Well, we're approaching the final stretch. It's Holy Week and I know I can survive the next three and a half days with no problems.
It's been a pretty uneventful week, truth be told.
My plans for Sunday include having a soda (We have Coke and Mt. Dew. YIPPEE!) and eating chocolate. I plan on spending Sunday afternoon in a sugar coma, followed by a terrible sugar overdose headache. I wish I had access to a scale, because it would be nice to know how much, if any, weight I lost in the past six weeks. I'm sure it's not much, but I can see it in my face that I lost some.
Speaking of weight-loss, congrats to Reba for her tremendous accomplishment.
Tomorrow night I'm heading into Appleton for the night to hang out with my friend Susan. There's something that feels blasphemous about going out for beers on Maundy Thursday.
This coming Tuesday I have an appointment with a dermatologist. I'm nervous and excited. Finally, I can get some help with something that has literally plagued me my whole life. I'm almost twenty-seven and I have the complexion of a fourteen-year old.
I really hate to end this so suddenly, and with no news at all, but I've been having a weird day with a headache and it's utterly stuff and dry in the house.
Plus the internet is painfully slow (what a revelation).
Cheers you cheeky monkeys.
J.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Jesus Must Have Been One Bored Bastard
Once again I haven’t been keeping up with my journaling. It’s a hassle when you’re on dial-up and don’t want to tie up the phone lines. Although who really needs or wants to call, I couldn’t say. And now I’m on a semi-normal sleeping pattern (11:30pm-8:30am), and I don’t want to mess that up, so I don’t want to stay up until 1:00am futzing with the internet.
Let’s see…last weekend, mom and I went down to Illinois to see my brother. On the way down we stopped at Wendy’s. Oh I know! Mom didn’t know what to get since she doesn’t eat there often (there isn’t one in Fond du Lac), so I told her to get what I usually get: Spicy Chicken combo with fries. I kinda ate vicariously through her. For myself it was a Mandarin chicken salad. I THOUGHT about getting a chicken grilled sandwich and getting a baked potato instead of fries, but then I thought about it. You know…if it had been at a sit-down restaurant, I might have gotten away with it. But this is FAST FOOD. It’s junk. It’s garbage. Don’t do it. So I didn’t. I had my salad. It was okay.
That night we went out for Mexican food. Yay! There are NO Mexican restaurants in Fort McMurray. I mean it. Zip. None. Nada. Cero. To make it clear, Taco Time does NOT count. Taco Time isn’t even food. I know this because on a packed day in the food court, Taco Time still has no line. Anyway, to get back to the trip, we ate at a place near my brother’s apartment called la Fiesta. It’s owned by the same people who own Del Toro, another Mexican restaurant we frequent while we’re down there. I had a strawberry margarita and chicken fajitas. That margarita was REALLY strong. On an empty stomach it was a lot of fun. ;)
Anyway, it was a good meal and a good visit with my brother.
The next day, mom and I went to CIRQUE DU SOLEIL!!!!! YES! I know! I couldn’t believe it! And we saw Alegría, which is one of my favourites. It really was one of the only bright spots of the day. Before we went to the show, mom and I went to pick up a pay-as-you go cell phone at a store, but we had MAJOR issues. The phone wouldn’t scan. Literally, NO one could get it to work. It was very strange. The minutes card scanned fine and we paid for that while someone else tried to get the phone to work. Well, after about an hour and a half, we said screw it and got the minutes card refunded. It kinda put us in a foul mood. Mom was pissed because we were on a time schedule (because of Cirque), and I was getting frustrated that she was getting frustrated. After that, everything seemed to make her mad: traffic, parking, everything. Great.
Then after the show, Dave and I got a into a huge fight over the phone (which unfortunately my mother had to witness). So, yeah. Thank you Cirque for bringing some light into my day and my life.
That night we went to eat at a neat little restaurant whose name I just don’t know. It kinda had an old pub feel, only there was no pub. Small, but very neat. Kinda turn on the century décor. Maybe more 1920’s: Old cash register a small old propeller plane, pictures of men with large mustaches. But I digress. I had a bacon cheeseburger.
