A Weighty Gain....my eminent doom
Duh-un.... Duh-un ... (Jaw's theme)The music intensifies as I approach the scale.
Duh-un, Duh-un, Duh-un!
EEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKK!
The numbers come rolling up as I face my eminent doom.
I take a deep breath and look.
Phew.
3 pounds gained ain't bad!
I was all prepped to have gained 10 pounds, so 3 ain't bad! I'll have that off within 2 weeks.
A strange thing happened yesterday. Very strange indeed. I craved a salad.
GASP!
Oh, the HORROR!
I've reached a point where I crave healthy food. I guess that can happen after eating nothing but crap for 9 days. I’m sure I’m not alone in this.
I do have some good news. The year without chocolate has officially come to an end! A WHOLE YEAR!! Now that I’m so much smarter and stronger than everyone else, I’ll share some wisdom. Chocolate wasn’t as good as I remembered it. My friends had prepared me sufficiently. Many of them gave me gifts of excellent chocolate for Christmas. But here’s what I learned. The only good chocolate is that in a Reese cup. I could eat those things forever! I’ve missed hot chocolate, and I’m glad to be drinking it again, since I never was a big fan of apple cider. I mean, come on! Its just warm apple juice! What’s so special about that?!
So, the year without chocolate taught me the majesty of butterscotch. And peanut butter.
My favorite snacks: Butterscotch haystacks, peanut butter cookies, and peanut brittle.
It doesn’t get much better than that.
To update, I’ve been doing the online dating service thing. To put things simply: It sucks.
Yeah, its like being violated over and over again! I’ve come to find out that men over the age of 40 find me attractive. And I’m not talking George Clooney, Brad Pitt over 40…. I’m talking very unattractive old men with kids and a receding hairline. I’ve blocked quite a few of them.
I’ll never be THAT desperate!
Yeah, so the most horrid Christmas Card photo that ever was hit the mailboxes of all my family and friends. How horrifying! Every single family member commented that I’d lost a lot of weight. I think that speaks to the awful-idity of the photo. Sure, I’ve lost like 15 pounds since then, but it doesn’t show THAT much.
Remember how I told you I was a sellout? My job continues to pay me well; however, my excitement over the job has waned and now I’m ready to move on. Will I? No. I refuse to leave my cushy paycheck until I go to grad school. That’s my incentive.
The problem is, I still have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. Last week it was a nurse. This week it’s a lawyer. I just know I want to make money. I’d be a teacher but it doesn’t pay well enough. But the more I think about it, the more summers off looks good to me!
Are there any careers out there at require a music degree but practice medicine and law that allows you to make lots of money?
Man, I knew I should’ve gone for a career as a professional student.
posted by Me @ 10:07 AM
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