Mr. Ointy
20031224
Happy Christmas, Kwanzaa, Hannukah, Solstice & Festivus!
Well, it was a long drive to the fam's this year, but a safe one, so a good one. I did forget to bring the vast majority of my CDs, though, including A Mighty Wind which I may actually go out and buy a second copy of so I can have it for the ride home. But that's crazy talk!
I was warmly welcomed on Christmas Eve by the welcoming committee of absolutely no one. I can't even find my cat. But they'll be home soon, and in the meantime, I wish you all a very merry holiday of your choice!
20031223
Just Thought of Something
There is another small handful of chapbooks if anyone wants one; e-mail me with [SQUARE] in the subject. Not counting the ones for Shmuel, Alfia, Denise, Julie, Marymary, Jana, Beth, Kat, Martha, Christina, Niki, Michelle, or the Pilgrim.
And not counting the people I'm seeing at Christmas, because I'm saving a small handful for you, and will force you to take them whether you like it or not. Happy holidays! Read my stuff.
Please note that in lieu of $3, I am now accepting homemade artistic projects, cookies, and Christmas presents you don't want but think I might enjoy. Did I mention cookies?
Also on the charity front, we just bought this hat for this kid. Everyone share the warm feeling!
Box Lunch Review: LC Chicken in Peanut Sauce
I was going to go get a sandwich, and then I realized it is raining outside, so to hell with that. I had one box lunch left in the freezer, and it was the Lean Cuisine chicken medallions in peanut sauce. Having had good luck with Lean Cuisine in the past, I decided to go for it.
The peanut sauce is plentiful and, although not of restaurant quality, it is probably a million times better for you. The chicken, linguini, and veggies are all tasty. Once again it is a case of there not being quite enough of it to be completely filling. But it smells great, and for 6 points, tastes fabulous too!
I am trying to think of something else to report here, but coming up empty. More soon!
20031222
Very Merry
Guess what the weight loss gods got me for Christmas? I maintained! Even lost a tiny bit, .2 pounds, despite the fact that the night before weigh-in, I went and saw Return of the King and ate a bag of popcorn. Weight loss gods, thank you! Thank you!
I am girding my loins for the upcoming holiday. All I want to do is get through the new year without re-gaining weight. I'm going to try and be as moderate as possible while still enjoying the holiday. It helps that nobody in my family can cook, and Christmas dinner will not be good.
Yesterday I did a little too much sampling of the gingernog latte. (Eggnog latte with gingerbread.) But I was in a giddy state of euphoria, since my Boy of Inappropriate Age came home for the holidays. I think we're getting together for a drink or two tonight. I'll save my points! I wonder how many points I can burn trying to shove him under some mistletoe...
20031219
Nobody's Perfect: A Week in Review
Okay, who am I kidding. I rarely have a perfect day, much less a perfect week! But this week was sordid. First there was the party weekend, where I ate a lot of Bruce's amazing cooking, and drank approximately three bottles of champagne. (Almond champagne. You have no idea.) On the drive home, we had In n' Out and I splurged on a burger, fries, and a strawberry shake for the first time in probably a year. Damn fine. No regrets there.
I was going to then have a "good" week to make up for it, but then I got the flu. I spent 24 hours in that misty world between life and death (it's called "sleep") and when I finally felt better, all I wanted were some cookies. I bought my favorite cookies and ate the whole box. Then I've been over points all week, because I've been trying to keep myself well-fed as I recuperate. (A lot of fruit has been involved, but I also ate three pudding cups last night. Three pudding cups.)
Today I've had a muffin, a gingerbread cafe au lait, nineteen tiny tangerines, five pieces of the magical no-point bread, and a banana. According to "pudding cup math" (which is like "popcorn math" in that I am compensating for last night's pudding binge) I am now out of points!
I know it always makes me feel better to know that nobody's perfect, and everybody has a "bad" week every now and again. So I'm here to provide you the evidence of that-- which, really. I provide you that evidence on a regular basis! That's what Mr. Ointy is all about!
But also, there were a couple of things more important than weight loss this week. One of them was enjoying a phenomenal party, and the other was remaining alive long enough to tell the tale.
20031218
Wonder Bread Lite (Wheat)
Maybe someone already told me this, and I wasn't paying attention, but did you know that there's bread out there that is technically 0 points per slice? That's right! 40 calories, 2.5 grams of fiber per slice. And it's Wonder Bread, so it's got that squooshy sort of junk-food-bread thing happening as well. What's not to love? I had three slices this morning with a banana sliced on top. I counted the bread at half a point per slice and the bananana as two points. It was delightful, and practically point-free.
