January 7th, 2008

Food and Recipes

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So, this weekend, I finally managed to go out and get a new blender. With that, yesterday, I started my diet again. I had done this back before I was taking care of Ray, but I just couldn't keep it all going while doing that as well..and ever since then, well, I've been lazy. Hey, at least I admit it.

So, yeah, got started partially yesterday, and back to it hardcore today. Already doing the exercise, which helps, but unless I cut down my food intake, I'm barely breaking even. I know my problem: I like to eat. Just gotta break that chain and train myself to eat less, first and foremost, while watching what I DO eat. I dropped 40 pounds last time, and if I hadn't come to a screeching halt with it all, I'd have held myself off. So, reboot, try again.

Fuck, I'm hungry. ;)

EDIT: if I'm gonna do it, then dammit, I'm gonna be honest and open about it. Weigh-in yesterday was 299. *twitch* Oh well, I have a baseline to work from.
Burn The World

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From the "Aww, Your Poor Babies" Department: According to reports, NBC will not be broadcasting the big Golden Globes show as planned for January 13th. Instead, a stripped down news telecast will be aired exclusively by NBC News from the Beverly Hilton Hotel in Beverly Hills, site of what was supposed to be the big show, where the Hollywood Foreign Press Association will announce the Golden Globe winners who won't be present in the room. Me, I say "huzzah!" Enough with the fucking hero worship that this country (and really, the world) does, drooling over every little thing celebrities do. One less award show is a damn good start. Seriously, who needs to watch three hours of celebrities showing off how much money they make? Fuck 'em.

From the "Let's Rethink This" Department: OK, we all know I dislike Disney. Not being a fan of ice skating, I just sneer every time they do another damn "Disney on Ice" show, since they seem to me to be completely unrelated and annoying...almost as annoying as all the fully-grown people who still worship at the grand altars of the Cult of the Mouse. However, you might join me in my pop-eyed stare on this latest one, "Nemo on Ice." Ignoring the 'frozen fish' jokes for a moment, you gotta wonder if anyone on the costuming squad ever stopped to think about the necessity of fishy cameltoe, googly-eyed tits, and double-donged clams. I mean, seriously, someone HAD to say "Uh, are we sure we want them to look this way?" The extra video clip only confirms my ranting about it's uselessness.

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Oh, and did I mention that I gave up the soda, too? Frankly, I was already sticking mostly to Diet Mountain Dew, so the calories weren't there, but I just up and went whole hog. Just gotta tough out the caffeine-withdrawal headache, now.