Beer munchies

Change from beginning of program: + too damn much
Goal: too many to count
Activity: sitting on my ass in meetings
Temptation: everything
Fruit and veg: 5
Bracelets made: none

The beer munchies are a killer. You know what I mean - you drink beer and get hungry. Because you have been drinking beer, your defenses are down, and you eat more.

It's a vicious cycle. If you don't eat, you feel like crap the next day. If you do eat, you get even fatter.

Ugh.

Kryptonite

Change from beginning of program: +1.0
Goal: 45 to go
Activity: working
Temptation: fudge
Fruit and veg: 2
Bracelets made: 5

Not a good day for my diet. I took the fudge to work, but it was still there in my cell cube. Therefore, I nibbled all day. Fudge is my Kryptonite.

Breakfast: pistachios and fudge

Lunch: nachos with guacamole, plus chips and salsa

Dinner: pistachios and dried fruit

Libations: beer

For the past two nights, I have ridden my bike through the neighborhood and then played on the Wii Fit. Tonight, I worked - on MY time.

UGH.

It's that time of year, and it will be like this through most of April.

Again, I say UGH.

At least I got some bracelets made. And I just might keep these.

Greetings from Moody Gardens

Change from beginning of program: +1.0
Goal: 45 to go
Activity: 18 minutes riding bike + 30 minutes Wii Fit
Temptation: fudge
Fruit and veg: 4
Bracelets made: 4 (+2 last night)

If you are not familiar with the Houston area, today's blog title might not make sense. Let me explain.

Galveston has a wonderful complex called Moody Gardens. The Moody family apparently lived in Galveston and had lots of money, as several attractions are named for them.

I realized today that I live in Moody Gardens. Not the cool attraction in Galveston. The house in Houston where the moodiest man in the world lives with me. You know...the man who says he does not have moods. Ahhh...there are none so blind as those who will not see.

On another note - at the end of the work day, I walked into a coworkers office and the coworker started laughing. I asked if I looked that bad, and he said the I looked really frazzled. His advice: drink.

I followed his advice.

I also made a pan of fudge. And it took a great deal of willpower (and several beers) to not eat the whole damn thing.

Fatal flaw

Change from beginning of program: -.6
Goal: 44 to go
Activity: restringing bracelets
Temptation: DQ Blizzard
Fruit and veg: 5
Bracelets restrung: 11

My bead obsession hit a snag. I have been making bracelets with stretchy string so that you can slip them on over your hand and not have to worry about a clasp. The directions I read on the internets said to tie knots and then put a drop of glue on the knot. I put the strongest glue I know of on the knot - super glue.

I wore some bracelets. I gave some bracelets away. The bracelets I wore started breaking - at the point where I put the super glue.

I described the problem to a friend at work, and she asked if the super glue was eating through the stretchy string. I did some research on the internets and found that super glue was the problem. It was not eating through the stretchy string, but it was drying like glass. When I stretched the bracelets over my hand, one point on the bracelet would not stretch.

Of course, I had made 58 bracelets before I discovered this problem. I had not yet glued 8 of them, so I need to restring only 50. Of those 50, I had already given away 21.

I had 2 hours of conference calls today. I got 9 bracelets restrung during that time. I got some more done tonight. I have recalled the bracelets that I gave away.

Now I'm giving more bracelets away to testers. I need to determine if just knots (no glue) will suffice or if flexible drying glue is necessary.

Let me know if you want to be a tester.

Oh yeah, and I polished off a bottle of prosecco tonight. After I left the office in the afternoon and drove to Dairy Queen to get a Reeses Peanut Butter Cup Blizzard. I had been craving that Blizzard since Monday, and it really hit the spot.

A little poem

Beer, beer. The magical drink.
The more you drink, the less you think.
The less you think, the better you feel.
So let's drink beer for every meal.

That's the kind of day I had - I was able to dream up this little ditty while I was baking (and drinking beer) before I started in on the beads.

Manic Monday

Change from beginning of program: -.6
Goal: 44 to go
Activity: seething
Temptation: everything
Fruit and veg: 5
Bracelets made: 3
Necklaces made: 2

Going back to work after a four-day break was not pleasant...mainly because I did not want to be there. I really need to win the lottery.

The constant buzz of adrenaline made me graze all day. I was craving a Reeses Peanut Butter Cup Blizzard, but I didn't get one. I just ate everything else instead. I would have been better off breaking down and making the trip to Dairy Queen.

For post-work stress relief, I not only played with my beads but I also made cookies. And I'm still a ball of nerves.

At least I have some new jewelry to show for it.

It's official: Americans are too fat

Change from beginning of program: -1.2
Goal: 43 to go
Activity: napping
Temptation: everything
Fruit and veg: 4

On Friday, I visited my sister and her children in Lufkin. We went to the zoo to ride the train, and found a really long line. The zoo was crowded because it was a perfect day weather-wise and because it was the last day of Spring Break. But the wait for the train was extra long because they were filling up just the first two train cars and leaving the third car empty.

When we finally got on the train, we learned why they were not filling it. We started going up a "hill" - with an incline of less than 5 degrees - and the conductor asked some of the men to get out and push us up the "hill." They did, and we were able to ride the rest of the route without a problem.

What does this say about us as a society? We are too damn fat for the zoo train.

I have thought about that a lot over the past few days. My response? Eating like I'm manic. Can't stop. The only times I'm not eating are when I'm sleeping or playing with my beads.