Also, interesting food for thought over at the Skinny Daily Post. Maybe it's no accident that I've been working on paring down my commitments this year! It's also a nice way to fight that fat=lazy stereotype. Maybe it's more like fat=overachiever! Or fat=nice person! Hmm.
20031217
Chapbook Update
Once again, nothing to do with weight loss. I will put in an obligatory sentence, which is that I am just trying to listen to my poor sick body today, so it gets better. I am ignoring points. We'll see what happens.
I tried to post this a few days ago, but my computer kept crashing. ("Macs don't crash" is a big, big, fake, fake lie. This iMac crashes at least once every day, and it sucks at multitasking. God forbid I have more than three programs or three IE windows open at once. I am not a convert, you weird Mac people, you. This computer sucks.)
I am very bad at keeping track of these chapbooks and payments and things. Or maybe I should say I am not "bad" so much as "Zen" about the whole thing. I figured, since I have 50 chapbooks and I requested $3 donations, I will be getting approximately $150, so that is what I will donate to the children. I actually saw a bit on the news yesterday about the organization that we are donating to. It is a good organization! We should all feel warm and fuzzy about the Christmas cheer that we are spreading.
So far, we have purchased: an "art kit" for Tyana, age 6; "fairy tale dolls" for E.M., age 4; a "playground playset" for Renee, age 7; and best of all, we bought a "fingernail painting kit "for a 7-year-old named Christopher. We are helping Christopher explore his gender identity!
Anyway, the total donation will be $150, rest assured! So far I have $99 in my PayPal account and I have some envelopes of money at home; it will probably be approximately correct by the time the cash stops rolling in. I had some people send me extra money, and someone called Bruce told me to go out and get a margarita with the extra which, as soon as I am no longer suffering from the grippe, I fully intend to do.
So, since I am not so organized, I figured I would double-check that I got you all. I went through my e-mail folder and my PayPal account and got, I think, all the addresses. I have envelopes addressed to the following people:
Crystal, Bruce, Amanda, Katie, Katrina, Carey, Leah, Amancay, Trish, Lisa, Jackie, Shaie, Chiara, Jana, Brianna, Megan, Cindy, Kristen, Jason, Nels, Stephanie, Nancy, Amy, Tricia, Jenna, Rachel, Rachael, Bonnie V. and Bonnie C., Laurie, Krystyn, Lisa-Marie, April, Wendy, Sheron, Harmony, Peggy, Kris, Jen, Christy, Rusty, Kymm, Eliza, Neile, Robyn.
If you aren't on that list and you feel you should be, send me your address! The chapbooks are going out tomorrow. I hope to be able to do another press run of them at some point, but it may not be for a few weeks. Thanks again!
Picture
When I went home on Friday, my parents invited me to go to their square-dancing class with them. Here's a picture, proving once again that I did not make these people up.

Sorry about the darkness of the image; I don't have my paint program at work. I have Photoshop, but I haven't learned how to use it yet.
20031216
Woozy
Well first of all, I want to say thank you for this. The entry means a lot to me, and I'm glad it spoke to so many people. I also want to say that what Erin wrote made me cry. I don't know what I did to deserve so much support and love, but I feel very... blessed is the only word for it. I am very blessed.
Not to switch gears abruptly, but I am sick. Last night I had the chills and could not get warm no matter what I did. I sat next to my space heater and shivered for two hours. Then I thought maybe I should eat something (even though I was out of points, I decided that not passing out was more important than losing weight) and all I had in the house was a candy bar and some peanuts. I ate those. For lack of anything better.
Today I've been sweating all day, although my temperature is normal. I only just now (at 5:30) got the energy to get out of bed. Well, I did try to go to the store earlier today, but it didn't go so well. I should not have been trying to walk or drive.
This is the time when a mommy or a boyfriend would come in very, very handy. I have no food in the house and I haven't eaten today. I'm feeling mildly better, so maybe I'll try going out again and getting myself some nice calming food and orange juice or something, and maybe a video.
But I'm also supposed to have spent the last two nights moving all my stuff out of this room, which is being painted and recarpeted this week. I don't know how I'm supposed to find the energy to pack, when I barely have the energy to sit up. This is most inconvenient.
In conclusion, here is another party picture.

