I eat more on Nutrisystem than I did when I was NOT in a diet. I am now not paying for the food and follwing their guidelines with my own food. In my case, I think it was that I was not getting enough protein, especially early in the day. I now have a fat free yoghurt and a South Beach bar every morning, then a serving of salad and another bar of some sort for lunch, fruit in the afternoon for a snack, then a full dinner and dessert too!
I know I can never eat in what I think of as a "normal" way again and not gain weight. of course my normal includes chocolate every day, lots of carbs and cheese. I can have those as treats but not every day.
Babies! Cutiehead babies!
And back after doing a software update on the computer-- much ~ma to Drew and Kristin and hey, Universe? BACK OFF ALREADY.
I was dreaming I was at my credit union, and for whatever reason, Melissa Etheridge was giving a show IN THE BANK. There were some chairs all around, so I sat down, cuz hell, it's Melissa Etheridge. Then members of the cast/crew from Beauty & The Beast tour fill in the other seats around me. And one gives me a nod of approval. Then I realize I am wearing a B&tB t-shirt. Um. Ok. Then I kinds rouse and realize iPod alarm clock was playing Lesbian List (created when a lesbian friend of mine was going thru my iPod saying, "damn BC, you have a lot of dyke music. What's up with that?"
So I turn off the music and proceed to roll over and back to sleep. A few minutes later, an unusual alarm starts chirping. What the hell is that? I turned off all buzzer alarms. Shit! It's the computer UPS. Seems the power just went out. My power is through the apartment complex. Guess who is not answering their phone? I'm guessing it's not just my apt then.
:: sigh:: guess I'm not watching the olympics this morning.
Thanks, y'all.
all was well until David left to drive them back to their hotel and Matilda realized that DADDY HAD LEFT WITH THAT OTHER BABY.
Cue forty minutes of hideous tantrum: roaring, crying so hard the tears were literally squirting off her face, pounding and kicking on the front door, snarling, "DADDY! DADDY!" in a horrid Exorcist!baby voice,
Oh, poor Matilda. And poor JZ!
On the plus side, Matilda slept through the night and woke up unsurprised to see me.
She's now rummaging through the latest box of clothes from Stephanie (Thank you!) and picking out a pretty dress for all today's social activities.
Oh, you are very welcome! I'm glad they made it safely (you should have two boxes). As I told Cash, I have a hard time giving away Ellie's clothes but I like doing it when I'm sending it to someone I know.
Crying wears the little boos out. Can't wait to see them today.
Called DH this morning. We're getting another visit from Rotorooter--this one courtesy of Olivia. When C said, ")ou may know my wife" Brad, the Rotorooter dude asked, "How's Owen?"
:facepalms:
Rotorooter dude asked, "How's Owen?"
Hehehe. I'm sorry, that is just too funny. They should name one of their snakes for him, he's probably keeping them profitable.