Okay. I know what you’re going to say and here’s my justification:
Remember my earlier story of the chicken sandwich? How having one at a fast food place was unacceptable, but having one in a sit-down restaurant would be? Same logic here. I know that the chef at this place at least drained the fat off the burger before he put it on the bun. I know that HE knows what’s in that burger, and that he’s okay with letting me eat it. I know he put some time and thought into preparing my meal. I know he makes more than minimum wage.
So anyway, I had a lovely bacon cheeseburger with…ick. Potato salad. My choices were fries, potato salad or coleslaw. Well, I only like the former, so what was I to do? I picked the lesser of two evils. To my credit, I ate about half the potato salad. It really had no taste, but I think that because it’s cold is what turns me off of it in general. I also had a glass of white zinfandel. I had the server put it on a separate bill so I could pay for it myself. Mom paid for my margarita the night before despite my protests, so I wasn’t about to let her do it again.
The next morning, before we left for home, my brother made us breakfast. Eggs, bacon and English muffins so we could make our own breakfast sandwiches. He also made some peppermint tea which was fabulous.
I drove the first half of the trek home, but my back was really sore and I was really tired. I took the back pains as a cue to drink more water, which I did (and I was the first one to use the bathroom when we got home). We stopped at Culver’s on the way home, where mom had a mint fudge cone (it looked SO good), and I had a grilled chicken basket with mashed potatoes and gravy. Culvers may make their food fresh, but it’s still technically fast food. So was this cheating?
Probably. Only at that point, I had stopped caring. More on that later.
That night we had tacos (I’ve been known to put away half a dozen at least) that I put away quickly because I had over-the-phone DnD.
Monday night, mom and I went to Pizza Ranch. What IS pizza ranch? Well, it’s kinda like a small pizza buffet. They have six or seven kinds of pizza at the bar, or you can order one special. They also have soup, salad, chicken and potatoes. Now…Friday night, before mom and I left on our trip, we had a frozen pizza (True to my word, I only had three slices). I was a bit torn. Initially, I assume mom and I would go to Pizza Ranch the following weekend, but we went on Monday instead. If I had pizza I would be cheating. But then I thought, well. If I have three slices at Pizza Ranch on Monday, that just means I won’t be able to have pizza for like, two weeks. Hey! Great! Problem solved.
Do you see what’s beginning to happen here? The excuses? Yeah.
At Pizza Ranch, I knew I had to make those three slices count so I didn’t want just ANY pizza. So while on the lookout for something I liked, I had a salad, cream of broccoli soup, chicken made of grease and mashed potatoes and gravy. Seriously, that chicken thigh or whatever it was wasn’t made of chicken, and I would pay for it later. I also was able to eat a garlic finger. Anyway, by the time they brought out a pizza I liked, I was stuffed! I think I was able to eat the tip off a slice of something, but that was it. And then…the stomach pains. I hadn’t had those pains in a year. Since my appendix, I’ve only had a few stomach aches. This was number four. It felt like hell. You know those kinds that come in waves? And you feel sweaty but then you get chills? That’s what this was. Unfortunately, mom and I had planned to go to Walmart to look at a few things, and I didn’t want to bail. So we went to Walmart where I was sometimes bent over in agony. BUT! Mom finally got her cell phone, so that was positive.
When I got home…well, you can imagine, even if you don’t want to. The next day was another interesting day in the bathroom department, but anyway.
I think for the rest of the week I’ve been eating cereal for dinner, so nothing new there. My breakfasts usually consist of either Raisin Bran, a bagel or two strawberry Pop Tarts. Lunch is generally left-overs or two sandwiches.
Wednesday night, mom and I drove to Appleton to see Alice in Wonderland in 3D. Mom had popcorn. I had a bottle of water. I feel bad for mom. She’s really concerned about eating certain things in front of me. It really doesn’t bother me. It really does not. I’m okay. Sure I WANT popcorn, but I also want tickets to see the Late Late Show live. I’ll survive without it. I think she’s also worried about me having fun, you know? Not being able to have a snack at Cirque du Soleil or the movies. Or going out to Pizza Ranch. You know? These are the things we like to do.
Thursday I went to Oshkosh to have lunch with some friends. I had a Cajun chicken salad with a breadstick. It was very large and very good. I felt like a pig though. I really scarfed that shit down. Oh well, I was hungry.
