That's what I'll attempt to do right now. It's been a busy week, work is nuts, the house is exhausting, it's started to get cold. Bleechhhh.
Sunday: Sox lost, c'est la vie. No wine, I was good.
No running all week....wahhh-wahhhh
Monday: WFH, 2 eggs and some toast and tea
More pumpkin ice cream. Ed ate the chipwich I bought, seriously?
Tuesday: WF, 2 eggs for breakfast and toast, I think? Tea.
Salad and bread and butter for lunch. Salad was gross.
Trivia had 3 Raspberry UFOs and 4/5ths of my pizza.
I miss my sister at trivia, she's been lost to suburbia.
Wednesday: Dentist for a filling, had a banana before, giant DD tea after.
Couldn't eat until like 2, had a HEC on a finagle everything and a diet coke. YUM.
Camrbidge in the afternoon, I think I had a yogurt?
Did an hour on the bike during ANTM and my arms.
Arms were harder than before, you really need to keep up on exercise.
Rice for dinner. Made some butter micro popcorn too for TV.
Thursday:
Westford. I don't remember breakfast, cereal or eggs. Tea.
Grilled cheese and tomato with chips for lunch, and a DDP.
Had an apple on the ride home. Ed made chicken and rice for dinner.
Had 2 of my hidden Tahiti cookies for dessert. They are bomb, excellent new discovery.
Must keep them hidden in the guest bedroom from princess, at all costs.
Friday:
Finagle Everything with butter and cream cheese. Which they totally over charged me for but which I took as a lesson to a. not eat these as often and b. buy my own goddamn bagels, butter and cream cheese. I will be a homeowner in 6 days and I need to get a hold of my finances. I hate that I don't speak up for myself in situations like that, instead I quickly talk myself into deciding it's a tip and Finagle needs the money more than I do. Good god, horrible logic. Had a tea, and a LC panini for lunch [chicken pesto - gross] with PS seltzer. We had our earnings announcement meeting in the afternoon, had 2 teeny glasses of wine, a couple mini pastries, half a roast beef sandwich and a roll and butter. Booze = instant carb cravings for me, wtf?
Went out for dinner last night with Erin and Carolyn and Erin's sis Laura. Hit up Tacquiera La Mexicana, it was ok. The pear sangria was delicious, the beef burrito, ehh. Chips and salsa, always good. I don't think they liked it as much as Darling and I do, but I also feel the quality last night was not as awesome as it usually is. And they kept leaving the door open [it's almost November!!] and a bad band was setting up. So much for ambiance. Came home, gave Ed the rest of my burro [it was huge] and we each had 2 double choco mint Milanos [also hidden].
Today so far, woke up at 10:30 [YES] and Princess had already gone to Shaws and then made blueberry pancakes, eggs and ham and a bowl of fresh strawberries. I am lucky. I will have some tea now and then I think we're going paint color picking. ACCCKKKK.
Showing posts with label mexican. Show all posts
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Saturday, October 25, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Is it bad that I'm eating Ben and Jerry's while typing this?
Is it worse that it's Saturday night at 10:17 and I'm blogging? You decide.
So I was successful with my hour on the bike, I tuned into MTV's new show, Busted instead of Intervention. MTV puts crack in their TV, I swear. I am a college-educated, professional, late-20 something, who grew up in a good home, without real cable, and I will sit in front of a Making Of The Band marathon like there is no tomorrow. Busted is awesome, it's COPS for the under 25 crowd, lots of pot and DUI citations, lots of dumbasses, love it.
I biked and then did my poor form arm exercises. With an old Cosmo Girl article and Ed's help, I made up a regimen of 6 arm exercises. At this point, I'm happy just to be doing them. Darling commented the other day that my form is crap and offered to help me fix that. I told him thanks but I'm going to hold off until I get more accustomed to doing the reps [15 each for each arm, sadly that's a lot for me], then fix my form. Right now between that and the bike, I am utterly exhausted when I complete them and that is enough for me.
As bonus points, I walked to and from Davis to pick up some dry cleaning. I resisted the urge to pick up a loaf of When Pigs Fly bread, a.k.a. my weakness. Instead I had an apple early afternoon and some Poland Spring seltzer. Then I made some diced tomatoes and mozarella with oil and vinegar and spices on it [so good] when I thought we weren't doing anything for supper. Of course, then we decided to go get mexican at La Tacqueria Mexicana [apologies on that spelling], which we did. I had a chicken quesadilla and some rice and beans and an ass-load of chips and salsa to pre-game. I also had 2 fruity margaritas, these are the real thing not the 100% corn syrup frozen margaritas, but I know booze isn't the best thing for rapid weight loss. I'm at a point now where I enjoy my cocktails, and I'd like to keep them in my life. We shall see; Darling always says the best way to lose weight is to stop drinking for a while.
