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dieting sux

Posted in Crazy Wisdom on Saturday, February 2, 2002 at 11:58 pm by flerly.

does the superbowl count as a special occasion to blow your diet? no? damn.. oh well. bought smart snacks for the event and evil, fattening ones for everybody else. =\

Just got this joke in my email..how does the cosmos know?!?
Kitchen Plaque Sayings
A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand
A Clean House Is A Sign Of A Misspent Life
A Husband Is Someone Who Takes Out The Trash And Gives The Impression He Just Cleaned The Whole House
A Messy Kitchen Is A Happy Kitchen… And This Kitchen Is Delirious
Help keep the kitchen clean – Eat OUT
Housework Done Properly Can Kill You
If we are what we eat, then I’m easy, fast and cheap.
My next house will have no kitchen — just vending machines.
No Husband Has Ever Been Shot While Doing The Dishes
Thou shalt not weigh more than thy refrigerator

Better check the horror-scope, too. Yep. The cosmos is cruel.
You’ve got a sixth sense, Scorpio. You are the envy of all those who take things too seriously. You’re the most easy-going sign in the Zodiac, most of the time. And yet, when there’s not enough going on, you simply get bored. This is when you begin to eat too much sugar or look for distractions late at night instead of getting your rest. Try to get some exercise in the mornings to curb any unhealthy desires that arise later in the day.

Shyeah. Right. That’s been the plan for weeks, to get up and exercise in the a.m., but I haven’t managed to drag my sleepy ass out of bed to do it. Maybe if I sleep in my workout clothes… hrm.

Oh well.. accomplished zero of my busy work today. maybe tomorrow.. maybe not. don’t really care. work is currently very high on my don’t give a shit meter. uhaul is just high on my shit meter. never managed to rent a truck today, they’re rescheduling for the morning BUT they’d call me back before 7pm to confirm. No they won’t. And when I try to call back.. I get, ma’am, we’ll call you. Yeah, sure you will. Why should you, you already got my credit card number.

the kitty is still loud and horny and making everyone nuts. damn the discount certificate from the state of Georgia, I think it’s worth full price to get her fixed ASAP.

Oh well. Since the alarm is still set for 6:45, Sunday or no, perhaps I’ll go to bed. Get up, exercise, go kick uhaul’s ass, get the dryer out of storage, and manage to talk myself into puttin on a swimsuit to get in the hot tub tomorrow night at the superbowl party. Ugh. THAT is going to take some convincing.


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