.

Got home from that and did my arm exercises, tried to improve my form. Took a shower and made it out just in time for ANTM, those bitches are craaaazy. Had a healthy dinner of frozen peas, garlic naan and butter, and a yogurt. And the aforementioned Riesling. Followed ANTM with PR and RW/RR challenge and the 40-47th innings of the sox game. We won't get into that.

On my way to Cambridge now, bus blogging. Got my DD in hand, drink plans for after work. Today is not going to be healthy.

I should be submitting a request for Non-Standard Pricing right now

But what's fun in that when I can blog to my heart's content?

Today followed suit with the past few, I'm blaming September [my brain and body still think I'm a student]: went to bed at 2 after not being able to sleep, slept through my alarm for 6:45, got up around 8. This is no good for any of my current priorities - getting to work on time, exercising pre-work [ha] or making myself and healthy and filling breakfast at home [ha ha]. Alas.

Per usual when I oversleep, I made my way to my corner DD. I love this Dunkins with all my heart, the staff is awesome, they never screw up and it's like 2 seconds from my apartment and at a bus stop! Today rather than the HEC, I went for my other favorite, an Everything bagel with butter AND cream cheese. This brings up another 2 reasons why I love my DD in particular, when I say butter and cream cheese a. they're used to it, and thus they've stopped looking at me strangely and b. they give me not 2 not 3 but FOUR butters. Anyone who knows me knows that butter is on my top 5 Favorite Things Ever list.

Now I will digress to a bit of a personal struggle. I really do want to be slimmer, I want to be able to run faster and longer, I want to be healthier. One would think either cutting out the CC or the butter would be a simple way to move towards all of these goals. Yet, I never do it; I need both. I think it might be genetic, a few years ago my sister actual made a paste of the combo and spread it on everything. She's awesome. Another side story, a month or so ago, I was at a separate DD and ordered my regular and got the cross-eyed look from the staff. I was feeling frumpy and gluttonous while waiting for my order until I heard my apparent soul mate behind me order a bagel with not just butter and cream cheese, but jelly too! Looks like I've found my hero.

Anyhow, I had the bagel [so worth it on a Friday after the longest 4 day work week ever] and a giant tea and have been working away since then. I have a Lean Cuisine [mehh] for lunch and an apple and ygurt as possible snacks. These are pre-emptive strikes on my part. Have I mentioned my Cambridge office [where I go 2-3 days a week] has a readily available vending machine with Reeses, Twix, Chex Mix, Fritos and Cheetos? And I've recently re-discovered that I LOVE Cheetos. I look like an Oompa-loompa in color and body shape by the time I finish but I'm so so happy.

In other news, having a girls dinner tonight with Erin and Carolyn [in from the N-Y-C], should be fun. We offered on our house last night, waiting to hear back. I am nervous and excited and scared and entirely out of my element. Glad I don't buy houses on a regular basis. Although, I have been watching House Hunters International a lot lately and have decided I kind of want an island home with a wooden [yes, wooden] tub now.

Hump Day

Naming these blogs is going to become an issue, I can sense it. Perhaps I will work out some pattern or something equally clever. I'll think on it.

So today flew by, I think on work days I'm just going to work really hard on remembering and just do one post. I cannot fuck off at work to a tremendous degree anymore and the blog will have to be a casualty of that.

Today began poorly as I slept through my alarm, as in had no recollection of the buzzer even going off period. That is bad. Thankfully Ed has some sort of internal something and whacked me 40 minutes after I planned to wake up. And it was trash day....oh how I loathe thee. So, no time for food at home. I was starving and feeling kind of gross from my daiquiri experience last night [note to self: ONE IS THE LIMIT; would I down 2 Slush Puppies in an hour, or even a month? Hells to the no.] so I stopped at one of the 16 DDs in [what will hopefully be my future town of] Medford. HEC on an onion bagel and a tea, consumed entirely while driving. They should hire me to write the frigging diet books, let me tell you.

Nothing else until lunch, I had a roast beef wheat wrap with lettuce, tomatoes and mayo, with a pickle. I like how I think the fact that the wrap is wheat negates the mayonnaise and profuse amount of chips that I include on the side. One mini-goal should be vetoing the offering of these free-with-sandwich chips at my work cafeteria. I see other people in line do it all the time, and I admire them from afar but have no idea HOW they do it. Chips are scrumptious at lunch, or any other time. Per usual, I added to this a diet Snapple Iced Tea, another thing I should move away from. They're like $2 and all these weird sweeteners kind of geek me out. Only kind of.

Moving on to other beverages with artificial sweetness, I had some Grape G2 and another hot tea for the afternoon. I love anything grape flavored. If it's slightly watered down tasting, I love it more. Not sure what's going on there, but grape Kool-Aid with melty ice cubes is what a David Duchovny look-alike will serve me in heaven, with donuts. Speaking of him, what is up? Total stunt for Showtime, I'm guessing; or maybe he's a mess. Let's hope he gets better, I'm in love with the French Bulldog and the architecture of the houses on "Californication" and it needs to continue. Note that I did not have my afternoon yogurt because I swear some motherfucker steals them. I am going to dedicate a future blog to certain irritating work types: food-stealers and non-flushers. Those of you who work in corporate America should be familiar with both. Gross.