On the way home I hit a bird. It was like the size of a chicken. Just came waddling out in front of the car. I slammed on the breaks, but it wasn’t going to be enough. K-Boomp-Boomp. I look out the rearview and there’s a Floof of feathers. If it wasn’t heart breaking, it might have been comical. I felt so bad. I couldn’t believe *I* of all people ran something over. I actually hit something. I felt that I did, I heard it and I saw it.
Last night was Friday night (mom and I got our nails done…thanks Mom!) and I realized that I hadn’t had a bowl movement since Tuesday. So I took a Women’s Laxitive. That’s what it was called. I took two pills. Cut to 7:30 this morning and I’m dying. I feel like I have the flu, only there’s no relief after I use the facilities. I go about three times in the span of a half hour. For most men, they don’t understand why this is odd.
Now I know I’m on empty, so that’s a comfort. I think next time if I need those things, I’m only going to take one pill.
Before I end this long-winded tale, we have to get to the matter at hand. How am I doing? Well, you may have noticed that I’ve started making some excuses and kinda stopped caring. And that’s true. The truth of it is, I’m bored with this. It’s not that temptation is taking over and I just can’t keep myself away from the foods I want. Not a thing of it. I’m just getting bored with it. I’m getting tired of caring. Do you think Jesus got bored? Wandering the desert with no food, water, or internet? Even if he wasn’t desiring some fish or wine, he must have at least gotten a little sick and tired of tasting sand and sweat. “Father!” he must have cried, “Can you at least make this sand taste like cardboard? Make it taste like ass; I don’t care! Just so it doesn’t taste like SAND!”
Palm Sunday is tomorrow, which means I have a week to go. I can do it no problem. It’s about time. I’m losing interest in doing the right thing.
Well, it’s now almost 2:30 and I haven’t eaten in about four hours, so I’m going to find something to ingest.
Easter is almost upon us. ¡ALEGRÍA!
Let’s see…last weekend, mom and I went down to Illinois to see my brother. On the way down we stopped at Wendy’s. Oh I know! Mom didn’t know what to get since she doesn’t eat there often (there isn’t one in Fond du Lac), so I told her to get what I usually get: Spicy Chicken combo with fries. I kinda ate vicariously through her. For myself it was a Mandarin chicken salad. I THOUGHT about getting a chicken grilled sandwich and getting a baked potato instead of fries, but then I thought about it. You know…if it had been at a sit-down restaurant, I might have gotten away with it. But this is FAST FOOD. It’s junk. It’s garbage. Don’t do it. So I didn’t. I had my salad. It was okay.
That night we went out for Mexican food. Yay! There are NO Mexican restaurants in Fort McMurray. I mean it. Zip. None. Nada. Cero. To make it clear, Taco Time does NOT count. Taco Time isn’t even food. I know this because on a packed day in the food court, Taco Time still has no line. Anyway, to get back to the trip, we ate at a place near my brother’s apartment called la Fiesta. It’s owned by the same people who own Del Toro, another Mexican restaurant we frequent while we’re down there. I had a strawberry margarita and chicken fajitas. That margarita was REALLY strong. On an empty stomach it was a lot of fun. ;)
Anyway, it was a good meal and a good visit with my brother.
The next day, mom and I went to CIRQUE DU SOLEIL!!!!! YES! I know! I couldn’t believe it! And we saw Alegría, which is one of my favourites. It really was one of the only bright spots of the day. Before we went to the show, mom and I went to pick up a pay-as-you go cell phone at a store, but we had MAJOR issues. The phone wouldn’t scan. Literally, NO one could get it to work. It was very strange. The minutes card scanned fine and we paid for that while someone else tried to get the phone to work. Well, after about an hour and a half, we said screw it and got the minutes card refunded. It kinda put us in a foul mood. Mom was pissed because we were on a time schedule (because of Cirque), and I was getting frustrated that she was getting frustrated. After that, everything seemed to make her mad: traffic, parking, everything. Great.
Then after the show, Dave and I got a into a huge fight over the phone (which unfortunately my mother had to witness). So, yeah. Thank you Cirque for bringing some light into my day and my life.
That night we went to eat at a neat little restaurant whose name I just don’t know. It kinda had an old pub feel, only there was no pub. Small, but very neat. Kinda turn on the century décor. Maybe more 1920’s: Old cash register a small old propeller plane, pictures of men with large mustaches. But I digress. I had a bacon cheeseburger.