20031214
Happy Lucky Girl
I had such a fabulous time at the holiday party that it was beyond fabulous. Superfabulous! Most of my best friends in the entire world were there, one of whom even flew down for the occasion. There was one person I hadn't seen in 10 years!
A singing chips-and-salsa bowl was involved, and someone shoved a dollar in my bra and one in Foo's bra. We almost burned the house down, literally. I took a zillion pictures, including the one below. I want you to know that when I look at this picture, I don't see a girl with a perfect body. But I don't see a girl with a horrible body, either. Instead, I see a cute, curvy girl who is very, very drunk. Ole!

20031212
Magnet!
They don't give you much for losing 50 pounds (or 51.2 pounds, as the case may be) except a magnet. But I stayed at the meeting to get my magnet and hear everyone in the room gasp admiringly at me! That's right, people! 50 pounds! Put your hands together!
I told the group that, in honor of this event, I would be wearing a slinky red dress to my Christmas party this weekend. "Would you have looked for a slinky dress 50 pounds ago?" the leader asked me. "Well, yes," I said truthfully, "but not this dress!"
20031211
The Week In Review
Yesterday, someone in our department brought a huge box of warm cookies into the office and put them right by my desk. They were my downfall yesterday, although the rest of the day was good. I estimate that I was in fact within points, even with the cookie incident, but cookies are always more points than you think they are. Sigh.
Tomorrow morning is the weigh-in! I am trying to have a good day and be under points if at all possible. If I can say I've lost 50 pounds, I will leave for my minibreak with a light heart.
Saturday is the big holiday party and I'd like to be able to really splurge on that one day; I've lost weight on weeks with big splurge-days before. I read once that your body can only absorb so many calories at once, so once you hit some critical point of eating, you might as well keep on eating! That's my theory for why one night of eating dozens of extra points is better than eating a few too many points over the course of a week.
Blah blah blah. What I really want to write about is my latest realization: When I am trying to impress a crush, I embarrass not only myself, but all womankind. My ridiculous antics are worthy of their own journal entry; I should try and write one before I leave for L.A. At any rate, I'll post the weigh-in results tomorrow!
20031210
Pet Peeve
Okay, so the phrase "eat less, move more" annoys me. It just is so reductionist. Such a simplification of a process that for me, is endlessly complicated.
First of all, there's "eat less." Okay, sure. But when you're confronted by hunger, hormones, boredom, temptation, time, the simple pleasure of excellent food, or the basic human need for fuel, it's not so easy. When you've been raised by someone who taught you that food is comfort, it's not so easy. When you are re-learning how to have a functional relationship with cookies, it's not so easy.
And "move more" is hard, too. Finding time to exercise, and the motivation to do it, and the money to finance it-- especially when your natural inclination is to laze about like a zoo panda-- is not so easy.
And then there's all the emotional baggage that comes with being overweight in the first place, and adjusting to being less overweight, and freaking out about the ramifications of everything, and mental blocks on top of mental blocks.
I know that in the end, the rewards are worth it. We're all going to freak out and binge on cookies once in a while; we're all going to gain three pounds one week and beat ourselves up about it; we're all going to face that moment where we have to pick ourselves up and decide to keep moving forward in the face of all of the above. I'm not saying, well, it's hard so fuck it. I mean, clearly I'm not. What I am saying is that the distillation of all this hard work and struggle into one condescending little catchphrase bothers me.
As if we needed to be told in the first place. "Eat less, move more." Well, crap! Why didn't someone tell me that years ago!
20031209
A Wintertime Simile
I look down sometimes, and am surprised that I have a body.
You see, I used to be built kind of like a snowman. Concentric rolls of fat piled charmingly one atop the other. And if I looked down, all I could see were my boobs. If I could see past my boobs, then it was just one of the other sensuous hills of white flesh.
Don't get me wrong, I still have the "can't see past my boobs" problem. But if I crane my neck or maybe shove them out of the way, I can see things like thighs, and tiny poochy, and even other things. The last time I was small enough to look down and sort of check out my own body, I was blissfully unaware of its existence. So this is a new experience for me.
I did make a sexy snowman, though.
Trying
I've been trying to write an actual entry, but it's not been happening. Work has been crazy-busy-crazy, and I have been tutoring and doing outside proofing projects and seeing friends, and it's madness. Also, I don't want to go home after a day of staring at my computer and then stare at my computer. So there's that on top, then. So you get Ointyness instead! Better than nothing, right? It is for me.
