Yesterday I had a really great day of eating. I was really proud of this, especially since the day started with a bad weigh in. I'd only lost 14 oz. over the
week. Man was I frustrated. Although I did a ton right last week, I did a lot wrong, too. So, I'm trying to keep a positive spin on it and be happy about the fact that a lot of fruits and veggies went through me, and I stayed away from fast food and Pepsi. Yesterday was fantastic, but today wasn't so great. I
didn't eat much early in the day, as my mood really just soured me to almost
everything. A work/friend came by and asked me to go to lunch about 12:30.
We had a really nice time, but I did have a veggie omelet, with home fries and pancakes.... Yeah, not good. So, Coors Light is my dinner tonight. I know that doesn't sound good...beer for dinner, but it's better than pork, or is it chicken?
Crap, that ruins the joke... I think it's, Pork: it's what's for dinner. One of my favorite people on this planet actually does drink beer for dinner. She drinks Michelob Ultra. She's very fit and slim. It worries me that she does this, and she knows this, but she's a big girl and can make her own choices. I'm sure she's worried about me being a fat pig, too. We just don't give each other shit about it.
Listening to Natalie Maines version of "Mother" now. It's really growing on
me. I absolutely adore her voice. And "Mother" is one of my favorite Pink Floyd songs. Another song that just grew on me...actually today is: "This Girl Is On Fire," which is on now. Anyway, back to Natalie Maines. I don't have many reoccurring dreams, but one that I do have is that I'm either bff's with
Natalie, sometimes Marty, or it's all 3 of them. Yeah, kind of like I'm their 4th
DCX. They let me play tambourine and such. So, Tom Arnold was on Stern the other day talking about how he always had this dream that he would be friends with Robin Williams. And what do you know...10 years later they became great friends and Tom knew all of these famous people whom he idolized. I love that. I know I'm crazy...I guess now I know just how crazy: Tom Arnold crazy.
Okay, I've got 2 beers now, which to me = buzz. So, I'll think of some sort of game to play with myself (get your head out of the gutter...but I like where you're going with that). Okay, if I had a day all to myself what would my perfect day look like (it has to be by myself, though). I know I'll forget a million things but here goes. I'd wake up at some lovely cabin in the mountains somewhere with big windows so I can overlook the lake out the front. It's a beautiful sun shiny, warm day. I'd make some tea, and sit out on the deck and let the breeze come over me, while I watched the birds and other wildlife. After a while, I'd make myself a nice little lunch and take the canoe out for a ride, and I'd find a spot with all of those birds like in the "Notebook." I'd feed them bread (this is my fantasy, so I'll pretend bread isn't bad for them) and take loads of pictures. After spending a couple of hours on the water, I'd go back to the cabin and crank some music while getting ready to go "into town." On my way into town there would be a really cool zip line thing. I'd swallow my fears and ride that thing while seeing one of the greatest views in the world. It'd now be getting close to dinner time, so I'd go find myself some fancy little pub (I've gotta be like in Aspen or something). I'd order a sampler plate and a nice micro brew. I'd kick around for a while in town checking out the shops, etc. until I heard a cool karaoke bar down the street. I'd go check it out and get invited to sit with a really fun group of people. There would be phenomenal
singers there, and I'd just continue to take it all in. Ah, that was fun. When I
think of a great day, I don't think I've ever thought of that scenario before. But it sounds....nice.
Alright, I'm about to grab a third beer. And let me tell you from experience, drinking and blogging don't mix
Hope you all have a fantastic night,