Today was INSANE at work. I get super hyped up and neurotic about stuff, but today was nutty. I had cocktail plans for 3 and when I was finally freed from my desk, it was 6:30 and everyone had already gone home. I think the kids would remark this :(
Today started ok, I was slow but after 4 days of working this is par for the course. Plus it got damn cold damn fast this fall. I don't believe in global warming [and so begin the haterade comments...oh wait, no one reads this] per se, other than duh the planet is warmer and more polluted because there are WAY TOO MANY FRIGGING PEOPLE. But I do definitely see a shift in weather, I like cycles of things and assume we're heading into so weird cycle. Maybe one where Boston mimics a San Diego like climate at all times, for the next 50 years? I'd be siked.
Anyhow, I woke up on time so made myself a ham, egg, and cheese on a WW mini-pita [mini-pita!] and had some watered down juice. More watered down juice at work, I was thirsty. And a tea. I love tea. I didn't have much use for my trip to England 10 [good god] years ago, but I do appreciate that it taught me the value of a tea and some kind of chocolate candy combo. I like a Twix the best, or some really creamy and yummy Grade A chocolate.
I busted ass until I finally ate lunch at like 2. Oh and I want to point out that I didn't take any free pastries from a meeting this morning, even though I kind of really wanted to. Had a Lean Cuisine, bought a bag of Cheetos. Ignored said-Cheetos when free Doritos became available. Had those with a beer at my desk between 5 and 6. Left the Cheetos for next week, I'll forget about them and be filled with joy when I show up in Cambridge next week. It's the simple things.
Waiting for Princess to come home from band practice to see what's for dinner. More than likely, he already had Vietnemese with his fellow musicians and I'll be SOL and make Japanese rice and frozen peas and/or a bag of Microwave popcorn. And I don't have any wine...that's no way to start a Friday night...hmmm.....
Friday, September 12, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
"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??
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.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Trivia Tuesday
While I loathe Mondays, I luuurve Tuesdays. Not because I get assaulted at work with all the emails a. from people who were out/shunning me Friday and/or Monday and b. from people who weren't out but should've sent them prior to 4 pm today so I could actually help them, and didn't. Thank god my mom doesn't read this blog because that last sentence was a grammar nightmare. I'm also noticing it's difficulty to type. You know why? Because it's TRIVIA TUESDAY which means I'm 2.5 sheets to the wind.
I go to trivia at Olde Magoun's on the Somerville/Meffa border each Tuesday with a revolving cast of characters. I was originally recruited by my colleague/friend Andy who went with his friend Matt. They were really good except for the fashion/beauty/pop culture/celebrity divorce questions -AKA the Pink Pie in Trivial Pursuit. This is where I came in. What I lack in useful knowledge about science or geography, I make up for in knowing Halle Berry's first husband's name [former Atlanta Brave David Justice, and he hit her - allegedly].
We worked as a team of 3 for a while and I invited my sister and she is wayyy more popular than I am so she actually came WITH PEOPLE. Andy has since had a baby and Matt's job is nuts and he's getting married [grown-ups], so they don't attend so often anymore but generally each week it's myself, maybe Caroline, her friend Martin almost always, and her other friends Paul, Mike and Jay come in as they can. They do Improv Practice on Tuesday which is awesome but I'm sad it conflicts with our big night. Sometimes C's delightful boyfriend Brian even joins us, all the way from the NH. That is a trooper move, if anyone asked me to go to something in NH on a Tuesday night and drive back and go to work the next morning I'd show them to the nearest bridge and then push them off.
Anyhow, I love trivia. The host is great, the bar is great, the questions are never too easy. I even wrote a glorifying Yelp review about it -which the host now totally knows about, scoring us brownie points. Some a-hole out of towner called him a Douche on Yelp, and he is so not a douche, I had to defend him. Fun times all around, I genuinely look forward to it and enjoy myself even if we place a miserable 15th or whatever we did tonight. We lost it in the 4th round...anyone ever heard of Mr Bill? Apparently some old SNL skit with a key nemesis. Sue us for not knowing the nemesis' name. I'm already excited for next week though, this is the beauty of it.
Part of the highlight of Trivia night is that I get to be excessive food and beverage-wise. The scale indicated I lost like 4 lbs this morning and I guarantee I just put it all back on in the past 3 hours. I have 98% of an entire margarita pizza [they make it Napoleon style on a BED OF LIGHTLY SPRINKLED SEA SALT, can you really blame me?] and 3 beers on average. This was tonight's menu, a whole pizza, a Raspberry UFO and 2 Sea Dog Blueberries. For those of you with little to no deduction skills, I don't like beer unless it's fruity. I also had a bite of Martin's Fireside Dip which is an item I would order again in a heart beat. As Rachel Ray would say, YUM-O.
