Mind the King or You Could be in Royal Trouble
You know you live a pretty sweet existence when the worst thing that happened to you today is that you went to Burger King for a Diet Coke and ended up with a regular Coke instead. It galls me because I drank some of it and paid $2 for a Diet Coke (I’m a cheap booger). I could actually feel my throat constricting and my nasal passages closing after I sipped it. I really should have returned the drink, but I elected to throw it out instead, not being sure that the second attempt would yield much better results.
Life lesson: Always check your drink before you pull away or leave! If you even suspect the drink is wrong, ask for another one. Your health is worth it—and let’s be more real here than Jessica Simpson’s tan : if you’re diabetic, sugar in a super-huge size could cause you to be pretty sick! I know I’m not even diabetic, and I can tell you that my mouth feels incredibly weird, even having had a few sips of the stuff. I feel like I horked down coconut oil or something.
Quick test for Coke versus Diet: If you suspect Diet but are too timid to request a change unless you know for certain, have a friend or kiddo taste test for you. If you’re still not sure, put a drop of the stuff on the lid and let it dry. If it turns sticky, you most likely have a corn syrup palooza on your hands.
Blah! Blech. Ptooey!
That’s not even the worst of it. I’m sitting in a school lobby right now, and needed to pour the soda out (I didn’t want the temptation of sipping away at it). I went into the staff restroom and poured the amber-colored corn syrup down the facilities, and then I flushed. I noticed that despite care, there were still some drops on the seat. I wiped the seat. Now the toilet wouldn’t flush, and the water in there looks pretty dark because I must have flushed the toilet the wrong way. (Leave it to me to flush a toilet the wrong way).
I was hoping anyone sauntering in wouldn’t question the ice floating in the toilet, but you never can tell.
TOPS weigh-in for the week
We ladies always know there are those occasional stalls due to the female body’s willingness to hold onto liquids. I weighed in the same this week. Boo! But ok. I tend to lose in spurts.
The ceremony for installing officers this week was fantastic, however! We had to write a goal for ourselves for the year, and I wrote that I would lose 150 pounds. That’s my plan! We put the slips into our notebooks in order to remind ourselves of the goal we have set for ourselves.
Punch and cookies were served at the event, and I abstained as per usual. If I’d known I’d end up narfing down nasty Coke at Burger King I would have elected to try a cookie instead! I would have enjoyed more bang for my low-carb buck.
I have to tell you this, though, because it shows how differently I think than friends who follow low-fat, low-calorie diets.
Today, Sally brought the cookies to the ceremony. She stood up and she said, “I altered these cookies to make them so that they were healthier.”
She had me. I was ready! I was going to eat a low-carb cookie!
Then she said, “So, in order to make them healthy, I cut out the fat, and replaced the fat with beans.” I’ll bet I looked like someone done took away my birthday.
Without the fat, yeah, you might cut some calories, but holy heck in
! You’re just going to be starving again in a few minutes– especially coupled with the punch that was served. I was dejected. Hampton
This is what happens when you forget to say “no”.
I am a team leader for a challenge now. Because I’m so motivational (replace with the term “am a sucker”) I’m going to keep a team of 14 ladies motivated to lose weight for 6 weeks. No problem, save for the fact that I don’t know the names of half of the people in the group yet. As well, even though the contest is for overall weight loss, the big bummer is that they cap the amount at 2 pounds per week, max! All of a sudden, those weight loss drops I tend to have some weeks don’t amount to much.
On the plus side, the losing team has to plan the group picnic. I don’t want to plan a picnic, especially with all of the high-carb food that is going to be proposed.
(I’m still thinking about those bean cookies, and the substitutions I’d be dealing with. If potato salad made with applesauce in place of mayonnaise shows up, I’m going to sob into the gingham picnic blanket. )
On the plus side: If we lose, I could bring the fresh vegetable tray and the meat/cheese tray. I could slip those by without too much grief, and then I could eat all of the healthy foods I wish.
Either way, I’m not eating bean cookies, prune cake or applesauce potato salad.