I got ringworm. And it was gross.
Not what you were expecting? Poor you, I had a fungus. Goodbye.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Pancakes
I'd like to know how many other people have pancakes as their go-to snack food.
Like hi, it's a takes a significant effort to make pancakes. I have to get out the box, measure out a cup of the mix, beat in an egg, add the milk and stir. Then I have to cook it. Okay, so its not a significant effort, but its not opening a bag of chips and plopping down on the couch.
The strangest part to me is that I have so much time to talk myself out of it - from the moment I grab the box to the moment I dip the pancake into syrup (with my hand of course, I don't use a fork).
And then when it's all over, I want to throw up. Because I've usually had several snacks before this. The second "pancakes" pops into my head, I try to convince myself it's not a good idea by eating "better" snacks. But eventually, I lose and the pancakes win.
So, I ask you, am I alone in this?
Like hi, it's a takes a significant effort to make pancakes. I have to get out the box, measure out a cup of the mix, beat in an egg, add the milk and stir. Then I have to cook it. Okay, so its not a significant effort, but its not opening a bag of chips and plopping down on the couch.
The strangest part to me is that I have so much time to talk myself out of it - from the moment I grab the box to the moment I dip the pancake into syrup (with my hand of course, I don't use a fork).
And then when it's all over, I want to throw up. Because I've usually had several snacks before this. The second "pancakes" pops into my head, I try to convince myself it's not a good idea by eating "better" snacks. But eventually, I lose and the pancakes win.
So, I ask you, am I alone in this?
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Snow Day Shmo Day
Okay so clearly I can't be trusted in a house by myself for more than a few hours.
The man of the house is away again, and I've been cooped up in the apartment during these snow storms. Being on WW, I knew this would be a challenge. I just didn't know how much of a challenge. I'd like to now take you through the last 30 hours of my stupid life.
Yesterday at work I had a perfect day. Wrote down everything I ate, which included items like cream of wheat, salad, apple, a banana and a diet coke. Skipped the gym, came straight home to an empty house, and snapped. Spoonfuls of coolwhip. One million pistachio nuts. Bowl of Frosted Flakes for an appetizer. Pancakes for dinner. Chips and salsa for dessert.
Disgusted yet? Woke up today to a full day of being trapped in an empty house. Stepped on the scale and cursed myself, thought about my vacation coming up in a month, and vowed to have a better day. So I started off with some frozen whole-grain waffles. Which is insane to be begin with. I had three, to be exact, which officially cancels out any good the whole-grain was doing for me. Then around lunch time I ate some home-made low-carb pita chips and hummus, ew. Then swapped the hummus for salsa and ate the last 1/8 of the bag of chips. Then got into the pistachio bag again and ate half a million more.
Help.
Then, I started daydreaming and when I came-to I realized I had been shoveling in handfuls of Frosted Flakes straight from the box. Apples dipped in peanut butter- have to get my fruits in ya know?? Then I did something nuts, and actually cooked a real meal for myself. Shrimp scampi with broccoli over angel hair. Except I meant to save some for lunch tomorrow, since I cooked a huge portion, but devoured all of it. I then had a fruit bar and a 100-calorie pack for dessert.
I. AM. OUT. OF. CONTROL and I want to throw up and cry and run 30 miles, but I won't. Instead, I'll sit watching tv and just pray for JR to hurry up and get the F home so I can get back to normal.
I have a serious problem. Goodbye.
The man of the house is away again, and I've been cooped up in the apartment during these snow storms. Being on WW, I knew this would be a challenge. I just didn't know how much of a challenge. I'd like to now take you through the last 30 hours of my stupid life.
Yesterday at work I had a perfect day. Wrote down everything I ate, which included items like cream of wheat, salad, apple, a banana and a diet coke. Skipped the gym, came straight home to an empty house, and snapped. Spoonfuls of coolwhip. One million pistachio nuts. Bowl of Frosted Flakes for an appetizer. Pancakes for dinner. Chips and salsa for dessert.
Disgusted yet? Woke up today to a full day of being trapped in an empty house. Stepped on the scale and cursed myself, thought about my vacation coming up in a month, and vowed to have a better day. So I started off with some frozen whole-grain waffles. Which is insane to be begin with. I had three, to be exact, which officially cancels out any good the whole-grain was doing for me. Then around lunch time I ate some home-made low-carb pita chips and hummus, ew. Then swapped the hummus for salsa and ate the last 1/8 of the bag of chips. Then got into the pistachio bag again and ate half a million more.
Help.
Then, I started daydreaming and when I came-to I realized I had been shoveling in handfuls of Frosted Flakes straight from the box. Apples dipped in peanut butter- have to get my fruits in ya know?? Then I did something nuts, and actually cooked a real meal for myself. Shrimp scampi with broccoli over angel hair. Except I meant to save some for lunch tomorrow, since I cooked a huge portion, but devoured all of it. I then had a fruit bar and a 100-calorie pack for dessert.
I. AM. OUT. OF. CONTROL and I want to throw up and cry and run 30 miles, but I won't. Instead, I'll sit watching tv and just pray for JR to hurry up and get the F home so I can get back to normal.
I have a serious problem. Goodbye.
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