So yeah, beyond that: Sox ate it at the last minute, booo. Had cereal per usual, a banana, some tea. A grilled cheese and tomato and veggie soup with a Snapple Diet IT for lunch [Westford again...groan]. I had a pounding headache by the time I got to the bar, but I washed down two Advils with my first beer [note to kids: don't do this]. No exercise, just the walk to the bar [such a sad sentence]. I meant to get up early and slept through my alarm, again [thanks Ed]. Had another lovely night of up at 3 with neurosis and back to bed at 4. Awesome. The I was at work from 8:45 until 7:20. Not recommended either. Hopefully it pays off.
Speaking of paying off, the house is whatever; I'm so over this process. I feel like we're behaving so reasonably and being accommodating. To be honest, I'm acting with a tenth of the insanity, vigor and obstinacy with which I'd want to act if left to my own devices [thanks to the advice of Darling and other parties]. These people are difficult. Let's hope it's worth it, otherwise, I'm hitting the road STAT. It makes me sad to think of but sometimes enough is a enough. Offer was accepted but I'd say due to other circumstances, it's a 30/70 shot, 70 being we don't wind up living there. Not to be Pissy Sally but that's how I feel right now with all of that.
Ok, I'm tired and it just took me a good 6 minutes to fix all those typos. Good night!
I go to trivia at Olde Magoun's on the Somerville/Meffa border each Tuesday with a revolving cast of characters. I was originally recruited by my colleague/friend Andy who went with his friend Matt. They were really good except for the fashion/beauty/pop culture/celebrity divorce questions -AKA the Pink Pie in Trivial Pursuit. This is where I came in. What I lack in useful knowledge about science or geography, I make up for in knowing Halle Berry's first husband's name [former Atlanta Brave David Justice, and he hit her - allegedly].
We worked as a team of 3 for a while and I invited my sister and she is wayyy more popular than I am so she actually came WITH PEOPLE. Andy has since had a baby and Matt's job is nuts and he's getting married [grown-ups], so they don't attend so often anymore but generally each week it's myself, maybe Caroline, her friend Martin almost always, and her other friends Paul, Mike and Jay come in as they can. They do Improv Practice on Tuesday which is awesome but I'm sad it conflicts with our big night. Sometimes C's delightful boyfriend Brian even joins us, all the way from the NH. That is a trooper move, if anyone asked me to go to something in NH on a Tuesday night and drive back and go to work the next morning I'd show them to the nearest bridge and then push them off.
Anyhow, I love trivia. The host is great, the bar is great, the questions are never too easy. I even wrote a glorifying Yelp review about it -which the host now totally knows about, scoring us brownie points. Some a-hole out of towner called him a Douche on Yelp, and he is so not a douche, I had to defend him. Fun times all around, I genuinely look forward to it and enjoy myself even if we place a miserable 15th or whatever we did tonight. We lost it in the 4th round...anyone ever heard of Mr Bill? Apparently some old SNL skit with a key nemesis. Sue us for not knowing the nemesis' name. I'm already excited for next week though, this is the beauty of it.
Part of the highlight of Trivia night is that I get to be excessive food and beverage-wise. The scale indicated I lost like 4 lbs this morning and I guarantee I just put it all back on in the past 3 hours. I have 98% of an entire margarita pizza [they make it Napoleon style on a BED OF LIGHTLY SPRINKLED SEA SALT, can you really blame me?] and 3 beers on average. This was tonight's menu, a whole pizza, a Raspberry UFO and 2 Sea Dog Blueberries. For those of you with little to no deduction skills, I don't like beer unless it's fruity. I also had a bite of Martin's Fireside Dip which is an item I would order again in a heart beat. As Rachel Ray would say, YUM-O.
So yeah, beyond that: Sox ate it at the last minute, booo. Had cereal per usual, a banana, some tea. A grilled cheese and tomato and veggie soup with a Snapple Diet IT for lunch [Westford again...groan]. I had a pounding headache by the time I got to the bar, but I washed down two Advils with my first beer [note to kids: don't do this]. No exercise, just the walk to the bar [such a sad sentence]. I meant to get up early and slept through my alarm, again [thanks Ed]. Had another lovely night of up at 3 with neurosis and back to bed at 4. Awesome. The I was at work from 8:45 until 7:20. Not recommended either. Hopefully it pays off.
Speaking of paying off, the house is whatever; I'm so over this process. I feel like we're behaving so reasonably and being accommodating. To be honest, I'm acting with a tenth of the insanity, vigor and obstinacy with which I'd want to act if left to my own devices [thanks to the advice of Darling and other parties]. These people are difficult. Let's hope it's worth it, otherwise, I'm hitting the road STAT. It makes me sad to think of but sometimes enough is a enough. Offer was accepted but I'd say due to other circumstances, it's a 30/70 shot, 70 being we don't wind up living there. Not to be Pissy Sally but that's how I feel right now with all of that.
