August 03, 2004 :: 7:59 p.m.
Indian food is the most delicious evil
I've been so hungry lately. Like, ravenous. It's ridiculous. Today I've had a yogurt, a mini pizza made on a whole wheat pita, a popsicle, 2 cups of grapes, 2 apples, and 2 fairly large red potatoes chopped up and made in mock-homefry style. I say "mock" because I use cooking spray and a non-stick pan. Ah, the joys of dieting. But now that I'm looking at it, that's really not a whole lot of food. Still, it's not an abnormally small amount either, for me at least. So I don't know what's going on. It's annoying, though.
And staying in the food vein, my grandma offered to take me to Passage to India for lunch tomorrow. Now, for those of you who don't know, Passage to India is my favorite restaurant ever. Seriously, I'm in love with it. I'd eat there every day if I wasn't doing the whole Weight Watchers thing. Oh, and if I had mucho dinero to spend on dining out 7 days a week. You know. Anyway, she offered to take me there tomorrow since it'll probably be the last time I see her before I move. My response to this was not what you'd probably expect: NOOOOOOOOO!
I was there on Sunday with Adam and his dad and Anne. It was delicious. However, it also threw me into a vicious downward spiral of stuffing my face. Eating out does that. It's like once I stop counting points for even one meal, all bets are off. It's bad. It took me two days to get my shit together and get back on program. So now my grandma's all, "Let me take you out for one last hurrah at your favorite den of tasty, calorie-laden sin!" I cannot go there tomorrow. As much as I'm loathe to turn an offer of free Indian food, I just can't do it. I don't have the willpower right now and I'm sick and fucking tired of looking at the same damn number on the scale every week. So, no Indian food for me. Dammit. I really wish my grandma would stop offering to take me out to eat everytime I see her. Seriously, just give me the money you would have spent on lunch instead. It's a lot better for my hips.
Anyway. I'm just packing. It's slow going, as I feel compelled to stop and look through absolutely everything I own before putting it in a box. I'm trying to make things kind of light even if it means more boxes, because I'd rather carry three easy boxes up three flights of stairs than one really heavy one. It's a thing.
Oh! I should be recieving a very fun little cell phone in the mail sometime soon. My mom and I signed up for the plan and ordered the phone this afternoon. So, huzzah for entering the world of wireless communication.
It's about damn time.
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