We’re going to weigh in at a weight watchers meeting tomorrow. It is not going to be pretty. We ate out on Thursday. Today Jen made a giguntic dinner and I ate 10 times more than a normal mortal man can hold. Then after dinner I had about 11,036 pounds of peanuts. Peanuts are approved for the simply filling weight watchers plan, but I don’t think a metric ton of peanuts is what they had in mind.
The weigh in tomorrow is going to be bad.
Baaaaad.
I know, I know, we’re all really glad to have Market Basket back again. It did suck while they were gone, and we were all united in our support of the staff.
It’s just that I sort of wish the millions of imbeciles would have found another place to shop. I went there this afternoon looking for two little things. I was stuck in the insufferable mob of stupid and there was no way to get free without leaving a trail of blood and sweat behind me.
I made it in one piece… this time.
Saving this for later…
A full Smashing Pumpkins show from ’93.
Why does Ello hate me? I requested invites using two different email addresses and nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zip.
I guess they hate me. Remember when I wanted Google Wave invites and Google hated me? There was another one too, was it Google Buzz? I just want social media sites to accept me for who I am… a ridiculously tall red head with lots and lots to say about absolutely nothing of value. Why does that rub these sites the wrong way? Why don’t they like me?
I just want an invite. Now I am a sad panda.
Today is October 1st.
Is anyone else seriously pissed off that it’s October again? Sure, October means hockey is starting up again, and the Walking Dead’s 5th season is going to kick off in less than two week.
Still… it also means constant raking. Colder and colder temperatures. The threat of snow (we’ve had October snow in two of the last three years, haven’t we?). All of the plants and trees are dying. I just hate it. Spring is so hopeful. Summer is so alive. Fall is so dreary. Don’t even get me started on winter.
Today is the day that I usually start California dreamin’. San Diego, specifically. I’m just tired of being cold. I want to spend more time each year being warm.
Screw you, October.
A question for Microsoft in the wake of their product showcase today.
I could see it if you were working in an eight based system. In that case you would have followed Windows 7 with Windows 10. It even makes sense in a Computer Science framework. But you had Windows 8 and now you have Windows 10. Are you counting in base nine? Because that doesn’t make sense in a Computer Science framework.
So either you’re making shit up as you go, or you folks can’t count. Either way, it doesn’t fill me with a lot of optimism regarding your new operating system.
Just calling it how I see it.
We pushed off our weigh in for one day so we could go leaf peeping yesterday. So our Saturday weigh in happened on Sunday. I was feeling good about myself over the week, but I didn’t expect the results to be this good.
I was down six pounds for the week, for a grand total of 22 pounds. I hit the 5% mark. I am pretty surprised I hit it this fast. I expected that I would be starting to level off by now, especially after only losing two last week. Six pounds, however, is more than I’ve lost in any one week since the first week.
Even better, Jen lost again too and she hit the 10 pound mark! WOOHOO! I am so proud of her. She’s sticking with it and getting results. She’s amazing.
My company is celebrating it’s 45th anniversary today. There is a cake available in every building and each member of staff is entitled to a piece.
They started serving it nine minutes ago. A group of people just walked past my desk, all with their own little slice.
It is chocolate.
Oh the temptation. Oh the pain! Oh how I want that effin’ cake!
I want it, but I don’t need it. It’s not on the weight watchers plan (I’m not counting points, I’m on the simple start/simply filling plan where they give you a list of foods that you are clear to eat). I must resist. I will resist. I will fight the temptation. I will rise above it and lose, like, one extra fraction of one ounce today. Damn you, chocolate corporate anniversary cake! I am better than you! I will defeat you!
I am a 50/90 winner!
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