Saturday I was one point under. Sunday I was two points over. Yesterday I was exactly on target, but I had to use my activity points and my lunch of spaghetti and tomato sauce might have been 12 points instead of 10. Historically, these kinds of weeks don't work as well for me as the ones where I go way over one day and way under the next.
I have only had orange juice so far today, because I came into work and my muffins were moldy. Had I only known this, I would have purchased a Starbucks muffin. Maybe I will get one at lunchtime. That's not a bad lunch, right? A muffin?
This needs to be one of those weeks where I try as hard as possible and the weight magically disappears. I'm weighing in on Friday this week. Four days to go...
20031208
Thought & News
The news is that Janis reached her weight goal this week, with a total of 92.6 pounds lost in a little over a year! I am so, so proud of her. I am trying to talk her into writing a guest entry! She can even change her pseudonym to Jo Jo, like in the comments. Hee.
The thought. You know, you don't wake up one day after doing this for a while and then suddenly you are "skinny" instead of "fat." It's a process; not only a physical adjustment, but a mental one as well. And currently in the process, I am really becoming at ease with my body, and the fact that it will never be perfect and may never, in fact, be "skinny" at all. And if not, then who cares?
It takes a long time to stop seeing yourself as fat, or being fat in your own head. I never saw Janis as a "fat" person; I certainly would never have said she needed to lose 92 pounds! To me, she looked thin a long time ago. And I'm starting to think that maybe people look at me and accept me as a girl who is on the curvy side, but certainly not obese or grotesque or any of the other horrible adjectives I am capable of using for my own body on my bad days.
I have some more weight to lose before I am fully comfortable with the clothes I am able to wear and the way I feel. But I also feel great as I am right now, today, this very minute. I am wearing a new blue cashmere sweater, and carrying a pretty pink purse, and I feel pretty. Pretty enough to go up to the boy I have a crush on, and ask him out?
Maybe.
20031206
Not This Week
Well, I didn't make it this week! In fact, I maintained my weight. (According to the WW lady I gained .2, but actually the scale was flipping between .0 and .2 just exactly as it did last week. But last week they took .0 and this week they took .2; the scale readouts were identical.)
The woman who weighed me said, "Well, even if you just maintain your loss through the holidays, that's good." She's right about that; it's a challenging time. This week at work, I didn't mention this, but we had an art show and waffle party on my floor. Waffles and liquor! I don't know. I was a little over my points all week and hence, I maintained.
You know, I am bitter about the FlexPoints thing, though. You're supposed to be able to use those, and you can't. At least I can't. I'm sure I was under at least my FlexPoints for the week, and nonetheless, I lost nothing. I have to ignore them completely if I want to lose; it really sucks.
I also have spent this week developing some real affection for my body that I have right now. I'm happy. Even if I have to wait one more week to get my magnet. Or two weeks, or whatever. I am supersexxy! I need to go shopping.
20031205
Vinaigrette!
My pal the Pilgrim taught me how to spell it. Check it out! Vinaigrette, vinaigrette, vinaigrette. He made up a handy mnemonic sentence involving Vin Diesel, the GRE, and an artificial intelligence robot.
Also, he took this picture of me, which I figured I'd post because if there's one thing Mr. Ointy readers can count on, it's that you will see pictures of me.

As to the question about the chapbook, all of you who wrote in so far will get one. Further instructions are coming soon! And you can still write in to make it onto the waiting list, which hopefully won't make you wait too long. Thanks!
I don't know how the week went. Last night the dad of one of my students invited me to stay for wine, cheese, and smoked salmon. We were up drinking and talking until midnight (not just me and him, to be clear. The whole fam.) Today I had a fabulous meal with the fabulous Evany at the fabulous Slanted Door.
I would say the week went okay overall, but I don't know if it went okay enough for me to have made it to 50 pounds. I tried. I have my fingers crossed! I'll let you know tomorrow.
20031204
My God, It's Been Hours Since We Talked...
I've spent the past week devouring ("pardon the pun") the archives of Dietgirl. She's lost 142 pounds so far! She's also got a great little site going on over there. Visually appealing and well-written. And she writes in a cute accent. And she's hot. Check it out.
The chapbook is almost gone; I think I'm at 35 people or so. Just to clarify, the people who I listed below (the pre-orderers) all need to e-mail me also with [SQUARE] in the title, just so I can put you in the proper e-mail folder and send you the relevant information. You just don't need to worry about e-mailing me immediately. Thanks for the interest, everyone; you guys are awesome. There will definitely be more printed. I need at least 50 more for work, and then I'll probably make enough so everyone who ends up on the waiting list gets one. Within reason!
