I want a Twinkie so badly right now I'd probably try to eat the desk if it had a picture of one pasted to it. I will not put up a photo of one on this blog, for fear I would try to eat the computer.
I just realized how incredibly spoiled I am (we are) -I've been eating only raw fruits and vegetables for two days now (evidently this is good for the colon) and while generally it hasn't been too bad, there are moments (like right now and the past half hour) where I have been craving ANYTHING and EVERYTHING else. I had to put a book down because the characters were in a restaurant and started talking about food. I'd probably go ballistic in a theater if I were watching Julie and Julia. I am SO BORED with fruits and vegetables!!!! (This is the spoiled part.) How is that possible? I've eaten at least nine different kinds of fruit today, and seven different veggies. I enjoyed them all. It's only for three days, and I am not only aware of this but consciously decided (eight veggies! I thought of another one!) to try this out. And yet I would quite possibly gouge someone else's eye out for their fatty/sugary baked goods. (Note to self: MUST go to bakery on Saturday).
What's next? A bean and rice diet, just to teach me some perspective and gratitude? (Er, maybe not - that would require even more Gas-X than I'm currently using.)
On the plus side, I've dropped at least two pounds in the first two days, and I've been stuffing myself. Time for a cup of herbal (peppermint is a natural appetite suppressant, did you know?) tea and off to bed... most likely to dream of Twinkies.
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August 27, 2009
January 11, 2009
Bon Anniversaire
In which we shall see: birthday rant, birthday report, birthday procedures revisited, yet another way-too-young guy, and birthday cake. (There should ALWAYS be cake.)
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I'd been meaning to post more often in the new year, just to keep in practice or something, and then (SURPRISE!) life happened. I have been regularly thinking about blogging in the past week, but it's usually just a list of some kind and the thought runs away just about as quickly as it comes.
I had a birthday this week - honestly, I'm not sure I understand the whole policy of giving presents to someone who's a year older. It's not like they had all that much to do with the birthday in the first place! Picture this: on any given person's birthday, instead of getting presents they GIVE them to all the friends and family that have helped them get through the past year (with an extra-nice gift for their mother, y'know, as a bonus). It's better to give than receive, right? Plus, people would be making friends and calling and sending notes and listening and "being there" for each other SO MUCH MORE, knowing that they could potentially receive a "birthday" present EVERY DAY of the year if they managed to make themselves indispensible to and loved by enough people! Before too long, we'd all even stop thinking about the presents (probably) and just focus on a life filled with wonderful friends.
I really like this idea, because at this point in my life birthdays are actually a wee bit depressing. I know this fabulous lady who once said that the way to counter birthday angst is to remember there are only two options - you're either dead, or you're having another birthday. (What she lacked in poetry she made up with puissance and personality.) It's a good point, really. May as well enjoy it, right? I enjoyed my birthday by not posting a bitter or grumpy blog entry (even though I DID figure out a major reason I'm not married - a topic that frequently comes up on birthdays [see above RE: depressing] and will probably show up later in a hopefully somewhat amusing format) and sitting through a very long dress rehearsal while nursing my (stupid) pinched nerve in my back that often makes me move like I'm 80 instead of my actual age. (Ha.)
In other news: The show is open and running well (COME SEE IT, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD), the pinched nerve is either settling down or I'm gaining a higher tolerance for pain, I'm speculating on some interesting possibilities of things to work on in the next couple of years that aren't necessarily what I want to do (LONDON) but could be more immediately important (future post, perhaps), and a darling teenage boy reassured me yesterday that someday I'd find the right guy and I wasn't really all that old anyway. Also, look for a present FROM me on my birthday next year. (Feel free to start sucking up now.)
Time to go find that one last piece of angel-food birthday cake that's calling my name! And then get to the gym tomorrow to break in my new birthday-present running shoes (or, hobbling shoes, depending on the back...)
More soon! Possibly in list format!
Watch out for falling turtles,
Cyd
Days without chocolate: approx. 14
Performances remaining: 8
Weight lost: not enough
Weight to lose: not quite double what I've lost
Dates I'll go on this year: I'm setting up a pool - what's your bet?
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I'd been meaning to post more often in the new year, just to keep in practice or something, and then (SURPRISE!) life happened. I have been regularly thinking about blogging in the past week, but it's usually just a list of some kind and the thought runs away just about as quickly as it comes.
I had a birthday this week - honestly, I'm not sure I understand the whole policy of giving presents to someone who's a year older. It's not like they had all that much to do with the birthday in the first place! Picture this: on any given person's birthday, instead of getting presents they GIVE them to all the friends and family that have helped them get through the past year (with an extra-nice gift for their mother, y'know, as a bonus). It's better to give than receive, right? Plus, people would be making friends and calling and sending notes and listening and "being there" for each other SO MUCH MORE, knowing that they could potentially receive a "birthday" present EVERY DAY of the year if they managed to make themselves indispensible to and loved by enough people! Before too long, we'd all even stop thinking about the presents (probably) and just focus on a life filled with wonderful friends.
I really like this idea, because at this point in my life birthdays are actually a wee bit depressing. I know this fabulous lady who once said that the way to counter birthday angst is to remember there are only two options - you're either dead, or you're having another birthday. (What she lacked in poetry she made up with puissance and personality.) It's a good point, really. May as well enjoy it, right? I enjoyed my birthday by not posting a bitter or grumpy blog entry (even though I DID figure out a major reason I'm not married - a topic that frequently comes up on birthdays [see above RE: depressing] and will probably show up later in a hopefully somewhat amusing format) and sitting through a very long dress rehearsal while nursing my (stupid) pinched nerve in my back that often makes me move like I'm 80 instead of my actual age. (Ha.)
In other news: The show is open and running well (COME SEE IT, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD), the pinched nerve is either settling down or I'm gaining a higher tolerance for pain, I'm speculating on some interesting possibilities of things to work on in the next couple of years that aren't necessarily what I want to do (LONDON) but could be more immediately important (future post, perhaps), and a darling teenage boy reassured me yesterday that someday I'd find the right guy and I wasn't really all that old anyway. Also, look for a present FROM me on my birthday next year. (Feel free to start sucking up now.)
Time to go find that one last piece of angel-food birthday cake that's calling my name! And then get to the gym tomorrow to break in my new birthday-present running shoes (or, hobbling shoes, depending on the back...)
More soon! Possibly in list format!
Watch out for falling turtles,
Cyd
Days without chocolate: approx. 14
Performances remaining: 8
Weight lost: not enough
Weight to lose: not quite double what I've lost
Dates I'll go on this year: I'm setting up a pool - what's your bet?
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