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Sunday, March 28, 2004
If you don't like a little pooh talk, read no further...
So, I've started loosely following Lorene's Weight Watchers deal. I started on 03/22/04. I've found that there are certain things that I can really live without, for the most part. I've grown fond of water as my primary source of liquid intake. As recently as 3 months ago, I couldn't imagine being without soda pop on a twice or thrice daily basis. Now, I am drinking one raspberry iced tea a day on work days, and usually just water on days off. But I am thinking that after I finish off all of the iced teas that I currently have, I'm gonna stick to water almost exclusively. I do find myself wanting pop when I eat at a fast food place. I guess I'm just programmed that way. But the adjustments to her diet, er...lifestyle change, have not been as terribly painful as I had feared. I actually dig eating carrots and celery as a snack rather than chips or a candy bar. I like having raisin bran in the morning, rather than a big cheesy breakfast burrito. There's a couple of tough things, though. I'm used to covering everything in high fat ranch dressing. I love that stuff, and could put it on nearly anything. Shit, I'd probably buy ranch flavored ice cream, or dip my cookies in ranch...but I digress. And I love having a big dinner. I love going to bed damn near stuffed. A nap on a full belly is just heaven. But I know that dinner is when I should be eating my smallest portions. So, my mother is on the program as well, and is cooking/making low fat meals that are relatively bland. So, I don't look forward to dinner much, anymore. I love the fact that I can still treat myself to yummy things on a fairly regular basis. I had a big fajita dinner the other night, that was just heaven. Then I went to Shane's wingding, and had a heaping helping of Toni's divine tuna salad (mmmmm......), and a little cheesecake deal. So, I'm basically saving treating myself for the weekends or evenings out to eat. It's easier to control your intake when you're fixing it up yourself. One of the wierdest adjustments has been swinging from having regular constipation (to the point that I have been taking fiber and cod liver oil pills daily for at least 2 years), to suffering from the occasional bout of the runs. I think my body is having a rough time adjusting to all of this fruit and vegetable roughage. So, I've had quite a dramatic reversal of gastric activity from what I'm used to. I also used to pass nearly scentless wind. Now, it almost always reeks, and I'm doing it a lot more often. This is good say, when I'm hanging out with Jeff. But it's no fun when I'm with Lorene, as she is one of the few people on my list of folks that I do not wish to revolt. Sorry for the disgusting post, but the eating changes are one of the few big changes in my life right now. Everything else remains at an even keel. Work is okay, parents are okay, cats are okay, and Lorene is great as always. Oh, and Vegas was a blast. But if you go to Zumanity, do NOT get a "loveseat". All a love seat is in their terms is a regular theatre seat with about six inches added on. It's not the cozy overstuffed mini-couch that I imagined. That was the only disappointing thing about the show. Otherwise, it's fan-fucking-tastic!
Friday, March 12, 2004
I guess I've become overly sensitive when this happens...
But Dave Blood of the Dead Milkmen (bass) recently committed suicide. Anyone who knows me knows that I have been a huge fan of this band for about 16 years. So this is saddening me immensely. I can only say thank you for music that has enriched my life so much, Dave. As with almost anyone who engages in this lunacy, I wish you could have found that special something in life that you'd be willing stick around for. 
Friday, March 05, 2004
9 more days...
Until the love of my life and I head to glorious Las Vegas for a raging 5 day coke binge! God, I love a good road trip. I hung out with Jeff tonight. We went bowling and we both sucked ass. I think we were distracted by this giant loudmouth to the right of us, who kept shouting "WHOOO!!!" and "YEAH!!!" and various stupid taunts at his buddies (who's cell phones went off about every 2 minutes). Then there was this kid who couldn't have been any older than 12 or 13 years of age to the left of us. The kid was so fucking good that I was embarassed to be bowling next to him. Then it was up to Virgin Records, where I sadly found nothing of any real interest. I don't think I was in the mood, as I normally can find about 50 things I want at a good music store. Off to the brilliant WINGS N' THINGS for dinner. Seriously, everyone should check this place out. I recommend the garlic parmesan wings. And their fry sauce is the best I've ever tasted (has a funky pepper flavor to it). Back to Jeff's apartment, where we inhaled dinner whilst watching TV. I then sat and listened to Jeff fart for a while and chatted with Lorene on the phone a bit. We went to Graywhale CD (in it's new location), where I could still find nothing that I really wanted. So sad, so sad. Then I drove home in a bit of a snowstorm. I guess I'm in the minority about how you should drive in the snow. I was going about 50 mph, which seems perfectly reasonable to me. Of course everyone was passing me doing about 70, and I was tailgated too. Now tailgating brings out the prick in me. You can count on me slowing down by about 10-15 mph if I'm getting tailgated. But it gets the motherfuckers to pass, at least. Now I'm home listening to the newest Cracker CD, Countrysides. This record has my favourite new song. It has the genius chorus of "I said baby, it ain't gonna suck itself, oh Virgin Records, it ain't gonna suck itself". The song is a total suck my dick/fuck you ode to their former record label. Awesome. Oh, does anyone watch The Daily Show (w/John Stewart)? Do you know who Lewis Black is? If not, he's a brilliant stand-up comedian who does guest spots on The Daily Show. He is performing sometime in June. I wanna go desperately, and am gonna try to drag poor Lorene along with me. In closing, much love to Toni. I hope your coming weekend is much better than the last one. And one more thing. I couldn't be more proud of Lorene for saving the lives of the several cats she's been posting about. My Kitten is truly doing something that makes a difference in some very needy creature's lives. What a wonderful human being. I ask here the same question that I ask myself every day: how did I get so lucky to be with her?
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