Delicious!
Well, I’m a tiny bit proud of myself. I did end up walking last night, though not very far.
Tonight, I was busy cooking. Then I was too full. Now it’s late, but I really wanted to walk, just to end the month all nicelike. J hasn’t really left me much of a choice, actually, because he forgot to take the dog out before he went to bed. So now I’m just putting it off, because it’s cold and windy out there.
God, could I be more boring?
I saw a lady today with 6-inch long fingernails, and I’m not even kidding. Okay, maybe I’m kidding a little bit. I would say that, at the very, very least, they were 4-inches long. Her profession? Eye exam professional at the Wal-Mart Vision Center. I’m sorry, but there’s no way in hell I would want 4-inch claws coming anywhere near my eyes!
And tonight’s dinner was SO damn good! Picture a warm piece of flatbread, covered in mixed greens, then covered in a mixture of caramelized onions and sun-dried tomatoes, and topped off with some grilled chicken strips (slightly charred on purpose, but not burned). Mmmmm. Seriously, mmmmmm! I don’t remember it being this good. As a side, we had a Mediterranean salad with cucumbers, tomatoes, and kalamata olives in red wine vinegar and olive oil. It was supposed to have red onions in it too, but Wal-Mart didn’t believe in selling red onions today.
And, holy shit, folks! It’s 11:00 and, not only do I have to walk the dog, I just remembered I have to bake a dozen muffins for tomorrow! So long!
Whiny ass post
Bullets shall suffice.
- Guitar Hero, cat urine remover spray, and headaches do not mix. I feel like crap.
- My supersensitive eyes were irritated by all the onions I chopped today, then by the onions/tomatoes that I burned today, and then by the sunlight, and they still burn. I feel like crap.
- Today was mushroom day, and mushroom-smell has always made me feel sick, and cooking enough of them for dinner for two families drove me crazy, and eating them at dinner didn’t help. I feel like crap.
- It’s 11pm and I haven’t gone for a walk yet. That makes me feel crappiest of all.
I’ll try to be cheerful tomorrow, guys. Sorry about that.
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I don’t care about anything else that I wanted to write about today, because my mom called me say that -
My cousin is coming home from Iraq tonight!!!
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Thank god and it’s about damn time. He’s been in Iraq twice and Afghanistan once, I think, and it’s a relief to know that he’s coming home safe to his wife and kids. A relief to know that we can all stop worrying for at least a little while.
Seriously, I’m so excited that I’ve been smiling nonstop, even at strangers, who appear to think I’m a bit nuts. Screw them, because my cousin is coming hoooome!
FPD Results: Week 1
As a reminder, one week ago today I weighed 299.2 and J weighed 264.4.
We had an amazing week! We stuck to our eating plan – okay, I stuck to my eating plan; J is counted as a semi-participating spouse from here on out – and I went for a walk every single day this week. Yes, in the cold. Yes, in the rain. And god yes, did it suck! But I was determined, because I can only skip 66 days of walking this year! Oh, you wondered about how Walk 300 Days is going? What’s today? Umm…I guess that would be 25 walks down, 275 to go! Wow, I didn’t even realize that tonight’s walk was a baby milestone! (A footstone, perhaps?) Let’s see…1/12 of the way to my 2008 goal!
My favorite days this week were the tropical fruit days: pineapple, lemon, and orange. Apple was my least favorite day, but I can’t hate it too much because it starts off with Apple-Raisin Oatmeal (soo much better than I thought it would be) and ends with Warm Apple Crisp. We did cheat and share a 12-oz Jones Soda (apple pie flavored! fit the theme!). Because of that soda, which cost me 80 calories, I stayed awake last night, praying that I hadn’t gained weight. Hoping that I had lost at least a pound or two. What if, after all this hype, I had nothing to show for it?
Ha. Ha ha ha ha ha.
I’m laughing because, the scale this morning? It woke my tired eyes right up. 292.0 – followed by 292.4 the next 3 times I stepped off and on in disbelief. Really? 292.4? I weigh…6.8 pounds less than last week? (I feel ridiculous posting that, because it sounds like exaggerated bullshit, but I SWEAR that it’s true.) Last time around, I lost 3.4 pounds the first week. It was thrilling then, and this is even better! I’m back to my weight from early November, before vacations and holidays got me all messed up. I can keep up everything I’m doing so far, because it’s all been pretty easy, and I can keep watching that number fall on the scale. I cannot wait to weigh in next Monday.
I miss that show
J came home with a borrowed CD the other day. “Dave told me to listen to this. He thought I would find it hilarious.” I glanced at it, something with a man hugging someone on the cover, and paid it no more attention.
Today, J started listening to this CD. “Wait, is this a comedy CD?” I asked. Yes, it was.
We’re listening and laughing, and J starts looking the guy up online. I hadn’t even noticed his name, or given him a good look, but his voice did sound a bit familiar. And then J brings up David Cross’s imdb page, and I yell, “Oh my god, it’s fucking Tobias?!!”
Yes, it is. And it’s wonderful.
