Hoovering the leftovers

Morning weight: 250.8. Breakfast: One of Jenna's mini buttercrunch doughnuts, and a diet Mountain Dew on the train. And at work, second breakfast, or Very Early Lunch (VEL): a cup of leftover scalloped potatoes (Patty makes them with boursin cheese; brilliant, no?); a cup of leftover summer squash, FROM OUR GARDEN; a half a sliced cucumber. At lunch time, I had no lunch; I was still recovering from yesterday's food crush. Dinner: Two bites of leftover wheat-wrap-wrapped-around-cream-cheese-and-veggies; four deviled eggs (each a half of an egg, so, by my math, two eggs); some leftover salad, a cup, dressed with a splash of lemon juice and a squirt of creamy horseradish; a leftover BBQ chicken thigh; and a little less than half of each of three bags of Lay's potato chips -- we were trying out the three new flavors: Chicken 'n' Waffles, Sriracha, and (the best) Cheesey Garlic Bread (by my calculation, I had about 350-400 calories' worth of chip). Dessert was leftover trifle: pound cake, pudding, whipped cream, banana, and pineapple. I had two servings of diet Mountain Dew.

Much later in the evening, feeling blue, Jenna and I shared some kind of flavored Triscuits while watching stupid television. 

A gym day

Morning weigh-in: 253.4. Not surprising, considering yesterday's excesses.

I had a diet Mountain Dew for breakfast. I had two peanut-butter-filled pretzel bites at work, and the usual iced coffee: four Splenda, three creamers. For lunch at 2 PM, I had a sandwich of peanut butter and prunes on wheat bread. I drank water with that, and drank water all during my time at the boxing gym.

On the train ride home, I had water and a chocolate chip granola bar.

At home, I had about a serving and a half of macaroni and cheese (shells, not elbows); and about two and a half (!) servings of baked ham. I also had some of the leftover chips (TOSTITOS® Multigrain SCOOPS!®) with the dip I made for yesterday's smorgasbord, of fresh picked cherry tomatoes and basil leaves finely processed and blended with sour cream, cream cheese, and spices. I didn't have too much chip and dip; but what I did have, I enjoyed. With this all, I had a diet Mountain Dew.

Jenna declined to allow me to enjoy any of the leftover trifle (pineapple, banana, pudding, pound cake, and whipped cream). She is the best/worst.

Visitors and the spread we gave them

I was discouraged from typing up the day's consumption, because of the high volume of snacking involved. We had relatives visiting, which meant hors d'oeuvres and munchies and chips and dip, not to mention a large meal of BBQ chicken and a ton of fixin's. So I simply went to bed.

My morning weight-o-meter reading had been: 251.2.

Eating away from the house

Breakfast: a cracked whole egg (no oils), cooked to doneness in the microwave, with salt and pepper. Half a plum. One and a half strawberries. A Pillsbury home-bake iced cinnamon roll (and a bit of Jenna's). An iced coffee, with almond milk and four packets of generic calorie-free sweetener. A glass of orange juice, diluted (the acid is unpleasant to me) with water. A Who-Nu? cookie. At the Humanist cookout, some boursin dip with five Triscuit crackers. A serving of tortilla chips, salsa, and seven-layer dip. A tablespoon of tabouleh. A cup of pudding parfait. A cookie, about as large as my palm. Four ravioli. A Sam Adams summer ale something. Afterward, at Starbucks where Jenna and I went to talk with Josiah, some kind of fizzy canned Starbucks drink, pomegranate flavor (as well as a few sips of Jenna's iced coffee). For dinner, at a sports bar in Canton where we ended up when we drove in the wrong direction on 95: the chopped southwestern salad with grilled chicken (with bacon, toasted corn, tortilla chips, chipotle creamy dressing). And a serving of sweet potato fries, off of Jenna's plate; and three-eights of Jenna's grilled chicken sandwich on white (they didn't have wheat) bread. I had a cup of diet cola with dinner, and a refill. 

With gratitude to squids

Morning weigh-in: 249.8. On the ride to the train: A snack pack of crackers-and-cheese -- Cheddar (or whatever stand-in these snack pack manufacturers put into their product) and whole wheat crack-a-lackers, and three-quarters of a can of Diet Mountain Dew. Early lunch was more Chinese leftovers: two pieces of (breaded) sweet-and-sour chicken, two crab rangoons, and a half pint of veggies in gloopy sauce. At noon, a bottle of Diet Mountain Dew. Before the end of the work day, three of those peanut-butter-filled pretzel bites, and a banana.

At Waterline meeting one of the founders of March of Dimes, an appetizer raft of fried calamari (which I demolished, a gin & tonic, and three glasses of diet cola. At home, a diet Mountain Dew, and a sandwich of cheese and tomato with mustard on potato pun.

Back down to an eighth of a ton

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.

Picking up the thread

Morning weight: 250.2. Getting there. Here's what the system demanded today:

On the way out of the house: a sweet-and-salty pretzel granola bar. On the train, a can of Diet Mountain Dew. At North Station, a turkey sausage breakfast sandwich from Dunkin. At work, ten ounces of iced coffee, with three Coffeemate creamers and four Splenda. Around the lunch hour, two bottles of Diet Mountain Dew and a meat-and-cheese snack stick. Mid-afternoon, two stroopwafels and three peanut butter-filled pretzel bites. After work at Barnes & Noble, where I sat for an hour reading Herder and clearing my head after a busy day at the office, a bottle of Diet Pepsi and a bag of salt-and-vinegar Pop Chips. At home at around 8, a turkey and cheese sandwich with mustard and tomato on a potato roll, and two pizzas of leftover pizza from Rye & Thyme. After dinner, a slice of "Single Layer Red Velvet Cake With Cream Cheese Icing" from Hannaford's.

I'd have liked a salad with dinner, but our salad greens were all mush and rot.