Okay. I know what you’re going to say and here’s my justification:
Remember my earlier story of the chicken sandwich? How having one at a fast food place was unacceptable, but having one in a sit-down restaurant would be? Same logic here. I know that the chef at this place at least drained the fat off the burger before he put it on the bun. I know that HE knows what’s in that burger, and that he’s okay with letting me eat it. I know he put some time and thought into preparing my meal. I know he makes more than minimum wage.
So anyway, I had a lovely bacon cheeseburger with…ick. Potato salad. My choices were fries, potato salad or coleslaw. Well, I only like the former, so what was I to do? I picked the lesser of two evils. To my credit, I ate about half the potato salad. It really had no taste, but I think that because it’s cold is what turns me off of it in general. I also had a glass of white zinfandel. I had the server put it on a separate bill so I could pay for it myself. Mom paid for my margarita the night before despite my protests, so I wasn’t about to let her do it again.
The next morning, before we left for home, my brother made us breakfast. Eggs, bacon and English muffins so we could make our own breakfast sandwiches. He also made some peppermint tea which was fabulous.
I drove the first half of the trek home, but my back was really sore and I was really tired. I took the back pains as a cue to drink more water, which I did (and I was the first one to use the bathroom when we got home). We stopped at Culver’s on the way home, where mom had a mint fudge cone (it looked SO good), and I had a grilled chicken basket with mashed potatoes and gravy. Culvers may make their food fresh, but it’s still technically fast food. So was this cheating?
Probably. Only at that point, I had stopped caring. More on that later.
That night we had tacos (I’ve been known to put away half a dozen at least) that I put away quickly because I had over-the-phone DnD.
Monday night, mom and I went to Pizza Ranch. What IS pizza ranch? Well, it’s kinda like a small pizza buffet. They have six or seven kinds of pizza at the bar, or you can order one special. They also have soup, salad, chicken and potatoes. Now…Friday night, before mom and I left on our trip, we had a frozen pizza (True to my word, I only had three slices). I was a bit torn. Initially, I assume mom and I would go to Pizza Ranch the following weekend, but we went on Monday instead. If I had pizza I would be cheating. But then I thought, well. If I have three slices at Pizza Ranch on Monday, that just means I won’t be able to have pizza for like, two weeks. Hey! Great! Problem solved.
Do you see what’s beginning to happen here? The excuses? Yeah.
At Pizza Ranch, I knew I had to make those three slices count so I didn’t want just ANY pizza. So while on the lookout for something I liked, I had a salad, cream of broccoli soup, chicken made of grease and mashed potatoes and gravy. Seriously, that chicken thigh or whatever it was wasn’t made of chicken, and I would pay for it later. I also was able to eat a garlic finger. Anyway, by the time they brought out a pizza I liked, I was stuffed! I think I was able to eat the tip off a slice of something, but that was it. And then…the stomach pains. I hadn’t had those pains in a year. Since my appendix, I’ve only had a few stomach aches. This was number four. It felt like hell. You know those kinds that come in waves? And you feel sweaty but then you get chills? That’s what this was. Unfortunately, mom and I had planned to go to Walmart to look at a few things, and I didn’t want to bail. So we went to Walmart where I was sometimes bent over in agony. BUT! Mom finally got her cell phone, so that was positive.
When I got home…well, you can imagine, even if you don’t want to. The next day was another interesting day in the bathroom department, but anyway.
I think for the rest of the week I’ve been eating cereal for dinner, so nothing new there. My breakfasts usually consist of either Raisin Bran, a bagel or two strawberry Pop Tarts. Lunch is generally left-overs or two sandwiches.
Wednesday night, mom and I drove to Appleton to see Alice in Wonderland in 3D. Mom had popcorn. I had a bottle of water. I feel bad for mom. She’s really concerned about eating certain things in front of me. It really doesn’t bother me. It really does not. I’m okay. Sure I WANT popcorn, but I also want tickets to see the Late Late Show live. I’ll survive without it. I think she’s also worried about me having fun, you know? Not being able to have a snack at Cirque du Soleil or the movies. Or going out to Pizza Ranch. You know? These are the things we like to do.
Thursday I went to Oshkosh to have lunch with some friends. I had a Cajun chicken salad with a breadstick. It was very large and very good. I felt like a pig though. I really scarfed that shit down. Oh well, I was hungry.
