Such a wuss

I'm such a damn wuss.

I discovered on Sunday night that in the past month I'd gained 7 pounds. That explained a few things, like 1) the general poochiness I've had going on above and beyond normal poochiness, 2) having a t-shirt be tight in the sleeves that is *never* tight in the sleeves and 3) my new jeans requiring much bouncing and jumping to get into.

So step one was to cut out the unneccesary sugar. *whimper* That means cutting back on the sodas. I am allowed one, at lunchtime. That's it. No more having one first thing at work, just because it helps me wake up. From now on, tons of bottled water. And veggies. No fruit unless it's fresh (I'll wait for farmer's markets to open before doing the fresh fruit thing). Exercise is in order and has been started. And meals will now consist of a meat (fish or fowl) and veggies, or a good spinach salad (which, luckily, I have pigging out on lately), or a pizza (when I get to reward myself for being good with the diet *g*). Portion control, very few sugars, lots of veggies, good-for-you meats and treats to keep me from feeling oppressed by limited meal choices.

Which is partially why I'm trying out a Mexican chili this week that has ground turkey in it. Healthy chili! Whee!

Wanna!

Who wants to watch the next round of The Surreal Life? Me! Me!

Why?

Come on, who isn't excited over the concept of Omarossa vs. Janice Dickinson?

Ladies and gentlemen, I predict the demise of Omarossa. Janice will wipe her ass off the face of reality D-lists entirely.

Bomb Threats

Don't you love when people are idiots and have nothing better to do?

Bomb Hoaxes Spread In City: 18 So Far

What I really love is the part where they talk about the number downtown yesterday. Oh joy. Because some of those are only a block down from where I work.

I dare one of the hoaxers to call here. I'll *69 their asses (and hope they're one of the dumb ones), then call the cops. And of course go home for the day. Really, it's all about my rest and relaxation.

Okay folks

Because I'm trying to be diligent, I've got a weight loss journal, wherein I try to chronicle things to guilt myself into eating better and behaving better.

mavenless

*snort* Yeah, I suck at that name. Blame Landa. She got me on that track. *G*

Friend that one if you wish. Or comment here if, for some reason, you feel compelled to read that weirdness. (Which means Landa, girl, you need to create that journal you were talking about so we can bombard each other.)