Better Today

Well, I maintained my good behavior for breakfast today at least. I'm going out to lunch with a co-worker though, to an Indian fusion place that we like. At the very least, the restaurant is vegetarian, and they don't even fry the samosa there, so how bad could that be, really? And although my diet hasn't been doing so great, I am still going to the gym, and have even stepped that up a notch. I added an extra day, and I'm trying to walk when I get home from work. We'll see what happens. For some reason, every time I fall off the Weight Watchers wagon, I can't for the life of me seem to get back on. I guess what it comes down to is that having to do all that fucking math all day just pisses me off.

Bagel Veggie Cream Cheese

Well, we had the bagels leftover from yesterday, was I supposed to just let them get moldy? The veggie cream cheese too-- I should just let it rot, unused in the fridge?

Besides, the green in the veggie cream cheese was in honor of St. Patrick's Day.

Quasi-Real Egg Sammich

Ok, so not the best choice Weight-Watchers-wise--DnD egg and cheese on a wheat bagel. But neither was the Brach's jellybeans or the chocolate I had yesterday. Oh, right, or the Wendy's. Damn. Grilled chicken though! I had the grilled chicken sandwich! I guess between my birthday and Easter, I'm a hopeless case right now. I'm stilling working out at the gym though. Yesterday, my boss asked me if I wanted a strap for the bag of jellybeans I was attacking, so I could just wear it around my head and have the bag attached to my face. Nice, right? I suppose at another office, that would be considered harassment. He backpedaled, and claimed to have not meant it as a fat joke, but was rather a commentary on the speed with which I was inhaling said jellybeans. Brach's jellybeans fucking rule, man. What can I do? He should fucking talk though-- not sure what he has attached feed-bag style to his face, but it's given him a disproportionate sumo-wrestler belly. So there.

Cranberry Cardboard, er Total Again

Maybe I just got so used to eating Special K, that I can't handle the thinness of the Total flakes? They seem weird and unnatural in my mouth. But this morning I dumped some Splenda on them, and they were a little better. I just don't like to waste money, so I am going to finish the box. Plus, it's really nice to know I basically took a multivitamin while just eating my breakfast. Maybe I can grow to love it?

Bran-tastic

Why is the bakery at Stop and Shop so freaking good!? Well, my consolation was that it was a bran muffin, and it was low fat, but their bakery was calling to me like a siren. And I heeded that call. And it was good.

At least it didn't look like a garden gnome so much this time.

Dharma Oatmeal

Yeah, it doesn't get dorkier than this, folks. Several of my co-workers just returned from a business trip in Hawaii (yeah, I know), so I've been using some of their photos to grace my computer desktop. It's not my fault that every one of their pictures looks like The Island to me. So I had no choice but to hold my instant low-sugar oatmeal in my Dharma mug up against such an appropriate backdrop. Well, actually, I suppose I did have the choice, not to be a complete fucking loser, but I never seem to be able to make the right decision there.

Total-ly Back on Track

Back on track with Cranberry Total. Tastes kind of like cardboard with Craisins in it. Yippee. Now what the fuck am I supposed to do with a whole box of this shit?

Sunday Bagel Day

I'm going back on my diet tomorrow, I swear.

Egg bagel, veggie cream cheese. Mmmmmmm.....

Happy Birthday to Meeee!!

Yes, I made my own birthday cake. Don't think of that as sad and pathetic though-- I got exactly what I wanted, in all its pink-orange-and purple, jelly-bean coated glory. Who else would have made a cake to such extravagant expectations? Some times, you have to take batters in to your own hands. (hahahah! batters, get it!? cake batters!!?? ahahahhahahahahah)

Old Salt Sunday Brunch

Sunday brunch in New Hampshire at the Old Salt, accompanied by the mellifluous sounds of Mr. George Blodgett on piano!

Omelet station + chocolate fountain = explosive diarrhea!

Lamie's Inn

We were in New Hamphsire for a wedding. I was able to eat on Saturday morning, after being sick most of Friday. I took enough Immodium to keep it in check during the 6 hour car ride. But we had to miss dinner at the bride's mom's house. Anyway, although it looks like oysters, it was really a small bagel with PB&J, and a bowl of fruit with granola on top. It was good. Anything that didn't come out immediately upon eating it, would have been good at that point.