On the way home I hit a bird. It was like the size of a chicken. Just came waddling out in front of the car. I slammed on the breaks, but it wasn’t going to be enough. K-Boomp-Boomp. I look out the rearview and there’s a Floof of feathers. If it wasn’t heart breaking, it might have been comical. I felt so bad. I couldn’t believe *I* of all people ran something over. I actually hit something. I felt that I did, I heard it and I saw it.
Last night was Friday night (mom and I got our nails done…thanks Mom!) and I realized that I hadn’t had a bowl movement since Tuesday. So I took a Women’s Laxitive. That’s what it was called. I took two pills. Cut to 7:30 this morning and I’m dying. I feel like I have the flu, only there’s no relief after I use the facilities. I go about three times in the span of a half hour. For most men, they don’t understand why this is odd.
Now I know I’m on empty, so that’s a comfort. I think next time if I need those things, I’m only going to take one pill.
Before I end this long-winded tale, we have to get to the matter at hand. How am I doing? Well, you may have noticed that I’ve started making some excuses and kinda stopped caring. And that’s true. The truth of it is, I’m bored with this. It’s not that temptation is taking over and I just can’t keep myself away from the foods I want. Not a thing of it. I’m just getting bored with it. I’m getting tired of caring. Do you think Jesus got bored? Wandering the desert with no food, water, or internet? Even if he wasn’t desiring some fish or wine, he must have at least gotten a little sick and tired of tasting sand and sweat. “Father!” he must have cried, “Can you at least make this sand taste like cardboard? Make it taste like ass; I don’t care! Just so it doesn’t taste like SAND!”
Palm Sunday is tomorrow, which means I have a week to go. I can do it no problem. It’s about time. I’m losing interest in doing the right thing.
Well, it’s now almost 2:30 and I haven’t eaten in about four hours, so I’m going to find something to ingest.
Easter is almost upon us. ¡ALEGRÍA!
Monday, March 15, 2010
Jesus Christ, Where Have YOU Been?
Today is Monday.
I wrote the following on Sunday.
It’s been a very long time since I made a journal entry. I chalk most of that up to being on dial-up service for the last week. It’s almost not worth the effort.
I’m trying to remember what went on the last week. The weather has been dismal. I flew in Tuesday, March 9th and it was foggy and it hasn’t let up until today Sunday, March 14th. It’s partly cloudy and I can actually see blue sky and SUN! It’s a miracle.
So, I guess I have to go as far back as Tuesday.
No! Farther! Friday March 5th we went out to a salad bar type restaurant called Sweet Tomatoes. They have a great salad bar and they also have pasta and soup. I pigged out. No dessert though. Well…I had a cranberry muffin for dessert. I should have passed as I was stuffed.
Sunday the 7th after church they usually serve coffee and coffee cake; stuff like that. I took what I thought was pound cake (which really isn’t cake at all), but it turned out it had lemon curd in it. I took only a bite or two before I realized this, and promptly threw the rest away. Was it wasteful? Yes. But God can deal with that.
Tuesday, during my layover in Atlanta (all four hours of it), I sat down and had an actual meal. I had cream of broccoli soup and a grilled chicken sandwich with baked potato. It wasn’t the greatest thing I’ve ever eaten, but it wasn’t bad for airport food. My server was amazing though.
Since being here I think I’ve done okay. Without high-speed internet, I find myself bored a LOT, and I want to eat. I’ve cheated twice since being here, but I can say honestly that they weren’t intentional. I had some Silk chocolate milk and it wasn’t until the next day that I realized I shouldn’t have had it. Yesterday there were pancakes for breakfast and without thinking I had a bit of my chocolate chip pancake. After I realized what I had done, I gave it to my mom.
So yes, I cheated. Like I said though, they’re not intentional cheats. It wasn’t like I got the chocolate milk out of the fridge and said to myself, “Well, just this once. No one will know.” Not at all. It just didn’t dawn on me at all. Same with the pancakes. The only time I think I intentionally did cheat was when I was at my dad’s in Florida. I had a bad taste in my mouth and just wanted to clear it out, so I ate a single wheat thin. One.
