Wednesday, June 28, 2006
tant rum served best with coke & ice
ok. so it appears that you shouldnt blog on an empty stomach, especially an empty stomach that isnt necessarily going to be filled with anything tasty. since im supposed to be "watching" my weight, as tomorrow i plan to become a WW - weight watcher for real. doesnt seem fair that the same person who got through high school eating whatever she wanted, should ever have to watch anything. poo. i made a soup yesterday with a whole slew of our vegetables from our CSA - our organic farm coop thingy. its all the rage. since there is an article in my cooking light about the same cool farmer groups. i am sick of beets though and swiss chard. but anyway, this soup i made is what weight watcher's calls its FREE soup, which means no points. i made about 2 gallons of it and for lunch i will probably eat a gallon of it. then i will be so water logged that i wont be able to stand up and get to the fridge. im rethinking my decision to have my M-in-law take the twinkies and cookies she filled the house with. ahhh to be comforted. and with the shaping of this world cup, i need to be comforted. im angry and disappointed and sick of hearing the i-told-you-so non-believers in american soccer. i like henry of france. i like his first name thierry too. score baby score. so steven jr in all his walking prowess is showing me what a tantrum looks like. he falls to the ground , puts his head to the floor and cries. when i get down and imitate him, he starts laughing. so is it a real tantrum? why is he frustrated? i cant eat whatever i want! excuse my while i put my head on the floor and cry. pictures to be posted later. stay tuned. ice cream in freezer: 0.
ok. so it appears that you shouldnt blog on an empty stomach, especially an empty stomach that isnt necessarily going to be filled with anything tasty. since im supposed to be "watching" my weight, as tomorrow i plan to become a WW - weight watcher for real. doesnt seem fair that the same person who got through high school eating whatever she wanted, should ever have to watch anything. poo. i made a soup yesterday with a whole slew of our vegetables from our CSA - our organic farm coop thingy. its all the rage. since there is an article in my cooking light about the same cool farmer groups. i am sick of beets though and swiss chard. but anyway, this soup i made is what weight watcher's calls its FREE soup, which means no points. i made about 2 gallons of it and for lunch i will probably eat a gallon of it. then i will be so water logged that i wont be able to stand up and get to the fridge. im rethinking my decision to have my M-in-law take the twinkies and cookies she filled the house with. ahhh to be comforted. and with the shaping of this world cup, i need to be comforted. im angry and disappointed and sick of hearing the i-told-you-so non-believers in american soccer. i like henry of france. i like his first name thierry too. score baby score. so steven jr in all his walking prowess is showing me what a tantrum looks like. he falls to the ground , puts his head to the floor and cries. when i get down and imitate him, he starts laughing. so is it a real tantrum? why is he frustrated? i cant eat whatever i want! excuse my while i put my head on the floor and cry. pictures to be posted later. stay tuned. ice cream in freezer: 0.
