Wow, do I need a vacation. Anyone want to spirit me away to a tropical paradise?
I just finished working on a big project at work that involved boxes and boxes of documents, and I think I've counted seven paper cuts so far. There are two different ones located at that part where two fingers meet at the bottom (I'm trying not to call it the finger crotch but I can't help it) and the worst is on the pad of my right ring finger--which means it touches everything. I may have to stop washing/showering so soap doesn't bring tears to my eyes. Also, I stayed at work till 8 pm last night, but I earned major brownie points as well as OT pay, pizza and some good wine. I'm OK with that decision, but I'd feel a lot better about working so much if I weren't also working on two mind-murdering freelance projects. I need a day without work in it...soon, this day will come. I hope.
That does mean no gym or planned food last night, but what can I do? I'm not beating myself up over life happenings that interrupt my plans. And I include a rogue chocolate bar in "life happenings."
Last night I also had a wonderful conversation with my platonic soulmate in Ohio, whose birthday was yesterday. It was one where I was completely surprised at his insight and wisdom into my life, and it was really helpful to have his perspective. I'm impressed with his maturity, to sound like a mom. And when you've known someone since you were 10, their seemingly sudden adulthood is a very strange and wonderful experience.
Today's menu, same as yesterday:
B - coffee, Honey Bunches of Oats, skim milk (4)
L - spicy chicken and provolone on sandwich thin, L&T, Miracle Whip light and mustard; pear (5)
D - Butternut Squash Baked Penne (5); turkey bacon (2); romaine salad with tomatoes, cucumbers, feta, homemade vinaigrette (2)
S - Dannon Light & Fit yogurt, chunk of part-skim mozz cheese (3/4)
Total - 21/22 (using some activity pts)
Activity - bike, 40 mins
Flex points remaining - 0
Otherwise tonight I'm doing prep work for a Scottish-themed dinner party I'm having tomorrow, which means Crock Pot loading. Love that Crock Pot (crockpot?) I will look forward to the day when I have time to watch the Lost season premiere. It's important to have goals!
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Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
What I Ate: Thursday
In case you were worried, world, I have not entirely cracked up yet after those confusing musings yesterday. I've just realized I have a bit of a control problem, so when things happen that make me feel out of control, I go off the rails. Hopefully identifying that problem will bring some more patience, right? We shall see. Until then, I can distract myself with plans and WW math!
Food stuff:
B - coffee, Smart Start, skim milk (5)
L - chicken and provolone on sandwich thin, L&T, Miracle Whip light and mustard; apple (5)
D - EITHER veg lasagne or some sort of tomato, avocado and rice concoction that I will invent, as I forgot to defrost the dinner (5); romaine salad with tomatoes, cucumbers, feta, homemade vinaigrette (2)
S - Dannon Light & Fit yogurt, light string cheese (3)
Total - 20
Activity - biker chick, 40 mins
Flex points remaining - 35
There is not much else to report. Last night I attempted to freelance but realized how little material I was provided to work with; this morning I found out that I'm supposed to take a mishmash of blog entries and turn those into sample book chapters. Hi, I wasn't hired as a ghostwriter. I'm getting more and more perturbed about the amount of work I'm supposed to do for someone who apparently wants to write a book, but I can't do much about changing it right now. Seriously, though, wouldn't you think you could form complete sentences and maybe have part of the thing written before you attempt to get an agent & publisher?
So after trying that, I watched an episode of The Tudors (love) and then some Ugly Betty later on, which just cheers me up despite all the cheese. I can't help it. I also read a really sad short story in my book about an old woman who decides to throw a grand ball after many years of being a shut-in, and there are all sorts of fancy preparations and servants hired, etc., and then no one shows up. She dies the next day. When her grandson (whom she hated) is going through her belongings after her death, he finds all the invitations to the ball in her desk, addressed but never mailed. She'd forgotten that part. It broke my heart! That might be me someday soon, folks... not really. Maybe. Though hopefully if that were me, I'd just get drunk with the servants and not care much anyway.
Happy almost weekend!
Food stuff:
B - coffee, Smart Start, skim milk (5)
L - chicken and provolone on sandwich thin, L&T, Miracle Whip light and mustard; apple (5)
D - EITHER veg lasagne or some sort of tomato, avocado and rice concoction that I will invent, as I forgot to defrost the dinner (5); romaine salad with tomatoes, cucumbers, feta, homemade vinaigrette (2)
S - Dannon Light & Fit yogurt, light string cheese (3)
Total - 20
Activity - biker chick, 40 mins
Flex points remaining - 35
There is not much else to report. Last night I attempted to freelance but realized how little material I was provided to work with; this morning I found out that I'm supposed to take a mishmash of blog entries and turn those into sample book chapters. Hi, I wasn't hired as a ghostwriter. I'm getting more and more perturbed about the amount of work I'm supposed to do for someone who apparently wants to write a book, but I can't do much about changing it right now. Seriously, though, wouldn't you think you could form complete sentences and maybe have part of the thing written before you attempt to get an agent & publisher?
So after trying that, I watched an episode of The Tudors (love) and then some Ugly Betty later on, which just cheers me up despite all the cheese. I can't help it. I also read a really sad short story in my book about an old woman who decides to throw a grand ball after many years of being a shut-in, and there are all sorts of fancy preparations and servants hired, etc., and then no one shows up. She dies the next day. When her grandson (whom she hated) is going through her belongings after her death, he finds all the invitations to the ball in her desk, addressed but never mailed. She'd forgotten that part. It broke my heart! That might be me someday soon, folks... not really. Maybe. Though hopefully if that were me, I'd just get drunk with the servants and not care much anyway.
Happy almost weekend!
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