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Due to a recent realization that Coke is my downfall AND I can never truly control my intake of it, I'm going cold turkey. As of today.

Yeah, it's just that scary.

(This all could have been solved by the bosses if we had a drink machine instead of free Cokes. The whole free thing makes it a lot easier to imbibe.)

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Part of my "A Healthier You" initiative (meaning, I'm really attempting to eat better) includes smoothies. Not just fruit things that aren't really healthy at all because of the sugar content. We're talking full on health crap.

Wanna know what constitutes health crap? The color.

This picture is deceptive. In fact, the color is less florescent and more baby puke green.



Sting approves, though, so all is good. As does Charlie the Moose. Chester was more intrigued by the smell. (Charlie is just to the right and partially hidden by the glass. Sting is in the frame. Chester is the dog in the other frame.)



So what's in it? Funny you should ask! *G*

Spinach (hence the god awful green)
Apple
Banana
Honey
Protein Powder
Milk

It tastes great. You'd be amazed how much banana takes over other flavors. The original recipe called for peanut butter instead of honey, but the peanut butter I use is JIF, which isn't quite sweet enough for a good smoothie.

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I'm plotting the death and destruction of my new upstairs neighbor. She apparently decided that last night was a great time to hang out on her balcony (which is just above my bedroom window) with friends. Loud friends. Loud friends who kept going in and out and slamming the sliding glass door each and every time. (The door slams no matter how carefully you close it. Which is why you don't close it 20 times in half an hour.)

I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt for now, but she appears to be one of those that can survive on an hour of sleep, as she was slamming that damn sliding glass door at 5:30 again this morning.

Save me from the vegetables!

I blame my mood on the caffeine. I abstained. Really, I did. For a good long while. I made it until 2. And I'm drinking my only Coke of the day. (Count me lucky - this time yesterday I was on Coke number three.)

To reward myself, I went to Target to get some lipstick and black strappy pumps. What did I leave with? Just the strappy pumps. Although in this case they're strappy wedges. The lipstick is a Max Factor lipstick, and for some reason Target has decided to no longer carry Max Factor.

(Headachiness is going away, which is quite nice. Thanks dear Coke!.)

Also, Big Brother 8 makes me happy ( spoiler cut for things that'll air tonight )

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To top off the reality TV trend, Hell's Kitchen is kind of boring. While I fear Julia's lack of creativity and culinary knowledge will have her lose in the end (because in the end, this is about fine dining), I love her work ethic and attention to quality in the now. My hope? Is that it comes down to Rock v. Julia.

Also, Victoria Beckham really does just get stalked by the paps for her clothing, doesn't she? That reality special was a full hour of cute, but considering it was supposedly cut down to an hour instead of a series, just because it was boring? I can see where the boring must have happened. (And let it be known, I far prefer boring celebrities over PH balanced ones.)

Lastly, Ginn Racing is canning Sterling and Joe Nemechek. Regan Smith gets the 14 ride for the rest of the year, and reportedly Aric Almirola will be getting to share seat time with Mark Martin. I feel bad for Joe and Sterling, because it's better to go out on your own terms, but something tells me Joe will land on his feet. (Joe screams Truck Series to me. He needs to head over there and really rock some socks.)