Tonight, while I wasn’t really in the mood to barbecue, I wound up grilling up some chicken. A sometimes valuable resource told me that if you boil it first, it cuts down on cooking time on the grill. What they failed to mention was the fact that it also dries it out disgustingly. I wasn’t overly happy with how dinner turned out tonight, but at least I didn’t break my diet because of it. There was hardly any fat left on the chicken and I believe whatever was left was instantly melted off by the flame. I threw some mixed veggies on the plate and called it a day. However, now my stomach is bothering me and I’m unsure if it’s based on the fact that it was the only meal I had today, or if the chicken just isn’t agreeing with me at the moment. I’m sure I’ll figure it out sooner or later.

Sean and I wound up going out to lunch after all. Originally I wanted to stay in because I know he hasn’t slept much in the last 24 hours, he literally just crashed about 20 minutes ago and that was around his 25th hour of being awake. I told him repeatedly that he should just go to sleep but he’s a stubborn man and wound up staying awake anyway.

I did well at lunch. I had a grilled chicken salad and left most of the chicken behind (I’ve been eating chicken almost every night for the last few weeks) I had just a light oil and vinegar based dressing, barely even tasting it for that matter. I requested lemon juice but unfortunately they didn’t have it. I’m still doing damn good with portion control, I left about half of the salad on the plate. The waitress had no idea that I was even done, she kind of avoided the table until we called her over.

I’ve moved myself back to the laptop for a little while, unfortunately I’m no longer used to typing on such small keys now that my desktop has kind of turned into my primary computer. No big deal though, everything seems to be working out just fine. It’s rather warm in the house so I don’t know if it was a good idea to boot this up or not considering it kicks out a lot of heat, even when it’s not plugged in. I haven’t booted this thing in almost three weeks and there’s still over 75% battery life left to it - guess that counts for something.

But since my wrist is locking up from the smaller keys, guess I should shift myself back to the desktop and get some design work done…heh.

Sean has decided that no matter how tired he may be, he’s also rather hungry. We’ve decided to go to Friendly’s for a late-lunch/early-dinner. Now, I know that I’m okay in regards to the meal itself because they have a diet menu and resturants in the area now don’t use the fatty oil they once did. However, I have one weakness in the world and that is their Reese’s Pieces Sundae. I can not resist one, I could be full to the absolute rim of my stomach and will still eat as much as I can - typically until I pop. It’s such a shame that they can make something so bad for you, taste so damn good!

I’m treating myself at dinner tonight. It’s been a while since I’ve had roasted chicken so I decided to throw a few roasters in the oven with a little Mrs. Dash for some flavor and then go from there. Sean wants potatoes and bread with his meal but I’m going to be good and keep myself away from all of the starch, should be hard for me but I had bread last night, I don’t need it this night. For myself I’m going to load up on steamed veggies and instead of my usual crystal light, I’m just going to go back to drinking plain water.

Karen is expecting a lot of company next week. Her sister invited herself down on Wednesday with her two boys and on Saturday her other friend is more than likely coming over as well. We don’t know how we’re going to setup the sleeping arrangements but I’m sure everything will work itself out just fine. I know if we stick her sister and the kids in the living room, her friend can go in the bedroom on the cot and then the rest is basically history. Lets just hope it works out that way - or maybe one will just cancel plans? :crosses fingers:

I’m hitting another bump in the road that I don’t quite understand. For weeks I’ve been all about eating better, getting more exercise and making sure to keep a close track of everything I’m putting in my mouth - including cigarettes. So why in the hell am I starving and eating cookies, and what’s wrong with me to the point that I went from half a pack a day to over a pack a day in literally 12 hours? Sean says that I’m stressed out and he’s sure my period is coming. At this point, however, I’m basically eating like I’m pregnant or something. I know that’s not the case, thank god, but it’s a little absurd as to why this is going on.

Have any of you hit a bump in the road like this before? Falling off the wagon 3-fold kind of just seems cruel for my mind to do to me.