Another endorsement from Amy, who says that SQUARE, because it is named after a shape, "Makes a great learning tool for toddlers!" And then promises not to read Spencer any of the parts about sex. But those are the most educational of all!
Food-wise, I had a big salad for lunch today that a friend of mine got. I have no idea how many points it was. I asked for dressing on the side, but they apparently tossed it before my friend remembered. It was 1/2 raspberry vineg(shit I still can't spell this word)rette and 1/2 balsamic vinegar. It was pretty well-drenched in it. And then there was some turkey on top, about five or six thick (but not that big around) slices. I counted the salad as 7 points. What do you think?
Haven't Posted in at Least 2 Minutes, So...
"Pull tab on side of outer carton to open box - Are you kidding me? How dumb do I look here? Do they think that if they don't put that, I'll be confused when I get to the part about microwaving the food? 'What food? I just see a box here!'" -Monty
SQUARE
My holiday project this year (she says, as if she's ever done anything that could be called a "holiday project" in her entire life) is my chapbook, SQUARE. My one endorsement so far is from poetry-averse Jen Wade, who says it is "terrific" and she is La Wade so everyone should listen to her. It is terrific! Or not. Whatever. The suggested donation is $3, because my company donated the paper and envelopes, and all I have to pay is postage. So most of your $3 will go to a good cause, even if the promise of "terrific" does not deliver.
What SQUARE does deliver: Mighty Mouse, tangerines, a scene from my sex life, and a table of contents. Also, it is square-shaped.
"Wait, what good cause?" Glad you asked! The proceeds this year are going to be donated to a local organization called The Family Giving Tree to sponsor a specific child or children, if I get enough funds! Such as 8-year-old-Kamalia, who wants a bead set. I'm pretty excited about this, and want to get going right away, since Christmas is a-coming!
A bunch of people already expressed an interest, and I've got copies set aside for the following people: marymary, Rachel (and Elise and Amalia), Brianna, Jackie, Leah, Cindy and Nancy. If you are one of those people, thanks! I'll hold a chapbook for you. There are 41 additional copies available.
To get a copy, just shoot me an e-mail with [SQUARE] as the subject. Here, I'll make a handy link. The first 41 people (plus all those people listed above) will get further instructions. Everyone after that will be put on the waiting list. I'm going to try and crank out some more copies of SQUARE as soon as I can. I've got bead sets to buy!
Just a Post
So far, nobody is doing the experiment suggested in the comments of the gross post about uterine lining. So much for science! Now we may never know.
Anyway, I am happy to say that I was 10 points under yesterday. Well really 5, but I subtracted 5 points from the beginning of the day to make up for the Christmas party feasting, so if you take the day as its own entity, I was 10 points under, and if you do popcorn math, I was 5. Either way, good. Groovy.
Honestly, it seems like this week, the only thing I have going for me is my Mr. Ointy progress. It's something I think about when I have nothing else happy to think about. Walking to work, on the train, going home. I think about it a lot.
20031203
BMI
A friend of mine pointed out something kind of cool. Six pounds from now, when I weigh 208 pounds (note my optimistic wording there) another milestone will be reached. My BMI will drop to 29.8, making me "overweight" rather than "obese."
To which I say, wait, I'm "obese"??
Meant To Say
Kat made a very cute little Mr. Ointy button! Here it is, in case you want to... I don't know. Admire it or something.

Also, my glorious cycle of womanhood began yesterday. The first thought that crossed my mind? "GREAT! I wonder how much the uterine lining weighs!"
I worry myself sometimes.
I Am Pretentious
I was exactly at 0 points left yesterday, and then I went to a Christmas party! It was for my tutoring job, at a restaurant in SoMa called Lulu. Remind me not to walk from Chinatown to SoMa anymore. Near death experience.
I almost didn't go to the party-- I was so crampy and tired and crabby and out of points-- but decided to stop by anyway. I'm so glad I did; I ended up getting in some really excellent conversations in a room full of smart people. We talked about teaching, religion, philosophy, various cultures and the evolution of race in America. And video games! Sounds pretentious as all hell, doesn't it? Well, it was fun anyway! One mathemetician explained who Gauss was-- and now I finally know what the "degauss" button is all about!
I had one glass of wine and then nibbled from plates as they passed. I didn't take any of the really high-points stuff; I didn't take more than one of anything; but nonetheless, when you've got no points left, even one nibbly thing is too much. I already subtracted 5 points from my total today, because I am determined to come in under points at least one damn day this week. Sigh.