So speaking of Lent, I went to Menasha last night to see a production of JCS. I’ve never seen it before, so that was cool. I know some of the music, but never saw the show. It was quite good for a church community production. My friend Crystal was the choreographer and had a small role, so it was good to see her. My old High School band teacher directed the show. He recognized me, but I don’t think he could put a name with my face. Oh well. Saw some high school acquaintances (they were in my brother’s grad class, not mine). I think my two favourites were Pilot and Judas. They sang the best I think, although I think the numbers for Judas were a touch out of the actor’s vocal range. You could tell he had some jitters at the beginning but smoothed himself out as the show went on. And Pilot was solid all the way through.
Monday:
Anyway, frosting cut-out cookies tomorrow. Wish me luck.
I wrote the following on Sunday.
It’s been a very long time since I made a journal entry. I chalk most of that up to being on dial-up service for the last week. It’s almost not worth the effort.
I’m trying to remember what went on the last week. The weather has been dismal. I flew in Tuesday, March 9th and it was foggy and it hasn’t let up until today Sunday, March 14th. It’s partly cloudy and I can actually see blue sky and SUN! It’s a miracle.
So, I guess I have to go as far back as Tuesday.
No! Farther! Friday March 5th we went out to a salad bar type restaurant called Sweet Tomatoes. They have a great salad bar and they also have pasta and soup. I pigged out. No dessert though. Well…I had a cranberry muffin for dessert. I should have passed as I was stuffed.
Sunday the 7th after church they usually serve coffee and coffee cake; stuff like that. I took what I thought was pound cake (which really isn’t cake at all), but it turned out it had lemon curd in it. I took only a bite or two before I realized this, and promptly threw the rest away. Was it wasteful? Yes. But God can deal with that.
Tuesday, during my layover in Atlanta (all four hours of it), I sat down and had an actual meal. I had cream of broccoli soup and a grilled chicken sandwich with baked potato. It wasn’t the greatest thing I’ve ever eaten, but it wasn’t bad for airport food. My server was amazing though.
Since being here I think I’ve done okay. Without high-speed internet, I find myself bored a LOT, and I want to eat. I’ve cheated twice since being here, but I can say honestly that they weren’t intentional. I had some Silk chocolate milk and it wasn’t until the next day that I realized I shouldn’t have had it. Yesterday there were pancakes for breakfast and without thinking I had a bit of my chocolate chip pancake. After I realized what I had done, I gave it to my mom.
So yes, I cheated. Like I said though, they’re not intentional cheats. It wasn’t like I got the chocolate milk out of the fridge and said to myself, “Well, just this once. No one will know.” Not at all. It just didn’t dawn on me at all. Same with the pancakes. The only time I think I intentionally did cheat was when I was at my dad’s in Florida. I had a bad taste in my mouth and just wanted to clear it out, so I ate a single wheat thin. One.
So speaking of Lent, I went to Menasha last night to see a production of JCS. I’ve never seen it before, so that was cool. I know some of the music, but never saw the show. It was quite good for a church community production. My friend Crystal was the choreographer and had a small role, so it was good to see her. My old High School band teacher directed the show. He recognized me, but I don’t think he could put a name with my face. Oh well. Saw some high school acquaintances (they were in my brother’s grad class, not mine). I think my two favourites were Pilot and Judas. They sang the best I think, although I think the numbers for Judas were a touch out of the actor’s vocal range. You could tell he had some jitters at the beginning but smoothed himself out as the show went on. And Pilot was solid all the way through.
Monday:
Anyway, frosting cut-out cookies tomorrow. Wish me luck.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Dear Jesus, Do You Need a Drink of Water More Than Me?
So Tuesday night we did indeed go out to dinner with my relatives.
It was a very brief visit, but nice anyway.
We went to a nice steakhouse (like The Keg but better) where our server looked like Gary Oldman. I almost offered the bastard my meal.
I had a glass of white zinfandel and a glass of water to drink. First came salad and bread. House salad with their house dressing of garlic ranch, which probably came out of a Kraft bottle. Don't get me wrong, it was VERY good.
For dinner I had quite a large New York strip with garlic mashed potatoes. I don't know how many ounces my steak was, but I can tell you it was in the shape of Florida. It was VERY thick, which I wasn't expecting, but welcomed. Now, I ordered my meat Medium, which I've never done before. My reasoning was that just about everyone at the table ordered theirs Medium as well, and didn't want everyone to have to wait longer on account of me. Oddly enough, I think my meat was cooked Medium Rare because it was quite pink and mine was the only one that bled onto my plate. It was good though.
