day 9 of my diet. 5 left in phase one. truth: i haven't craved "carbs" [bread, pasta, rice, potatoes - the starchy stuff] nearly as much as i thought i would. in fact, i haven't really "craved" them at all, just wanted them. mostly out of convenience. josh is working a lot of evening shifts [1:30-9:30] with his new job, leaving me home alone for dinner. i've never loved cooking for one, so salads and lettuce wraps have been my go-to. everything i ever order in is carb-based, be it pizza, sushi, chinese [i can't order chinese without ordering noodles], etc.
strangely enough, the carbs that i am craving are fruits. i've never been the biggest fruit-eater in the world, but the first things i plan to add back next week are raspberries and apples. oh, how i want a granny smith apple! all sweet and sour and crunchy and yum. i'm not professing that i've become some ultra-health person, but i cannot deny that i want some fruit back in my life.
i know that my weight loss will slow as this diet continues, but i'm really hoping that i can keep up with a significant loss, at least this week while i finish phase one. if i can manage to lose 20 lbs by may, i'll be thrilled. i mean, if i don't, i don't. i'm not going to die over it or anything. but it would be pretty amazing. i'd be proud of myself. and essentially i got half-way there in the first week. i've got nearly 2 left to lose the rest.
note: grocery shopping is so much faster when you get produce, dairy, eggs, meat, and skip all the aisles in the middle of the store.
my birthday is on wednesday. josh will be working till 9:30. i asked andrew if he'd like to hang out, so i'm not sitting home alone and bored. of course he's down: you're not allowed to turn down birthday requests - it's the law. the catches are as follows: he's dirt broke, but won't let me pay for dinner, nor will he let me make dinner on my birthday. if i go to his place a) i don't think andrew has ever cooked for me, ever, in the history of our friendship, b) i'd feel like an asshole having him make dinner with the restrictions i'd throw down [no easy outs; no pasta, no grilled cheese, no nachos...].
so then, i was sound-boarding this to our mutual friend sarah over bbm today, and she's like "well, i can help out in the paying for dinner department", which i tried to ignore, but then she's all "no, seriously. i'll help zuber pay, because i can't be there, so i'll just give him money to take you out for your birthday dinner. just find a restaurant that fits with your diet, you're going out.". which is really just so so sweet, and adorable, but unnecessary. i think i'd feel strange, going out for dinner with zubes on sarah's dime, while she's putting in mad hours at work. she works for an mp, which means all work and no play until after the election. she's working crazy overtime hours right now. plus, with the weather being so ultimately cold and shitty [which, btw, could stop any time now, thankyouverymuchmothernature], all i want to do is hibernate. i was thinking of just going over to andrew's place and lying in the abyss for my birthday. sigh. i don't know. none of this is a big deal in the greater scheme of things, and oh gee, my friends are too nice and i have first world problems. but blah. i just wanted to type all of that out, okay? yeesh. |
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