I couldn't resist tasting the food, though. They had shrimp wrapped in proscuitto (again with the spelling) and balls of white wine risotto, cranberry brie, lobster, oysters! Very classy shindig.
The wine story is actually funny; they had this huge wine menu and I spotted something really great, a Buena Vista 1999 reserve blend. I know '99 was a great year for Napa reds, and I know that's a great winery, and I know the reserve is cream-of-the-crop. So I decided to have a glass of that; which turned out to be $19.50 for one glass and the most expensive thing on the menu! I was, quite frankly, very proud of my own discernment. I got the 2 oz. size instead for $6 and not only did the bartender pour a very liberal 2 oz., he also let me taste like three other wines for free. That's what happens when you bat your baby blues the right way, I guess.
In the end, I got a ride home at midnight. Today I'm exhausted and, like I said, determined not to eat anything. It's going to be a long and hungry day, but at least I can go to bed early, thereby solving both problems.
20031202
Food Update
I am now down to 5 points, after having eaten: a stick of string cheese (2), a green salad with vinigarette* dressing (2 at most) and four balls of mozzerella* cheese (3-ish), a Pria bar (2), a coffee with milk (1), and four of those fat-free cookies, which I had left in my desk (1). That's a total of 11 points in very tiny increments, taking us down to 5 points.
I am going to a Christmas party tonight, and I will really need to find a way to be inventive about spending 5 and only 5 points. I hope there will be veggies there to snack on, and diet soda and things. Also I hope I don't get all nervous, since I only know one person who's going to be at this thing. Well, I'm tired anyway, so maybe I'll stay until I've eaten 5 points, and then run like hell.
*Please note that without a spell check, I cannot spell things such as "vinegerate" or "mozzerella." I can, however, tell that I've spelled them wrong. And when you're a proofreader, that's enough. (Well, you also have to master the skill of looking things up. But I don't feel like it.)
Down Under
With a title like that, this should really be one of those entries where I talk about sex. But what I was going for here is staying under points, not under the sheets. Although sex is a nice distraction from eating. Unless you take breaks from sex to have a pizza delivered, which everyone should do at least once in their lives. Okay! That takes care of the sex quota for this post. New paragraph.
This morning I was craving a sweet coffee drink. I thought about it and thought about it on the BART and while walking to Starbucks, and then finally decided to go for it. It was very good, 4 points. I also had a 4-point muffin. I also subtracted 2 points as insurance. I will also earn 2-3 points walking around, and I will ignore those points completely. As of this writing (10:37 AM) I have 16 points left for the day. I am hungry.
I have in my stash some of the 2-point Pria bars recommended in the comments, which I've not yet tried. I also have string cheese in the fridge. I tried that light string cheese, but it wasn't very stringy. I have to say I was disappointed, and will probably splurge on the 2-point string cheese henceforth. Mmm. Cheese.
Cheese is one of those things that I never used to like, and now I love. Also sushi. Also fruit pie. Also, pizza.
20031201
Evany Says...
"Because no matter how much I consciously know that weight has nothing to do with happiness, it's still wired into me by Renee Zellweger and magazines and movies and television and personal ad requests that if you're looking for something to take the blame for any of life's dissatisfactions, weight is an easy target, what with it being so big and fat and hard to miss."
Go read Evany's whole entry, please.
Full
Just had a big lunch (we went out to Bistro Burger) and now I am full and out of points. Blergh. I've been a few points over every day so far this week; not a lot, but a few. I need to be a few points under for a couple of days to balance it all out.
I had a veggie burger with sauteed mushrooms and grilled onions. I was the only person who didn't get fries, but I did nibble other people's fries. It was a nice way to get some fries, but not overindulge. Theoretically.
I am in a bad mood because Hotmail keeps changing the appearance to make it uglier and more horrible, but they don't fix any of the things I find annoying about it. They never upgrade the functionality or add options that would be helpful. I fired off a very annoyed complaint letter and am going to switch to Yahoo I guess. I don't really like Yahoo either but it's better than Hotmail. Unless anyone else has any bright ideas for a nice, clean, web-based mail interface. What a pain!
Um, oh. Yeah. So weight loss! Yesterday I worked at the Bux and had possibly a little too much eggnog. But it was very fun because Janis' husband came in and worked with me. And then his friends came in, and they were all manly and cute and we had fun.