And I'm quite proud of myself for eating only about half of my entree and taking the rest home (which I finished for lunch this afternoon).
Yesterday was...well, interesting to say the least. Leslie had gone to the early Lenten service which meant we wouldn't go for supper and service that evening. So whilst at the mall, I picked up some sushi for myself and she got some Thai food (which looked amazing). I got avocado and California rolls. They were okay. They were much smaller than what I'm used to at Fuji's and seemed to be made with no real care. Oh well.
That night I decided to join Leslie in watching a Ghost Hunter Marathon leading up to a 2-hour live Ghost Hunter episode: Live from Alcatraz. Did I mention we were drinking wine while we did this? We were pretty hammered. Poor dad. Poor poor dad. So yeah. In honour of the third Wednesday in Lent, I got drunk...with my step-mom. I was so dried out this morning, I'll bet I needed a drink of water more than Jesus did in that desert. I actually felt fine accept for that (the dryness). Oh, and because I woke up with the surprise of getting my period three days early, I also was bloated. So I was bloated, crampy, back-achey and head-achey...but not hungover. And that's the honest truth.
After my leftover steak supper (which I added some raw mixed veggies to), I had a lovely green apple at around 3:00pm. At 7:00pm I ate supper of a nice meatloaf that Leslie made, mashed potatoes and cooked mixed veggies. I had two slices of that meatloaf, one serving of potatoes and one serving of veggies and I was stuffed. A bit later I had two pieces of melon for "dessert" I suppose.
Oh, and when I say serving I mean "my share." Because you know, you have X amount of potatoes and it's gotta feed three people. So I take my share AKA a third. Also, by serving I mean I didn't get seconds on it.
Now, let's see. I had a glass of orange juice and at least three glasses of water today and I'm still so dry! I wonder if it's water retention.
For Easter I don't want chocolate or candy. I want a case of Mt. Dew.
I guess that should be all for now.
Cheers.
J.
It was a very brief visit, but nice anyway.
We went to a nice steakhouse (like The Keg but better) where our server looked like Gary Oldman. I almost offered the bastard my meal.
I had a glass of white zinfandel and a glass of water to drink. First came salad and bread. House salad with their house dressing of garlic ranch, which probably came out of a Kraft bottle. Don't get me wrong, it was VERY good.
For dinner I had quite a large New York strip with garlic mashed potatoes. I don't know how many ounces my steak was, but I can tell you it was in the shape of Florida. It was VERY thick, which I wasn't expecting, but welcomed. Now, I ordered my meat Medium, which I've never done before. My reasoning was that just about everyone at the table ordered theirs Medium as well, and didn't want everyone to have to wait longer on account of me. Oddly enough, I think my meat was cooked Medium Rare because it was quite pink and mine was the only one that bled onto my plate. It was good though.
And I'm quite proud of myself for eating only about half of my entree and taking the rest home (which I finished for lunch this afternoon).
Yesterday was...well, interesting to say the least. Leslie had gone to the early Lenten service which meant we wouldn't go for supper and service that evening. So whilst at the mall, I picked up some sushi for myself and she got some Thai food (which looked amazing). I got avocado and California rolls. They were okay. They were much smaller than what I'm used to at Fuji's and seemed to be made with no real care. Oh well.
That night I decided to join Leslie in watching a Ghost Hunter Marathon leading up to a 2-hour live Ghost Hunter episode: Live from Alcatraz. Did I mention we were drinking wine while we did this? We were pretty hammered. Poor dad. Poor poor dad. So yeah. In honour of the third Wednesday in Lent, I got drunk...with my step-mom. I was so dried out this morning, I'll bet I needed a drink of water more than Jesus did in that desert. I actually felt fine accept for that (the dryness). Oh, and because I woke up with the surprise of getting my period three days early, I also was bloated. So I was bloated, crampy, back-achey and head-achey...but not hungover. And that's the honest truth.
After my leftover steak supper (which I added some raw mixed veggies to), I had a lovely green apple at around 3:00pm. At 7:00pm I ate supper of a nice meatloaf that Leslie made, mashed potatoes and cooked mixed veggies. I had two slices of that meatloaf, one serving of potatoes and one serving of veggies and I was stuffed. A bit later I had two pieces of melon for "dessert" I suppose.
