Friday, November 04, 2011
Almost forgot to blog today, after I said I would (try) for 7 days straight. So my first success is remembering to blog.
I acquired a gel seat for bike riding. My butt made me do it. I figure it can't hurt, and since eleventy billion Sparkers said it was a good idea, the $10 seemed like a small price to pay for butt relief. I violated my personal code of ethics by buying the dang thing in a store that I have sworn to not shop in, so this should tell you how much my hindquarters are barking.
I ate all vegan all day today and yesterday, which is a good thing, mostly because I hate myself for at least five days after having a non-vegan meal. Why you ask? Because my pits stink for 5 freaking days. No animal products = pits like angel farts. Animal products = stinky body. I never noticed before doing the Eat to Live thing, but now I do. Same thing with poo, if you were wondering, which I highly doubt.
Unfortunately realization #1.
I have to stop eating in restaurants. Period. I think my new rule shall be "if you can't track it, don't eat it." Or maybe I should just limit myself to one restaurant meal a week. I could save bazillions of dollars and spend it all on some awesome thing that I can't live without to be determined at a later date. Hmmmm. I bet if I quit chowing in restaurants long enough I could buy something nutty like a bike rack for my car. It might take a whole week or two, at the rate that I've been inhaling crack-food from fat pushers.
Anywho, I think restaurant eating is a big part of my weight stall, because unless I'm eating some low fat low calorie soup at Panera (which is still unholy high in sodium) I'm eating far more calories than I should.
Seriously, vegan or not, all restaurants make their food tasted yummylicious the same way--they add fat, and sugar, and more fat, and white flour and salt, some fat, maybe some MSG and then a sprinkle of, you guessed it, fat. This is a problem for my giant butt. The giant butt problem is that I don't want to have a giant butt, and restaurants are getting in the way. Fact. I hate this realization. I love restaurants. I love "perfect oatmeal" from Starbucks with a grande Awake tea soy latte with vanilla syrup. I love Szechuan green beans with tofu. I love all kinds of stuff that is really derailing my progress. I love vegetarian spring rolls and fried rice and apparently I love anything that can clog my arteries or make me ginormously fat. Boo. Booooooooooo. Don't even get me started on Pei Wei.
Dear fatty restaurant food,
I don't love you enough to stay fat the rest of my life to have you.
Jenn's Giant Ass
I think I've known this whole restaurant thing all along and chose to ignore it. No more denying it, besides, my fridge full of freggies is a waste if I don't eat at home.