Oh, dear. You were doing so well.

Maybe the DayQuil wore off. I don't know. But yeah, my body thinks it might be too early to start ingesting real food, and I feel like I'm trying to breathe through clammy mud. The internets are not dancing for my entertainment. I declare this stupid year to be over! And stupid!

My laziness may be an asset in this way.

yeah, that was good for me when I was on the atkins diet. I had just moved, and I'd eaten all of the carbs, so there was nothing in the house that I couldn't eat. In order to cheat, I had to leave the house.

I have actually experienced the mythic endorphin rush. But it's a rare thing.

This has only happened to me after childbirth and after marathons. In each case I assumed the rush was relief for the torture ending.

My SIL does well with the grazing type diet. She eats itty bitty meals every couple hours. Starting at 6am. They are like tiny balanced meals too. A piece of cheese with a bit of fruit and some celery. That sort of thing. It takes a huge amount of preparation. And she logs it all. Ugh. I want a pizza and red wine diet.

Also, I'm not working and watched Days of Our Lives. Now I want Natter 56 to be These are the Days of Our Lives. Except I still like the blank title idea more.

In more news, I have Italian Wedding Soup on the stove and it is making me very hungry, but I don't want to add the spinach and pasta until later. Maybe I need to take a big taste test of the broth.

Poor DH is Sickly McIllington. I had this cold/flu thing before him and it only knocked me out for a couple of days before turning into the more manageable Sniffly Aftereffects That Will Not Die. It is hitting him much harder and the poor guy has been feeling terrible for almost a week.

My goal is to try to eat what I want, but it has to be actual food and not chocolate, cookies, chips, etc. I tend to snack on totally empty calories, so we are going to stock up on heathy stuff, like baby carrots and good cheese and fruit and stuff like that.

Once I get all of the crap out of my house (aided by bringing some into work), I am going to try to cook more, which will result in eating better, which should result in these jeans not digging into my fat gut.

Driver blames pterodactyl for crashing into pole

A 29-year-old Wenatchee man told police a pterodactyl caused him to drive his car into a light pole about 11:30 p.m. Thursday.

When police asked the man what caused the accident, his one-word answer was "pterodactyl," Smith said. A pterodactyl was a giant winged reptile that lived more than 65 million years ago.

A pterodactyl was a giant winged reptile that lived more than 65 million years ago.

Well, you can see how that might be distracting.

I don't even eat that badly (well, except for the cheese fries and excessive amounts of beer), I just eat too much. I cook, and it's good. And I eat it all. Or most of it. and then, there's just a little bit left, and I might as well eat it, because it's good, and it's not enough to save . . .

I never ate really huge quantities. But I was the Queen of Processed Foods. If it had high fructose corn syrup or transfats or came out of a drive thru window, I was SO there. Combine that with no exercise of any kind and only remembering to eat after 3 pm and never drinking water...well, it's no wonder that I packed on the pounds.