Here's what we did last night while watching movies:
We demolished that stash of weapons grade chocolate only two hours after we ate spaghetti and garlic bread for dinner. There might have been a green vegetable in there somewhere this weekend but I can't remember.* What did we eat for lunch? Oh, let's see... buttered toast and butterscotch candy. Because, well, that sounded good.
We don't eat breakfast around here unless you count coffee and frosted flakes - for me, minus the frosted flakes. We eat those again if it's midnight and we can't sleep. Everyone knows that carbs are a soporific.
When I get back to New York tonight, I have to prepare for the onslaught that will be tomorrow - last day of classes at Panic Hire University. Please note: this would be a fun day if I had graded everything I have to give back to them and had I given them their student evaluation forms last week. It's going to be NUTS.
Then I will be free from that place, hopefully forever, and I can work out the salvation of my ever-widening love handles. I am serious, people. I have even thought about getting on a scale and posting my actual weight. The only reason I am not going to do that is that I have the teensiest little infinitesimal over-interest in numbers, and one good way to land me in Charter Hospitals next to Mary Kate Olsen would be to start weighing myself. The way this sort of thing is handled by borderline obsessive people who don't want an eating disorder is the use a tape measure or an old pair of jeans and eat the hell out of some arugula.
So today, I am going to bake christmas cookies and eat candy and bagels and weapons grade chocolate all day, and then tomorrow, arugula, and by Christmas I will be able to reel my ass back into my jeans with no trouble. I hope.
Will post pictures of the cookies later. If you are in the commenting spirit but are horrified by the diet I have just described, tell me that most nutritionally disgusting thing you have ever eaten - you know, in place of actual food.
Have an excellent day.
* Yes, I can. It was the battered sliver of green pepper right next to that glob of pepperoni on the pizza the other night.