Enough is enough already. December 18, 2007
So last night was a massacre. I lined up all the little Russian Tea Cookies and ate them one by one. It was awful. But, oh, it tasted so good. This was, of course, after a day that already included several cookies, and two burritos made with the fatty beef. Eww. Needless to say, I was happy to see only a half pound gain after all of my recent debauchery.
Today wasn’t horrific, but it certainly wasn’t great. Once again, those dastardly little tea cakes have foiled my plans. But, I made a sacrifice, and ate all of the ones I had left, to maybe help save myself from the same powdered sugar coated fate that I’ve fallen victim to the last two days. (Yeah, that was seriously my reasoning. I think I need a head-check)I was good about lunch, with a nice little sandwich and a 100 calorie pack of Doritos. Unfortunately, I haven’t been in the modd for breakfast for the past couple days, which is becoming a big problem. I choked down some oatmeal this morning, but I really wasn’t happy about it. I’ve also been kind of apathetic about snacks and food in general. It seems that the only thing I’m interested in eating is something covered in cheese or deep fried. No, no, no food cravings. You will not bring me down to the pits of saturated fat hell. So I somehow have to pull through this whole thing and convince my body that it would rather crave carrots than cookies. Hmm.
Maybe it’s all related to the weather. It’s currently snowing, blustery, and very cold. I think that, subconsciously, my body is trying to eat fatty foods in an attempt to convert it to fatty insulation. I don’t have the heart to tell my body that, if the amount of “insulation” I’m currently carrying can’t keep me warm, no amount of fries dipped in ranch will be able to change anything. Except make me fatter, but still cold. Sigh.
I haven’t taken to the trampoline since I established dominance. I wanted to give it time to lick its wounds. Okay, maybe I’m still sore from shopping/fake boxing on Wii and I’m afraid that it will recognize my moment of weakness and capitalize on it. And, I’m damn tired. Which is funny, because I’m sleeping more than I used to. Maybe there’s something to the whole biodiesel thing. You know how they use old like french fry oil and crap like that to make diesel. I think my body was doing the same thing. Now I’m converting to a hybrid. 