Something new, followed by food talk, and then ending with something you don’t need to know
A lot of my favorite sites have at least one day per week where they post interesting & enjoyable links. I’m currently gathering such links, in hopes of having my first link post in a day or so. We’ll see.
J’s parents invited us over for dinner tonight. I told J that we could go, but only if we cooked our FPD dinner plan. I was really looking forward to tonight’s dinner, because last time around we skipped it. Anyway, they agreed, and we went over there to dine on Orange Grilled Chicken (supposed to be tuna), bulgur wheat, asparagus with grated orange peel, and dinner salad with orange juice drizzled on top. Dessert was supposed to be orange sorbet, but they couldn’t find any. I’ve never been able to find any. I seriously wonder if it even exists commercially. I have a recipe for it, but I forgot to prefreeze my ice cream maker. Oh well.
Everyone loved dinner! His parents mostly eat hippy food anyway, but this must have been healthier than even they are used to, because after dinner his dad said, “I feel like I need to go eat some butter to balance out all that healthy food.” He liked it though. So far, I have made 7 people fall in love with my FPD food. Okay, I included J & myself in that count, but still. That’s pretty damn impressive for so-called diet food.
On another note, I have reason to suspect that I might not be ovulating. Because my life needs another complication.
I’ve come a long way, baby
I told you how I had never cooked meat until Day 1 of the FPD two years ago, and how I did it with gloves on and eyes closed. It feels ridiculous to admit that, but it’s true. I’ve cooked chicken a few times since then, eventually getting to the point (a few weeks ago) where I could hold raw meat in my bare hands. No big deal for lots of people, but a huge accomplishment for me, personally.
But I’ve only ever handled raw chicken. Okay, so there was that one time when I was 14 and helped squash up some hamburger meat because it meant I got to work alongside the boy I liked, but I hated it, except for the being-close-to-him part, and was completely repulsed by the feel of it in my hands. I hate the feel of raw chicken too. I can’t think about it too much, because I was a vegetarian for 10 years, and thinking about meat still bothers me. Change of subject.
I stopped eating fish more than 15 years ago. Today, Lemon Day, called for a dinner of Pan Seared Tilapia with Lemon Chives & Capers. We substituted chicken last time. I was almost willing to try the tilapia, because the book kept talking about the mild flavor, but we couldn’t find it fresh. This time, since I’m cooking for my bosses as well, I figured I might as well just go for it.
I told her to go ahead and plan on tilapia, because she was willing to go buy it fresh at the expensive store, and I was willing to finally give it a try. I hoped. Up until the day, I questioned whether I would really be able to eat fish. I wanted to try, but I had my doubts. Eating fish? Scary.
Scarier? I didn’t really consider the fact that I would be cooking it. I would be touching raw fish.
I can’t quite explain what I thought fish would feel like, but I was wrong in my assumptions. Raw fish felt nothing like I thought it would. I’m so used to to the feel of chicken that I was completely thrown off by the relatively firm & dry fish. It was gross at first, but by the time I cooked my second fillet, I was touching with no problem. Mama better be proud. It was much easier than touching raw chicken. It made me hope that I would like it, just so it would be easier to handle.
Now, mind you, I was still a bit queasy during this whole fish encounter, but I was determined to do it. I mean, I had no choice. My bosses thought they were coming home to dinner, and there was no way I could wuss out. So I did what had to be done, and discovered that it wasn’t so bad. And, oh god, was I proud when I got a text message from my boss saying, “Chef SomeFatChick! That was our favorite dinner thus far!”
I love coming into cooking. I love making things that people enjoy. I love making a pile of simple ingredients into something delicious. I love the FPD book, for giving me the courage to start cooking like this in the first place.
And you know what? I kinda liked the tilapia too.
A bit funny
My check-out man at Wal-Mart tonight didn’t greet me. He didn’t even look up until I pointed out that the lemons rang up for 54 cents each, when they were supposed to be a quarter. He got it fixed, and then was quiet again until he scanned my bags of dried lentils. He rolled one around in his hand before putting it in the bag and saying, “I love the way these things feel. I wish I could have a pillow made out of them!”
Indeed.
Getting personal is a bit scary, but here goes
Right here if you want to understand what this is all about.
1. How old I’ll be on my next birthday (which is totally unfair, because I just had a birthday!):
2. Where I want to travel:
3. My favorite place:
(that would be “dreaming”, not “sleeping under a pile of books”. and that’s the only non-jesusy picture for “in his arms”. except my butt’s not that big. and his isn’t so tiny. also, i’m taller than him. and my hair is much closer to my ass than my neck.)
4. My favorite food:
5. My favorite animal:
6. My favorite color:
7. First name of my significant other:
8. Where I live:
9. My nickname:
10. My first job:
11. A bad habit:
12. My worst fear:
Gone
I can’t believe that Heath Ledger is dead. I loved him, even though I didn’t see 10 Things I Hate About You until a few years ago. But once I saw him in that, I was hooked. I always did have a thing for guys with long hair.
I don’t want to gone on and on about it, because I know that he was a celebrity and not a friend, but I can’t help being sad about his death. He was talented and quite attractive, and he will be missed.
