Put the phone down, Ma… I ain’t becoming a hooker… but boy was that an attention grabber or what!?!? I know how to bring in the crowds. From now on out you all might want to just take a nap… WARNING: Major nonsensical babbling ahead… watch out for mind numbing boredom and the urge to turn off your computer! Commence!
I talked about a weight gain I had of 3 pounds about 3 weeks ago. Since then I’ve been recycling those same 3 pounds week in and week out during plateau number 4 billion 85 million 620 thousand 2 hundred and 22 (that’s the way they wrote the numbers back in the olden days when my folks were born… KIDDING!!! Put the phone down again, Ma!) I’m learning to just ignore a plateau and press on… put my shoulder to the wheel and push along… because like I’ve said 8 billion times before… this is a lifestyle… NOT a “die”t! Counting calories, moving, eating chocolate, punching Gunther in the gut, eating more chocolate, and did I mention watching the Food Network 5 hours a day? Mmmmmm… food…. Meanwhile… how would I go about just moving into Rachael Ray’s refrigerator… because seriously… girl pulls out all sorts of food from that thing… I’ll trade her for my moldy bag of lettuce and Energizer battery. Meal idea… Energizer salad… a salad that keeps going and going and going!
I’m happy to say that as of yesterday the plateau has been scaled (take that and smoke it, Reginald!)… took 3 weeks of pushing along, but when I stepped on the scale yesterday morning, I’d lost the 3 pounds I’d gained 3 weeks prior PLUS another 2.6 pounds… almost 6 pounds. What did I tell you… sit down, shut up, and keep on walking… the plateau will eventually right itself if you are watching calories and moving. It’s simple math, people! No rocket science here… just a lot of patience practicing.
Meanwhile, in my new found world of stopping to savor all the little moments, it’s NSV (nonscale victory) time! This weekend I met up with some long lost cousins (what up Oprah… bwahahahaha, that joke never gets old in my noggin… errrrr… I mean Jacque, Meg, and Tanner) and we lunched it up! I picked the place and since Logan has approximately 3 restaurants that aren’t named McDonald’s, I picked the one that had just opened and I’d never been to!
Obviously, y’all… just from the name alone I know they have pizza… and that’s about it. So, we get there and it’s a BUFFET! Like an all-you-can-eat buffet (dude, why didn’t they have the Biggest Loser event at this joint)… but it’s totally okay… no freaking out on my end because I’m a pro and I can handle this. My buffet menu before would have been 20 pieces of each of the 10 different pizza flavors, a sample of each of the 8 different pastas and sauces, and one of each of the desserts… oh, and the salad bar would have been 3 sprigs of lettuce, 2 tons of ham, 3 truckloads of cheese, and enough Ranch dressing to change the name of the Sahara Desert to the Ranch Dressing Lake. I had a plan this time… it’s a plan that has been set in advance for any surprise eating environment… load up on vegetables at the salad bar first, vinagrette dressing on the side… you can pick ONE entree from the main dishes and one dessert. Easy peasy. I had me a big ole veggie salad with raspberry vinagrette on the side, whole wheat penne pasta with marinara sauce, one sliver-like cheese breadstick, and half a piece of their peach/cinnamon pizza.. and BAM… I’m out of there for under 600 calories… didn’t even have to use the wheelbarrow to wheel my butt out the door this time.
For those who live in Logan… I would totally recommend the joint. The food was really good and for $6.99 per person for all-you-can-eat… how can you go wrong? Get up an eating plan first, though… otherwise, the help will need to roll your rear out the door. I’m ready to go again… who wants to join me?
Oh, I almost forgot… I have yet to talk about hookers (children 16 and under… AVERT YOUR EYES!):
This here is the sign that I drove by on my way to school every. single. day…. 6th grade through 12th grade… and every single day I laugh to this day… because I still have the sense of humor of a 13-year-old girl (please… like I’m the only one). Who knew the hookers here in the Valley were so friendly? I’m just saying I could hook y’all up!
Question of the Day: What’s your plan when you go out to eat or to a potluck?