I <3 Eggos

Man, I fucking love Eggos.

Defintely NOT Breakfast!

Dinner at Blue Water Seafood. I couldn't possibly eat a dozen oysters myself, could I? :)

I ate 11-- my husband managed to choke one down.

Dinner was way yummy.

Hefty, Hefty, Hefty!

Again with the purple soysage. It didn't look like that in real life, I swear. Something is very wrong with my crappy cell phone camera. Ah, I love my big Saturday morning breakfasts!

At the Y this morning, I saw a woman on the elliptical machine with a black Hefty bag hanging out the back of her pants. Seriously. I can only imagine she was doing the ole "sweat out the extra water weight" technique, but I just figured that most people would be too embarassed to engage in that sort of stupidity out in public. She wasn't even fat! Maybe she was trying to fit into a particular dress or something, I don't know. Still, who would do that? And why was it hanging out the back-- didn't she care that everyone would see it and judge her? Or, okay, that I would see it and judge her? I thought you only did that in the privacy of your own home, jogging in place with the shower running on full blast. (Note: I have never done such a thing.) It was just so odd.

The second odd thing I saw at the Y this morning was another woman working out wearing a glitter-laden 2001 tour t-shirt for N*Sync. I swear. She didn't look like she was wearing it ironically, either. I get it, it's the gym-- or rather, this isn't a Crunch in some trendy portion of NYC, it's a suburban NJ YMCA--who gives a flying fuck what you're wearing to work out and get all sweaty? I've certainly shown up in some stunning ensembles. But an N*Sync t-shirt? Really?

I guess I should concentrait on my workout more, and judging the people around me, less. But it sure helps pass the time.

Get a Life

Cinnamon Life and skim milk. Some things you just don't grow out of.

Boooring!

Quaker Low-Sugar oatmeal. Again. It was strongly suggested to us that we start getting in to work on time, as it would reflect well on our subordinates. The latest I usually get in is about 10 or 15 minutes after 9am-- and it's not because I'm lazy or sleeping! When I go to the gym in the morning, it takes me a bit longer to get in. Anyway, I've been eating alot of oatmeal in an effort to not be any later in to work than I have to be.

I had every good intention of eating that banana, but it was too far gone for my own personal taste. My husband likes to eat them when they are still green (blech!) and my dad will eat them when they are so mottled with brown that there isn't a speck of yellow left (blech! again). I like them somewhere in the middle, and this was was just about too overripe for me. Not that you give a shit.

Banana Waffles

What a game yesterday! We had such a fun time at my parents' house, watching a great game, and stuffing our faces! 18-1, suck it Pats!!

I pigged out, but I don't feel bad about it. Jeannie's spinach dip was awesome, as was my sister's macaroni and cheese. I had a few pieces of fried chicken, some spiral ham, some cheese, pizza bagels, and some broken-off pieces of a giant chocolate chip cookie frosted with "Go Giants"! I even had blueberry beer, which was really good. All part of the Big Blue theme, I guess. I didn't get on the scale this morning, and that's probably just as well. Forget it. Onward.

Anyway, back on the wagon this morning. Although look at this wagon! How awesome does my breakfast look? Good ole Nutri-Grain Low Fat Eggos, a banana, SF syrup, Cool Whip Free, and Better'N Eggs. Dee-lish!

Did you see there was a shooting at a Lane Bryant store outside of Chicago? How horrible. Talk about adding insult to injury-- not only having to shop there, but to get shot and killed while doing so. They haven't caught the shooter yet. Digusting. More reason to shop online I guess.

Big Game Day

It's Superbowl Sunday and I'm glad I'm down 8.6lbs going in to it. Hopefully, I can't undo all that good in a single day, since all bets are off this afternoon, as far as I'm concerned. I am planning on not drinking that much though, since I've decided I'd rather eat calories than drink them. We'll see what actually happens though.

For breakfast I had my usual fave Choc Special K, and a 100 Calorie English Muffin with a less-than-carefully measured out portion of low-fat peanutbutter. Peanutbutter has long been my downfall. I'm hoping this will hold me over until we get to the party this afternoon. Maybe I'll take some pictures of all the crap we eat this afternoon, in the hopes that it will make me feel sick and get me right back on track tomorrow morning. I am only a pound and a half shy of my uber-goal of 10lbs the first month. And there is no way in hell I'm getting on the scale tomorrow morning.