Ok, I'm tired and it just took me a good 6 minutes to fix all those typos. Good night!
Monday, September 8, 2008
Addendum
I figured I'd use some of my recently learned legal jargon to title this brief post. Made the offer, I'm angry over $5k...it may be a bit more than that but denial is a powerful thing...and it's not much more. I feel ok, I think it will work out in the end and I really do love it whether I want to admit it or not. Where does this obstinate pugnacious streak come from? Both my parents are reasonable people.
Speaking of unreasonable people, my poor cat's face was ripped open AGAIN this past week. Another trip to the vet. I'm calling animal control on those asshole cats across the street, mark my words. I'd post a picture here but you'd puke, poor kitty. I wish he'd learn his lesson but he's always been a bit rough and tumble. He just can't rough and tumble with FIVE borderline feral cats. West Roxbury is going to the dogs...or cats [wocka wocka].
Tonight: starved because I thought I'd exercise, didn't, and instead had 2 teeny glasses of wine [one with a strawberry in it, how festive!] and a piece of Trader Joe's garlic naan with butter. Has TJ's naan made an appearance in my blog yet? One of my favorite foods; it is, as the kids say, THE SHIT. So deliciously flavorful and easy for non-cooks like me to prepare and oddly satisfying. Again, not the healthiest meal but whatevs - it's not a million calories.
Erin is booked up the rest of the wook so I'm going to have to rely on myself for discipline. This could take a turn for the worse. I will *try* and get up to exercise pre-work tomorrow, but I do need to get to the office early. Otherwise, maybe squeeze it in pre-trivia? I love trivia and didn't go last week due to my trip to margaritaville...or dacquiriville, so I'm stoked for tomorrow night? Also, half a game back from Tampa [still so weird to type that], woo-hoo! I won't get into poor TB's knee cause I am a total pink-hat when it comes to football and only like it when we're in the Superbowl [sue me], but it is sad and I hope we can still put up a good fight for the season.
That's all for now. Till later!
Speaking of unreasonable people, my poor cat's face was ripped open AGAIN this past week. Another trip to the vet. I'm calling animal control on those asshole cats across the street, mark my words. I'd post a picture here but you'd puke, poor kitty. I wish he'd learn his lesson but he's always been a bit rough and tumble. He just can't rough and tumble with FIVE borderline feral cats. West Roxbury is going to the dogs...or cats [wocka wocka].
Tonight: starved because I thought I'd exercise, didn't, and instead had 2 teeny glasses of wine [one with a strawberry in it, how festive!] and a piece of Trader Joe's garlic naan with butter. Has TJ's naan made an appearance in my blog yet? One of my favorite foods; it is, as the kids say, THE SHIT. So deliciously flavorful and easy for non-cooks like me to prepare and oddly satisfying. Again, not the healthiest meal but whatevs - it's not a million calories.
Erin is booked up the rest of the wook so I'm going to have to rely on myself for discipline. This could take a turn for the worse. I will *try* and get up to exercise pre-work tomorrow, but I do need to get to the office early. Otherwise, maybe squeeze it in pre-trivia? I love trivia and didn't go last week due to my trip to margaritaville...or dacquiriville, so I'm stoked for tomorrow night? Also, half a game back from Tampa [still so weird to type that], woo-hoo! I won't get into poor TB's knee cause I am a total pink-hat when it comes to football and only like it when we're in the Superbowl [sue me], but it is sad and I hope we can still put up a good fight for the season.
That's all for now. Till later!
I hate Mondays
I really do, between the traffic, lack of any motivation to work and general post-weekend tiredness and depression, Mondays always suck. Today was no exception. First, I need to follow up on yesterday. Got up relatively early, had old pizza for breakfast [never do that, but it was ok]. Ran off to Trader Joe's - I have no idea how Ed worked there for a year, I was ready to commit violent acts 4 minutes into my midday Sunday trip - and then headed to our parents.
Had a nice barbecue, relaxed a bit. No exercise, well a trip to CVS and a trip to TJ's but those aren't real exercise. Came back here and watched ANTM, Madmen and some VMA's. Ooh, I had a big bite of the last of the Toblerone last night too.
Today, had a bowl of those TJ fruit O's with soy milk, and some tea, for breakfast. I'm trying to drink water, pretty unsuccessful, I just kind of fill the bottle and stare at it and wonder why it's not decreasing. Then had a salad for lunch. So not what I wanted, at all. I tried to dress it up with eggs and a few croutons, still narsty. Had a yogurt for a PM snack. Work kind of sucked, I don't fully understand all aspects of my job yet and this gets more frustrating when people give me incorrect stuff to do. Like, if you want me to put together a quote, I'm not psychic, you need to put THE RIGHT PART NUMBERS IN YOUR EMAIL. I'm still learning, although I honestly have no idea how anyone ever understands all this techy stuff. I'm not stupid but it is so over my head.
