I can see jicama in a salad easily. It's definitely something to add to my "things to buy when I have to cook my own food" list.
I'm going to have to forgo most of my birthday pigout this weekend. I'm still getting together with my friend on Saturday, but I'll be skipping most of the food (save me money as well as calories!), and I'll also have my splurge salad for lunch on Friday.
When my back was out last week, I reverted back to my old habit of eating really bad food when I feel sick/in pain. Then yesterday I found a scale at Bed, Bath, and Beyond that went up to my current weight. When I got on it this morning, I found I've only lost 3 pounds since I was on the Weight Watchers scale on 2/28. That's three pounds in three weeks, which totally blows.
So, I'm making sure I stick with the diet as much as possible and going into the fitness center every damn day of the week. My swim yesterday was cut short after only an hour and 23 laps, but Thursday, I'll make sure I get in the full mile. Tonight's treadmill workout is going to be more for time than speed or distance--I'm aiming for 35 minutes at a slower pace, so I might not even get a full mile in, but that's okay.
On doctor's orders I've now switched from Atkins to a low fat, high fiber diet. Which means lots of fruit, multigrain breads, wheat crackers, and raisin bran while dialing back on the meat and cheese. Also, full range of Asian food is back on the menu.
Hopefully this will kick start my metabolism again, as the low carb option had slowed to about a 1 lb/week loss there at the end.
I can eat jicama until I make myself sick on it. I love the stuff.
erika, I'll bring some champagne to F2F if you're coming...
What does it take to make me kiss everyone...? Oh, honestly. If they have lips.
Pantry? My pantry, at this moment, contains a beer cooler, some leftover paint, a trash bag full of packing peanuts, and a dozen cans of tuna. Oh, and a Hellboy figurine.
Can someone explain to me the plot of The Scarlet Pimpernel in like five sentences?
Scarlet Pimpernel:
France has a revolution in which pretty people have to die. England attempts to smuggle pretty people out of France to preserve the overall prettiness factor. French actress and her English boob husband travel in France. Mayhem ensues. Boobs turn out not to be as booby as you might think. The end.
My pantry is pretty well stocked and least with the stuff we eat all the time, so that I usually only have to buy the fresh ingredients for the week. I try to stock up when things are on sale. I could probably make dinners for quite a while just based on what is in my pantry and my freezer.
I can eat jicama until I make myself sick on it. I love the stuff.
Plei is me. Jicama is of the YUM.
Quiet today. I will retell something funny that someone said to me this weekend that describes my day today: it was Sunday night, and he asked how my weekend had been. I was puzzled about a question that specific.
"Weekend? Don't you mean week?"
"I don't need to ask about your work week. I just assume it's 'beat my own Tetris score!'"
I just like to say "jicama." It's fun -- try it!
HICK-a-muh! HICK-a-muh!
All I know about jicama I learned from Top Chef.
