03.04 - Notes to Self

1. Stay away from Pilates class. It is evil and will not only make you hate your life, but you will suffer from excruciating foot cramps.

2. You shouldn't have ordered the bridesmaid dress too small. It's nearly impossible to reduce the size of your hip bones.

3. It's a good thing you're addicted to frozen yogurt with health benefits. If not for that, your addiction might be considered an eating disorder.

4. Stop staring at your "Fast Food" calendar. Just because you love it and think it's cute, doesn't mean your coworkers do. They actually think you're a little strange.

03.02 - The Other White Yummy Thing

I have replaced meat with fro-yo. :\

This Canadian chain just opened up kiddie corner from my office, and I checked it out last Thursday and have been back every workday since. :\ There's something extra about it that I just love. It has the same yummy tanginess that everyone likes plus there's an essence of crackers or condensed milk or something. Haha. I can't quite figure it out, but it's delicious and I can't stop going back. I even asked if they have a frequency card and the dude at the counter looked at me funny.



Eatery Info: Yogen Fruz, 303 West Madison, Chicago, IL 60606

02.27 - Cheese Confession

I was in a lecture last night and brought an individually wrapped piece of string cheese with me to tide me over. The cheese was still cold from the refrigerated case at the store but I told myself that I had to wait until it was room temperature or warmer (because that's when string cheese-- or cheese in general-- tastes the best). I was a bit impatient, so I held the plastic in my hand and did my best to warm up the cheese but, alas, my hands were a bit cool.

So I quickly slid the cheese into my shirt sleeve and kept it against my arm for about ten minutes. Then I slyly passed the cheese from one sleeve to the next and kept it against my other arm for another ten minutes. When I finally pulled it out for consumption, the girl next to me noticed but I ignored her, peeled away the plastic, and bit into my wonderfully soft cheese as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

02.25 - Give Up, Give Back

I grew up Catholic and was taught to give up something for Lent every year. But after I fulfilled my Catholic Saturday school requirements, I pretty much dropped the practice and only did it around my dad to make him happy. :\ In recent years, though, I've picked up the ritual again . . . but only when I make the sincere effort to struggle and to think about the meaning behind it.

So . . . this year, I'm going to give up meat again (everyday and not just on Fridays, like last year). It was unbelievably hard to do last year, but when Easter finally came around, it was good to know I was able to get over myself for that period of time. And if you know me, you know meat is very nearly my best friend. ;) Anyway, I debated on also giving up cheese this year, but I honestly think I would have an emotional breakdown because so many vegetarian options involve cheese. *dorky smile* Still, in addition to fasting, I want to do something more than I did last year. Luckily, my dear friend HLY gave me this great idea to practically spend time with God daily (something I often forget to do :\). It's sad that it sometimes seems easier for me to take away something I love than to give my time to something I love . . . but I look forward to the days ahead.

02.20 to 02.22 - Active Member of the Clean Plate Club

I realized this weekend why I'm inclined to eat so much. I'm pretty sure it's because my dear parents instilled this "clean plate" mentality in me that I can't seem to get rid of. I just absolutely hate to see good food still left on a plate if I know it's going to get thrown out. It's so bad that I'll force myself to eat four plates of French cheese that smell (and taste) like feet because the three others I'm having dinner with refuse to eat it. It's so bad that I'll eat a party of fourteen's leftover sushi (that even the males at the table will willingly pass to me). It's so bad that I'll take my godchildren's plates and eat the chewed-up and nibbled-on pieces of food that they are suddenly too full to eat. And it's so bad that I'll eat a party of nineteen's excessive amount of leftover pizza (but thank goodness for my buddy PK-- haha).

*sigh* It's a problem, but I feel like it's something I'll probably always have to deal with. So when I end up 500 lbs. with hypertension and high cholesterol, you'll know who to blame. ;) The best part of the clean plate club, though, are the reactions. Haha. Some people are really supportive, some people will help me out (though this is rare), and others will just flat-out tell me to stop because I disgust them. Haha. The latter are the best. :}




These are just two of the five pizzas from this weekend that started off as my friends and nearly ended up my enemies. Ha.

02.19 - Pink Shoe Scandal

I actually motivated myself enough yesterday to go back to the gym the second day in a row. That in itself is an accomplishment, so I absolutely had to go! There was one slight obstacle, though. I forgot to bring sneakers. :\

So I ended up just going down to the gym with a tentative plan to do weights or floor exercises in my socks. But when I saw the calorie-burning elliptical machine, my heart lurched and I just "needed" to do cardio. So . . . I did something I would not wish for anyone else. *sigh* I walked into the girls' locker room where there happens to be a random collection of used gym shoes on top of the lockers, and I nervously (and quickly) took the cleanest pair that was closest to my size and put those puppies on. Haha. They were light pink shoes about a size too large, but they definitely did the job. Haha. The entire time I was on the elliptical machine, I kept looking at the door, praying that my shoes' owner wouldn't walk in. *sheepish look* On the plus side, I burned about 150 calories! Woohoo. :}

02.18 - Walking Oxymoron

I finally decided to go back to the gym at work after about a two-month break! As I headed downstairs, I felt so good about myself and I even got my coworker friend to join me, so I was feeling really motivated . . . until she pointed out that my gym bag is a big plastic Dunkin Donuts bag. *sigh* Who am I kidding? :\