CarbFest 2005 - We Will Miss you
/Carbfest 2005 has come to an end. South Beach has begun. I'm actually looking forward to some healthy eating. I had a final carb binge last night (a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich and chips) but today the health program has begun. I'm hoping to shed anywhere from 5-10 pounds and, of course, to keep it off.
So my scale this morning read 124. I wish. Our scale is at least 6 pounds under, maybe even eight. Plus, it has an annoying habit of reading different numbers even if you step on it three times in a row or, God forbid, move it to a different place on the floor. If I'm in the center of the bathroom, I weigh 130. If I place the scale behind the door, I weigh 124. Needless to say, I weigh myself behind the door.
But we'll just 124 simply as a base to see if anything happens. The hardest part for me, I think, will be forgoing my mochas. How can I be expected to drive into town and sit down and write anything without my happy steaming mocha by my side? Hot tea just isn't the same, but it will have to do, at least for a few weeks.
I am also (drumroll, please) going to actually eat chicken on this diet. Organic, free-range, I-can't-believe-I'm-paying-this-much-for-chicken chicken, but chicken. It's been 7-8 years since I've eaten chicken. But since I don't eat red meat, I'm running out of things to eat on this diet. I can only substitute a soy burger so many times before it gets boring. So I'll try the chicken and see how it goes. I'm not even looking forward to it. Not even sure I'll be able to eat it. We'll see.
A side note. I "discovered" the most fantastic cleaning tool yesterday. Mr. Clean's Magic Erase Bar. It truly is magical. This wondrous bar got rid of all the marks on our walls in about 3 minutes, saving me at least an hour's worth of touch-up paint time. Blair had brought a box of the bars home a month ago and we finally got around to trying them. I am a convert, ready now to push them on everyone I know. These bars simply kick ass.
Much to do today. Meeting with my illustrator, errands to run, articles to draft, and I'm teaching tonight. Then of course, the playoffs tonight. I'm actually interested in a sport. Imagine that. Go NC!
So my scale this morning read 124. I wish. Our scale is at least 6 pounds under, maybe even eight. Plus, it has an annoying habit of reading different numbers even if you step on it three times in a row or, God forbid, move it to a different place on the floor. If I'm in the center of the bathroom, I weigh 130. If I place the scale behind the door, I weigh 124. Needless to say, I weigh myself behind the door.
But we'll just 124 simply as a base to see if anything happens. The hardest part for me, I think, will be forgoing my mochas. How can I be expected to drive into town and sit down and write anything without my happy steaming mocha by my side? Hot tea just isn't the same, but it will have to do, at least for a few weeks.
I am also (drumroll, please) going to actually eat chicken on this diet. Organic, free-range, I-can't-believe-I'm-paying-this-much-for-chicken chicken, but chicken. It's been 7-8 years since I've eaten chicken. But since I don't eat red meat, I'm running out of things to eat on this diet. I can only substitute a soy burger so many times before it gets boring. So I'll try the chicken and see how it goes. I'm not even looking forward to it. Not even sure I'll be able to eat it. We'll see.
A side note. I "discovered" the most fantastic cleaning tool yesterday. Mr. Clean's Magic Erase Bar. It truly is magical. This wondrous bar got rid of all the marks on our walls in about 3 minutes, saving me at least an hour's worth of touch-up paint time. Blair had brought a box of the bars home a month ago and we finally got around to trying them. I am a convert, ready now to push them on everyone I know. These bars simply kick ass.
Much to do today. Meeting with my illustrator, errands to run, articles to draft, and I'm teaching tonight. Then of course, the playoffs tonight. I'm actually interested in a sport. Imagine that. Go NC!