Got home and had some strawberries and Splenda. I'm starving but think I need to exercise maybe? Problem is the dipshit I date can't communicate effectively and we have to revise our frigging offer and it keeps getting pushed back *but* he keeps forgetting to let me know. I bailed out of work early and went 85 to get here at 6 only to be told it's been bumped to 8. Thanks! Then he just asked why I wasn't going for a run and when I said "8?" he said, "It's 8:30". If his body is found tomorrow in a ditch, I didn't do it, I swear, but I'm not necessarily going to blame whoever did.
And I am on the fence about whether or not we're over-paying. My heart says no, because we love it, but my brain is beyond ripshit about not sticking to our guns in this craptacular market. We shall see. Most folks think Darling is tougher than I am, but with this he's just solely focused on getting the place and I feel like we could get more bang for our buck. It's pissing me off even more because now since we offered over X, we apparently have to get re-approved, etc. Another thing I just learned...did no one notice this before? I'm not a realtor, I'm educated on this stuff but by no means an expert. This is further confirming my hemming and hawing. I am just questioning why we're in a pissing match a. with the sellers and b. with sellers who are desperate and should be honored we're this interested this quickly. Whatever, everyone tells me it's an emotional process. I better fucking love this place and stay there for 30 years. Barf, I hate everyone.
Had a nice barbecue, relaxed a bit. No exercise, well a trip to CVS and a trip to TJ's but those aren't real exercise. Came back here and watched ANTM, Madmen and some VMA's. Ooh, I had a big bite of the last of the Toblerone last night too.
Today, had a bowl of those TJ fruit O's with soy milk, and some tea, for breakfast. I'm trying to drink water, pretty unsuccessful, I just kind of fill the bottle and stare at it and wonder why it's not decreasing. Then had a salad for lunch. So not what I wanted, at all. I tried to dress it up with eggs and a few croutons, still narsty. Had a yogurt for a PM snack. Work kind of sucked, I don't fully understand all aspects of my job yet and this gets more frustrating when people give me incorrect stuff to do. Like, if you want me to put together a quote, I'm not psychic, you need to put THE RIGHT PART NUMBERS IN YOUR EMAIL. I'm still learning, although I honestly have no idea how anyone ever understands all this techy stuff. I'm not stupid but it is so over my head.
Got home and had some strawberries and Splenda. I'm starving but think I need to exercise maybe? Problem is the dipshit I date can't communicate effectively and we have to revise our frigging offer and it keeps getting pushed back *but* he keeps forgetting to let me know. I bailed out of work early and went 85 to get here at 6 only to be told it's been bumped to 8. Thanks! Then he just asked why I wasn't going for a run and when I said "8?" he said, "It's 8:30". If his body is found tomorrow in a ditch, I didn't do it, I swear, but I'm not necessarily going to blame whoever did.
And I am on the fence about whether or not we're over-paying. My heart says no, because we love it, but my brain is beyond ripshit about not sticking to our guns in this craptacular market. We shall see. Most folks think Darling is tougher than I am, but with this he's just solely focused on getting the place and I feel like we could get more bang for our buck. It's pissing me off even more because now since we offered over X, we apparently have to get re-approved, etc. Another thing I just learned...did no one notice this before? I'm not a realtor, I'm educated on this stuff but by no means an expert. This is further confirming my hemming and hawing. I am just questioning why we're in a pissing match a. with the sellers and b. with sellers who are desperate and should be honored we're this interested this quickly. Whatever, everyone tells me it's an emotional process. I better fucking love this place and stay there for 30 years. Barf, I hate everyone.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Details tomorrow
For now:
3 reheated PG slices for breakfast
a bite of a frozen twix
some OJ and seltzer
no lunch
glass of red wine, some cranberry juice
half a cheeseburger, half a hot dog, both on TJ's whole wheat rolls [surprisingly yum]
some asparagus [tops only, cause I'm 5]
some cauliflower
a caramel chocolate tartlet [also yummarific and from TJs]
another bite of a frozen twix
half a bag, maybe more like 2/5ths [Darling doesn't get the share concept when it comes to food], of movie theater butter popcorn
some water
no exercise.
good night!
3 reheated PG slices for breakfast
a bite of a frozen twix
some OJ and seltzer
no lunch
glass of red wine, some cranberry juice
half a cheeseburger, half a hot dog, both on TJ's whole wheat rolls [surprisingly yum]
some asparagus [tops only, cause I'm 5]
some cauliflower
a caramel chocolate tartlet [also yummarific and from TJs]
another bite of a frozen twix
half a bag, maybe more like 2/5ths [Darling doesn't get the share concept when it comes to food], of movie theater butter popcorn
some water
no exercise.
good night!
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