Morning weigh-in: 250! This a low-water mark I am delighted to have sunk to. The day's intake:
A banana, whilst being delivered to the train. At the office, a miniature Mr Goodbar chocolate bar, stolen from the pile of devotional offerings in front of our teensy-tiny small statue of Ganesha. At the start of the work day, three peanut butter-filled pretzel bites. An iced coffee with three Coffeemate creamers and four Splenda (a glass and a half). At three in the afternoon, an ounce or two of prunes, and two pieces of wheat bread with reduced fat creamy peanut butter. A lot of water at the boxing gym. Two Gold Emblem chewy chocolate chip granola bars on the train to North Station. At home, a can of Diet Mountain Dew, a cup of stir-fried veggies in gelatinous saice from an order of Chinese food, and three boneless pork ribs, two baked chicken wings, and a skewer of what I am hoping is beef, with a dab of sweet and sour sauce.
And since Jenna was eating potato chips in bed, a few of those. Actually, she gave me the "empty bag", leaving my sleepy self to contrive some way of cutting and crimping the bag so the crumbs pasted to the bottom in a greasy lump could be gotten to. Delicious; indulgent. She looked on, horrified. The dog looked on, with an expression that spoke clearly of his admiration for my resourcefulness.
Rabbit rabbit.
A banana, whilst being delivered to the train. At the office, a miniature Mr Goodbar chocolate bar, stolen from the pile of devotional offerings in front of our teensy-tiny small statue of Ganesha. At the start of the work day, three peanut butter-filled pretzel bites. An iced coffee with three Coffeemate creamers and four Splenda (a glass and a half). At three in the afternoon, an ounce or two of prunes, and two pieces of wheat bread with reduced fat creamy peanut butter. A lot of water at the boxing gym. Two Gold Emblem chewy chocolate chip granola bars on the train to North Station. At home, a can of Diet Mountain Dew, a cup of stir-fried veggies in gelatinous saice from an order of Chinese food, and three boneless pork ribs, two baked chicken wings, and a skewer of what I am hoping is beef, with a dab of sweet and sour sauce.
And since Jenna was eating potato chips in bed, a few of those. Actually, she gave me the "empty bag", leaving my sleepy self to contrive some way of cutting and crimping the bag so the crumbs pasted to the bottom in a greasy lump could be gotten to. Delicious; indulgent. She looked on, horrified. The dog looked on, with an expression that spoke clearly of his admiration for my resourcefulness.
Rabbit rabbit.
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