Oh, and when I say serving I mean "my share." Because you know, you have X amount of potatoes and it's gotta feed three people. So I take my share AKA a third. Also, by serving I mean I didn't get seconds on it.
Now, let's see. I had a glass of orange juice and at least three glasses of water today and I'm still so dry! I wonder if it's water retention.
For Easter I don't want chocolate or candy. I want a case of Mt. Dew.
I guess that should be all for now.
Cheers.
J.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Walt Disney Never Ate Salad in His Life
Yesterday my dad took me to Disney World!
We were very lucky to have the weather we did. The warmest it's been in a week. Apparently this time of year, only Tuesdays are good days.
I woke up that morning with my stomach kind eh. Probably from the wine and bagel I had the night before. Yeah, classy. So I had some fruit for breakfast: musk melon, water melon and cantelope, red and green grapes, strawberries, and a banana.
Anyway, lots of exercise was had. We walked all over creation to find a restaurant that had food I could eat. It was hard. Eventually we found a place across from the riverboat dock that had chicken. I had chicken bits (Think chicken nuggets with a really thick and crunchy breading) with apple slices (instead of fries) and a bottle of water. Now. I have to be completely honest and fair. At this restaurant, they DID have a kind of vegetarian sandwich and two kinds of salad. My resoning behind getting the chicken is I figured I'd get more for my money as opposed to the salad, and Ialso really didn't think it was cheating. I STILL believe that getting the chicken wasn't cheating, but I do agree that it wasn't the healthiest choice I could have made.
Later that night, around 7:00pm I got a giant pretzel. No sauce, and I scraped all the coarse salt off.
Dad and I were going to stop at a Subway on the way home, but dammit, it took an hour and a half to get out of that park and with another hour and a half to drive home, we said screw it.
I scarfed down a banana when I got home, called Dave quick, and then crashed.
I must have had a hell of a night of sleep because when I woke up my pajama top was all messed up and my teeth hurt (means I was grinding or clenching my teeth). Can't remember a thing though. Oh well.
Today I've had a bowl of cereal and bagel with cream cheese. Hmmmm, I've been up for eight hours so that means I'm eating every four hours...that's acceptable right?
I don't know what dinner plans are tonight. My Aunt Janet and Uncle Tony are by for a visit and I'm ASSUMING we'll be taking them to dinner.
We were very lucky to have the weather we did. The warmest it's been in a week. Apparently this time of year, only Tuesdays are good days.
I woke up that morning with my stomach kind eh. Probably from the wine and bagel I had the night before. Yeah, classy. So I had some fruit for breakfast: musk melon, water melon and cantelope, red and green grapes, strawberries, and a banana.
Anyway, lots of exercise was had. We walked all over creation to find a restaurant that had food I could eat. It was hard. Eventually we found a place across from the riverboat dock that had chicken. I had chicken bits (Think chicken nuggets with a really thick and crunchy breading) with apple slices (instead of fries) and a bottle of water. Now. I have to be completely honest and fair. At this restaurant, they DID have a kind of vegetarian sandwich and two kinds of salad. My resoning behind getting the chicken is I figured I'd get more for my money as opposed to the salad, and Ialso really didn't think it was cheating. I STILL believe that getting the chicken wasn't cheating, but I do agree that it wasn't the healthiest choice I could have made.
Later that night, around 7:00pm I got a giant pretzel. No sauce, and I scraped all the coarse salt off.
Dad and I were going to stop at a Subway on the way home, but dammit, it took an hour and a half to get out of that park and with another hour and a half to drive home, we said screw it.
I scarfed down a banana when I got home, called Dave quick, and then crashed.
I must have had a hell of a night of sleep because when I woke up my pajama top was all messed up and my teeth hurt (means I was grinding or clenching my teeth). Can't remember a thing though. Oh well.
Today I've had a bowl of cereal and bagel with cream cheese. Hmmmm, I've been up for eight hours so that means I'm eating every four hours...that's acceptable right?
I don't know what dinner plans are tonight. My Aunt Janet and Uncle Tony are by for a visit and I'm ASSUMING we'll be taking them to dinner.
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