Now for my proud moment of the day, after re-viewing our potential future abode [with my parents - fancy!], Erin and I went running! Like kind of real running, with longer stretches of not stopping. The 5k might be a real possibility. Well, I'll finish it either way but I had plans to kind of chillax my way through it and so I asked Erin tonight if we could stop while running it and she replied "Hell No". She means business. Last time she did one her time was 30 minutes so I'm told [by her] that we need to beat that. She said it like it was outrageous but 3+ miles in a half hour is sounding pretty impressive to me.

We'll see, if I have to crawl across the end I will. But I'm liking the no-stopping incentive as a Physical Challenge AND she told me if you eat pasta pre-run it really does seem to help. How did I forget the carb bonus of running until now? My dad's gone to thousands of pasta parties, we host one each year before Boston. The Good Food part of my brain and the Exercise Is Scary part of my brain are clearly as far apart as possible. This is good news, a perk to exercising, rare in my world. Although I do feel pretty good right now. I came home and even did my arm exercises and then took a nice hot shower. Hopefully I'm not too sore tomorrow because the stars have aligned and we're going running again after work.

I just ate dinner, since the night got away from me. I had one of my Ed's-already-eaten specials: about a 1/2 cup of Japanese rice with soy sauce on it and a mug of frozen peas microwaved with Earth Balance and salt. Eat that, Julia Child. In addition to the diet book, my cook book will be coming out shortly. I'm off to write my offer with a Toblerone slice and cup of tea. Exciting!!

And so it begins

Nearing the end of my 20s, I'm starting to think I should maybe get my act together in various segments of my life. One of these areas needing improvement would be the over-sized lump that my stomach has turned into, with footnotes of my 2nd and now 3rd chin. I am finally starting to concede that the blessed metabolism of my youth has finally gone the way of the dodo. The more-of-me-to-love is a result of the past few [read: 10] years of my wonderful Just-Say-Yes diet and non-existent exercise regime. It's a simple enough formula: I like food and hate moving. I am by no means morbidly obese or in any danger healthwise, but it's no fun when your pants hurt to button. Plus, I am always tired and I'm starting to resent the energy those bratty Somerville High kids that I take the bus with always seem to have oozing out of them.

So, in an effort to stick to some kind of program and yield positive results, I've decided to embrace my inner-geek and blog my getting in shape experiences. Based on my flexibility [ha] and penchant for bagels, it should be hilarious. And speaking of hilarious, the title for my blog has been inspired by our recent trip to Montreal...where we went explicitly to sleep late, eat tons of deliciousness and drink wine. Mission Accomplished overall, but back to the title:

Our first night there, after walking what felt like 3 miles [or 47 kilometers...whatever] to get the lay of the land, we wind up in this little garden level, super-cute Italian joint. Family run, the husband greets and seats you, the wife fills your water glass and brings you menus, so adorable. It was a beautiful summer night, so I had decided to wear one of those flowy summer tops that look put together but are still soooo comfy. Upon entering, Darling asks for a table for two and the husband immediately brings us over to a table mumbling in a Welcoming Old Man French/English and looking at my belly ".....yes, for two-AND-A-HALF" *smile, smile*. Ed and I look at eachother. Did I just hear that right? I'm not used to the accent yet and my ears suck. Needless to say, upon bringing us [warm!] bread and setting up our places, there is a bit more gesturing and smiling, all around my mid-section, with proud side glances over to Ed. Confirmed, he thinks I'm one and a half. Not the first time it's happened, but the first time it's had its own catch-phrase. Awesome.

Ed and and I laugh, I make some kind of obligatory joke but then I remember we brought our own wine, and a nice bottle! I will not have this guy thinking I'm willingly FAS'ing my unborn, so I know I have to let him know there is no fetus in the hizzouse. He comes over to take our orders, I unintentionally ask how big one of the pasta dishes is and he answers that it will be perfect for me and junior. That's my cue, "Ha ha ha, yeah but there's no half" and I for some reason [low blood sugar?] feel the need to further humilate myself by flattening my shirt to my stomach to back this up and then saying, "But don't worry, I still eat like one and a half". Good times all around. I make sure to bust his balls on the way out, in a gentle manner. Nice way to start a vacation; at least this gave Darling something to chuckle about the rest of the trip.

Back to now, it's Labor Day weekend, vacation is over. Today is August 30th...where the hell did the summer go? Regardless, my dear friend/running [read: walk and talk shit with occasional 2 minute jogs in between] buddy Erin and I have agreed to do a 5k on October 4th. All those motivational articles say to set something up that you have to stick to. This will be the first of little goals to be met, to-do lists work for me at my job and always worked during school, so I'll give it a shot. Plus, I have other motivating factors-
1. I need something to blog about.
2. As I type this, my 62 year old dad just registered for his second marathon of the year in San Antonio. He is like that LaFontaine? or PreFontaine? dude. If he can run like that, something must've trickled down genetically, maybe I just need to kick it off...
3. Ed, understandably, has very little faith that I'll stick to this. Proving him wrong would be sweet. Not sweet like the third of the XXL Toblerone [god bless Duty Free!] that I inhaled at 10:30 last night, but still quite satisfying.

With that verbose intro, I'm supposed to be tracking my food and exercise crap right? Here goes: I slept like shit [allergies + landlord having floors downstairs done AT 8 AM ON A SATURDAY] and was lazy so I went to DD for breakfast, per usual: a HEC on a croissant and a large tea with skim and 2 Splendas. Croissant was NOT worth it. As penance, I'm now off to sit on the bike for an hour. Last year, on a health kick, Darling went and got us a very nice exercise bike for our living room - I have no excuses! It's 85 and muggy out, so I'll watch Intervention and bike up fake hills. Living the dream.