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Sick of junk food?
Aug. 1st, 2006 10:04 pmI never thought I would say this, but I think I'm getting sick of eating crap food. I had fish and chips for dinner last night on the shore, then after my usual light breakfast I had leftover pizza for lunch and chinese food for dinner. And I feel so lethargic and so heavy and gah, I just need to stop.
This TTC break has been H-E-Double-Hockeysticks on my good eating. It's like all of the work I'd been doing is flying right out the window. I haven't resorted to having ice cream every day (yet) but ugh, I am a major lardass. Because of this, I was going to go out to dinner tomorrow night with Jen and one of her friends but instead I think I will go walking with Marti Maraschino and then eat a light, sensible dinner. And make myself a big salad for lunch tomorrow.
Day One of the ZOMG MAJORZ HEATZ is winding down or segueing into Day Two. I have four home visits tomorrow. I know the first (a day care) and the last (a house) will have air conditioning. I'm pretty sure the third will also, as they have a very young baby. But #2? It could go either way. Let's hope.
The thing is, I love hot weather. I think summer days should be hot and sunny. I love beach weather (mostly for the beaching), I love shorts, I don't mind sweating when you're outside. But I also love cool nights - a breath of fresh air that sends all of the sticky mess from the day away and starts everything anew. New Mexico weather in the heart of Philmont country was my ideal scenario - mid/upper 80s in the summer sun, low 60s (or less) while you slept under blankets. It made early morning showers a little interesting (we slept in tents and had glorified outhouses afterall), but dude - perfect weather.
I wish the BSA weren't such fascists so I could go back to Philmont.
This TTC break has been H-E-Double-Hockeysticks on my good eating. It's like all of the work I'd been doing is flying right out the window. I haven't resorted to having ice cream every day (yet) but ugh, I am a major lardass. Because of this, I was going to go out to dinner tomorrow night with Jen and one of her friends but instead I think I will go walking with Marti Maraschino and then eat a light, sensible dinner. And make myself a big salad for lunch tomorrow.
Day One of the ZOMG MAJORZ HEATZ is winding down or segueing into Day Two. I have four home visits tomorrow. I know the first (a day care) and the last (a house) will have air conditioning. I'm pretty sure the third will also, as they have a very young baby. But #2? It could go either way. Let's hope.
The thing is, I love hot weather. I think summer days should be hot and sunny. I love beach weather (mostly for the beaching), I love shorts, I don't mind sweating when you're outside. But I also love cool nights - a breath of fresh air that sends all of the sticky mess from the day away and starts everything anew. New Mexico weather in the heart of Philmont country was my ideal scenario - mid/upper 80s in the summer sun, low 60s (or less) while you slept under blankets. It made early morning showers a little interesting (we slept in tents and had glorified outhouses afterall), but dude - perfect weather.
I wish the BSA weren't such fascists so I could go back to Philmont.
