I've just recently recovered from a carbohydrate coma, thank you very much, from dinner last night. It was scrumptious but I have a feeling that my thighs are not going to thank me later. (Green bean casserole, meatloaf, corn on the cob, and apple crisp for dessert.) In fact, I know it. But today starts my day of trying to keep up with how many calories I'm taking in.
Oh, Stop, you say! Yes. Yes. We (as in me, myself and I) will be blogging about--wait for it.
Dieting Drama
Oh, I actually like that title. I haven't decided how much I'm going to share here but it might be fun. People like to watch other people in misery. Heck, you might be in diet hell right along with me eh? But I have to admit that it must be done. I quit smoking last September and I went a little crazy. Okay, a lot crazy. When I got stressed this year I started cooking. Not that cooking is a bad thing. Well, perhaps it is if for every day of December you baked a different kind of cookie and then sat and ate them YOURSELF. (not a moment I am proud of. Promise.) But I gave myself this whole year to get over smoking. So instead of eating cookies I'm chewing on straws or pretending they are cigarettes. The funky colors kind of give them a way a bit. You would not believe how many mutilated pieces of plastic are in my trash can right now. Well, maybe you would, if you've ever smoked.
I really thought that the craving for wanting a cigarette would have gone away. But it hasn't. Just last month it came back with a vengeance. Not all the time, but especially when I'm trying to write. Especially then. (I'm never going anywhere without my straws)I'm guessing that's because I always used to drink coffee and smoke when I wrote. Granted most of the cigarettes just burned up in the ashtray but they were still there when I needed comfort or when I stopped typing long enough to think about what I was doing. (ha ha ha-joke there)
But it is now TIME to get serious and get this weight off. No more wallowing in my own despair for want of nicotine. I will eat lettuce and carrots instead perhaps possibly turning myself a lovely shade of orange. (Hey--it's been known to happen)
So stayed tuned. You never know what I might blog about next. I will try to stay away from bodily functions. Nobody really wants to know about that anyway!
Oh, and another 2143 words on the novel. And um, I'm also working on one of my other stories. Who knows I may have to sell it to eat. You know, cause like, I'm not working right now and stuff.
Ciao for now!
Listening to: 30 Seconds to Mars: A Beautiful Lie (the whole album in on repeat)
Currently Reading: The Light bearer's Daughter by O.R. Melling (who flipping rocks)
Oh, Stop, you say! Yes. Yes. We (as in me, myself and I) will be blogging about--wait for it.
Dieting Drama
Oh, I actually like that title. I haven't decided how much I'm going to share here but it might be fun. People like to watch other people in misery. Heck, you might be in diet hell right along with me eh? But I have to admit that it must be done. I quit smoking last September and I went a little crazy. Okay, a lot crazy. When I got stressed this year I started cooking. Not that cooking is a bad thing. Well, perhaps it is if for every day of December you baked a different kind of cookie and then sat and ate them YOURSELF. (not a moment I am proud of. Promise.) But I gave myself this whole year to get over smoking. So instead of eating cookies I'm chewing on straws or pretending they are cigarettes. The funky colors kind of give them a way a bit. You would not believe how many mutilated pieces of plastic are in my trash can right now. Well, maybe you would, if you've ever smoked.
I really thought that the craving for wanting a cigarette would have gone away. But it hasn't. Just last month it came back with a vengeance. Not all the time, but especially when I'm trying to write. Especially then. (I'm never going anywhere without my straws)I'm guessing that's because I always used to drink coffee and smoke when I wrote. Granted most of the cigarettes just burned up in the ashtray but they were still there when I needed comfort or when I stopped typing long enough to think about what I was doing. (ha ha ha-joke there)
But it is now TIME to get serious and get this weight off. No more wallowing in my own despair for want of nicotine. I will eat lettuce and carrots instead perhaps possibly turning myself a lovely shade of orange. (Hey--it's been known to happen)
So stayed tuned. You never know what I might blog about next. I will try to stay away from bodily functions. Nobody really wants to know about that anyway!
Oh, and another 2143 words on the novel. And um, I'm also working on one of my other stories. Who knows I may have to sell it to eat. You know, cause like, I'm not working right now and stuff.
Ciao for now!
Listening to: 30 Seconds to Mars: A Beautiful Lie (the whole album in on repeat)
Currently Reading: The Light bearer's Daughter by O.R. Melling (who flipping rocks)
Labels: book progress, Dieting Drama
