January 16, 2007

• I Have the
  Discipline of a Beanbag Chair

  Sigh.  PWChickie inspired me to try the Special K diet as a way to get
  control of my lack of self-control in eating.  Of course, the incentive of seeing the number on the scale go down was an added bonus.

  
  Monday
  Breakfast–Didn’t have any Special K in the house, so ate Frosted Mini Wheats instead. 
  Was smug when I reduced the amount of sugar in my tea from one teaspoon to half
  a teaspoon. 
  

  Lunch–Very much enjoyed a bowl of Special K ($3.49 a box! Yikes!)
  

  
  Mid-afternoon–Ready to chew my arm off. Anticipation of dinner very great.

  
  Supper–Ate a normal helping of chicken and rice. Then, ate another normal
  helping of chicken and rice. Felt smug that I skipped the lemon poppyseed muffin.

  
  Evening–Figured that I normally would have eaten the muffin, so it would have
  constituted part of my “normal” dinner. Ate a chocolate chip cookie instead.
  And then another one. And then a pear.

  
  Tuesday
  Breakfast–Enjoyed my bowl of Special K. Discover that the diet actually is
  cereal for breakfast and lunch, any fruits and veggies I want, a normal supper,
  AND two “Special K snack bars.”

  Mid-morning—Discover
  that the number of chocolate chip cookies is perilously low. Decide that a
  snack bar and a cookie are similar enough. Eat cookie.

  Lunch—17 Jax
  Cheese Twists

  Mid-afternoon—While
  folding laundry in my room, I saw THE LAST Pirates of the Caribbean fruit snack package on my desk. I knew if
  I didn’t eat it, it wouldn’t last the day. Plus, what’s 80 calories?

  Five minutes later—Decide
  to follow up the fruit snacks with a square of fortifying, antioxidant-laden,
  dark chocolate with dried fruit and nuts. 
  

  Now—Although feeling 
  a wee bit guilty, still willing to polish off the rest of the chocolate chip cookies–except someone else already ate them. 
  Having a smug, half-sugar cup of tea instead.   Planning to eat a lot of pizza for supper.
  

  I rode the exercise bike for 20 minutes today. Surely that counts for something? Maybe?

  On other topics…

  To answer the most-asked question, the book proposal was to turn The King of Peach Fuzz from a play to a novel.

  Michael just said, “Mom, what’cha eating under there?”

  To which I replied, “Under where?”
  (Insert hilarious Michael laughter and actual rolling on the floor.  (Under where…underwear–get it?)

   

  
  

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