To set this indulgence off, we walked there and back, which is probably a mile each way. To further set that off, I had intentions of hitting up JP Licks for a cone on the dog path. I vetoed this, some creeps have been harrassing yuppies on the path lately and STEALING IPHONES. I can't imagine what I would do if some motherfucker got a hold of mine, so I'm steering clear for a while. Instead, got a pint of Half Baked at Dillip's and rationed myself out a very small portion. Yeah, self restraint!
Tonight's plus: I stopped to get a water on my way home and a fellow patron commented that she "loved my hayh cullah". She was sweet, I blushed and thanked her. Then on my way out, I heard her say to the clerk "Yeah, you'll staht seeing all the students back around now". She thinks I'm 20, maybe even 18: YES! Black hooded sweatshirt, works every time.
Tonight's wahhh-wahhh: Arrived home to a darkened house [Darling is off at a party, I'm anti-social]. Wandered barefoot into the kitchen to get a spoon and mug for the B&J. Upon closing in on the light switch, I stopped short upon seeing what looked like an odd dark little shadow on the floor. Thought to myself - sarcastically- "Ha, it's probably a dead mouse, I hate this place". Well the lights go on and Yahtzee! The welcome wagon is here in a tiny lifeless grey body, gross claws and little teeth blazing. We seriously need to move. Until then, flip flops on at all times.
All in all, the Sox won. It still feels like summer. I'm in the middle of a 3 day weekend. I have a pile of magazines and bad cable waiting for me. Barbecue with my parents coming up on Monday. Life is good.
So I was successful with my hour on the bike, I tuned into MTV's new show, Busted instead of Intervention. MTV puts crack in their TV, I swear. I am a college-educated, professional, late-20 something, who grew up in a good home, without real cable, and I will sit in front of a Making Of The Band marathon like there is no tomorrow. Busted is awesome, it's COPS for the under 25 crowd, lots of pot and DUI citations, lots of dumbasses, love it.
I biked and then did my poor form arm exercises. With an old Cosmo Girl article and Ed's help, I made up a regimen of 6 arm exercises. At this point, I'm happy just to be doing them. Darling commented the other day that my form is crap and offered to help me fix that. I told him thanks but I'm going to hold off until I get more accustomed to doing the reps [15 each for each arm, sadly that's a lot for me], then fix my form. Right now between that and the bike, I am utterly exhausted when I complete them and that is enough for me.
As bonus points, I walked to and from Davis to pick up some dry cleaning. I resisted the urge to pick up a loaf of When Pigs Fly bread, a.k.a. my weakness. Instead I had an apple early afternoon and some Poland Spring seltzer. Then I made some diced tomatoes and mozarella with oil and vinegar and spices on it [so good] when I thought we weren't doing anything for supper. Of course, then we decided to go get mexican at La Tacqueria Mexicana [apologies on that spelling], which we did. I had a chicken quesadilla and some rice and beans and an ass-load of chips and salsa to pre-game. I also had 2 fruity margaritas, these are the real thing not the 100% corn syrup frozen margaritas, but I know booze isn't the best thing for rapid weight loss. I'm at a point now where I enjoy my cocktails, and I'd like to keep them in my life. We shall see; Darling always says the best way to lose weight is to stop drinking for a while.
To set this indulgence off, we walked there and back, which is probably a mile each way. To further set that off, I had intentions of hitting up JP Licks for a cone on the dog path. I vetoed this, some creeps have been harrassing yuppies on the path lately and STEALING IPHONES. I can't imagine what I would do if some motherfucker got a hold of mine, so I'm steering clear for a while. Instead, got a pint of Half Baked at Dillip's and rationed myself out a very small portion. Yeah, self restraint!
Tonight's plus: I stopped to get a water on my way home and a fellow patron commented that she "loved my hayh cullah". She was sweet, I blushed and thanked her. Then on my way out, I heard her say to the clerk "Yeah, you'll staht seeing all the students back around now". She thinks I'm 20, maybe even 18: YES! Black hooded sweatshirt, works every time.
Tonight's wahhh-wahhh: Arrived home to a darkened house [Darling is off at a party, I'm anti-social]. Wandered barefoot into the kitchen to get a spoon and mug for the B&J. Upon closing in on the light switch, I stopped short upon seeing what looked like an odd dark little shadow on the floor. Thought to myself - sarcastically- "Ha, it's probably a dead mouse, I hate this place". Well the lights go on and Yahtzee! The welcome wagon is here in a tiny lifeless grey body, gross claws and little teeth blazing. We seriously need to move. Until then, flip flops on at all times.
All in all, the Sox won. It still feels like summer. I'm in the middle of a 3 day weekend. I have a pile of magazines and bad cable waiting for me. Barbecue with my parents coming up on Monday. Life is good.
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