I don’t have a real post for you today. I am conflicted in general as to what I want to do with this little space of mine. There are so many places I can go. Most of them, however, seem quite finite.
I could blog more about the wedding – but that’ll be done with in about 3.5 months.
Seriously. I’m getting married in 3.5 months. (!!!!!!)
I like writing about food but cooking and taking pictures as you go is really difficult to do alone. Plus I am almost always ravenous by the time I am done.
I could write about losing this weight but I just slid back a little so I have now lost 6.5 lbs instead of 8. I think my biggest culprits for weight loss sabotage are the following:
Not that I eat massive amounts of any of them. Okay. I might have had a lot of wine last Thursday at Diane’s house. And then more wine on Saturday at Cortney’s party. And then champagne w/my Mom at brunch on Sunday.
I’m in a celebratory mood. And to me – good friends and good wine go together. Like – peanut butter and jelly.
Except I don’t like jelly with my peanut butter. I don’t like jelly at all.
Dave asked me today how I felt about the new trend in restaurants – where you order off a touch screen. I told him I’m too picky to trust a computer to get my order right. Will they have a million options like “I’d like the cheeseburger but with mozzarella cheese instead of American, no bacon, no mushrooms but sautéed onions instead of raw. I’d like the salad with no olives and the dressing on the side and I’d like balsamic not Caesar.”
Just call me Sally Albright.
Anyway – I’m vowing to eat more salad in the coming weeks. My goal is 20 lbs before the wedding. More than that would be lovely but 20 would be perfectly fine with me.
Here’s a lovely salad I made the other day for lunch. Spinach with 2 chicken tenders (whole grain baked Perdue) with sautéed pepper and onion, goat cheese and Light Honey Dijon dressing.
What else??? Someone took my box of tissues off my desk at work but also left me $3 under a post-it. That’s pretty nice. At least they didn’t steal them outright.
For Mother’s Day Dave and I are heading out to Long Island to help my mother clean the basement. That’s what she wants to do so that’s what we’re doing. We’re also going to Fork & Vine for dinner where I am not going to get the goat cheese mashed potatoes again.
Things I have noticed lately:
My TV viewing is rapidly declining. Turns out when you are living in a house with 3 kids and 1 TV you don’t watch as much as you used to. Also – when your fiancé tells you his children are not allowed to watch The Millionaire Matchmaker (he has a point) you sort of have to respect his wishes.
If you want ice cream just eat ice cream – don’t get these bars from Breyer’s that promise they are less fat and calories and look like someone took a Dove bar and put it in that shrinky TV thing from Willy Wonka and handed it back to you. Just eat a scoop of good ice cream and be done with it.
People in NYC can’t take the change of seasons. When the weather starts to get warm you either have people still wearing hats and winter coats and other people wearing shorts and tank tops.
Here’s something else. Today on the PATH train (because I commute from NJ now. I mean…what is going on???) a woman got on. A man 2 seats away from me offered her his seat and she replied.
“No thanks. I’m not pregnant – I’m just overweight.”
Now – I will admit – the day over the winter when I decided it was a fabulous idea to wear one of Dave’s flannel shirts and my Dad’s old jacket and the check out woman at Shop Rite asked me when I was due was not one of my finer moments but I gotta say – as much as I might be mortified at the thought I would have probably taken that seat.
Seats are a premium on the PATH train.
Really I just felt so bad for both of them – for the woman who clearly must be tired of people making that assumption and the guy – who was doing the chivalrous thing and got smacked back for it.
On that note I shall get going. Have a lovely weekend one and all. Be back with tales from the basement and other exciting stories.