One week down, five more to go.

Today I flew from Fort McMurray to Tampa. I won't relate the entire story, suffice to say I almost missed my connecting flight in Calgary because of incompetence and paranoia.

I'm proud of myself for passing on the in-flight complementary slop *ahem*, excuse me, snack. Granted I was hungry, but they were chips and they were remarkably like Fritos in both sight and scent. Not to mention the bastard next to me brought his own breakfast of a chocolate muffin. I think I should be praised for suppressing the urge to kill him.

Wanted to grab a quick snack in Calgary, but because of the shitstorm in Calgary, there was literally no time. Oh sure, I could have bought garbage on the plane for six bucks, but a) they don't accept cash anymore (WTF?) and b) they were just that: garbage. Everything I can't eat was on the list.

When I landed in Denver, my stomach became the sarlac pit. Oddly enough, I didn't have a headache which usually happens when I'm really hungry. I went to Quiznos and got a chicken chopped salad with bacon, red onions and this really interesting Chipotle Rasberry dressing. It was quite good.
Oh yeah, go that headache after I ate. Should have just let the sarlac in my stomach keep eating itself.

By the time I landed in Tampa, it was Migraine City. I felt bad for my dad and Leslie; "Hi, good to see you, thanks for letting my stay, well gotta go crash for a few hours."
And...they ordered pizza. Crap. I had pizza on Sunday. Bummer. So when I woke up I had toast and jam, a piece of cheese, a cup of tea, and a handful of wheat thins. I took the wheat thins to get the taste of cheese and tea out of my mouth (It tastes like sick), and after a consult with Dave discovered that this may be a cheat. I just know no to stay away from crackers as well as chips. That's gonna be hard. Everywhere you look in this house there's chips, crackers, soda and chocolate.

So...week one is just about over and I'd like to kill someone for a pop. Do you think Jesus, while in the desert thought "I'd kill a deciple for a drink of water right about now."? In the Bible they kinda shrug it off. I mean granted it's a euphemism; no one can survive the desert that long without water. I'd like to know what went through the man's head. Do you think he wanted to suck his head up a vacuum for a candy bar?

Leslie and I are going to go to the movies at some point this week. Another test: THE MOVIE THEATRE! Mom and I discussed the parameters of popcorn. Air-popped popcorn = okay. Theatre popcorn = CHEATER. Guess I'll have to sneak something in. Like what? "Sorry Miss, but you can't bring all these Nutrigrain bars in."


Anyway, I think I'm slimming a bit. I still have a gut, but now it's starting to look more like beer and less like baby. Which is a good thing. I'd rather people think I was just glutenous and not pregnant.
Do I feel better? I mean without all this sugar in my diet? Let's think...two migraines in one week?
No. I do not feel better.
This must be what hardcore smokers go through.

Cheers.
J.