pound foolish

This was a hard week for me.  Normally, eating out isn’t stressful — I’ve got my well-worn restaurant points bible, and the internet is a wealth of information, so I can generally feel pretty confident about what’s going in my body.

But of course, the asterisk on the end of that sentence refers to some problematic fine print: “unless it’s home-cooked (by someone else).”  No ingredient lists there, and you can’t really interrogate your host about the finer points of his cookery during a party.  You’re left with a wing, a prayer, and a hope that the salad dressing on the buffet isn’t hiding some nefarious secret.

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Closed comments, my muscular buttocks


Don’t know why I can’t reply to Mel’s recent posts on HER blog, but pfft…you can’t deny me comments!  So…

YAY 13 POUNDS!!!!! That’s a lot — and don’t you say otherwise!  Your loss is showing all over you, not just on the scale, and don’t forget the old cliche about muscle.  All that running you’re doing is going to be affecting your numbers. 🙂  Your pics from LegacyCon look hawt, and your pants are falling off you (two unrelated things, hehe).  And your seamstress can’t even get your bridesmaid dress small enough!  Need we say more??

This is definitely a day for fleecy pants, hot coffee, and doggie snuggles.  With any luck, now that I’ve got this written, I can sneak out of work and make it a day for Spore too.