I’m uhm, kind of strange. I have always liked sending food off with my SO such that he can share it with people at work. I have had some interesting mixed reactions over time. So, what would ya’ll think of it? If you want to, explain your answer in comments.
I’m still on the yogurt/granola/fruit in the morning kick. I’ve been eating it until I feel extremely full instead of my normal breakfast of enough to feel not hungry. Lately I have been going all day on about 1/2 my normal food/snack quantity. My weight is dropping a little (down to 163 which makes me happier than 168 did) and I’m not being super cranky all day. Granola bars later in the day have never helped like the morning stuff is helping–I wonder how much of that is because the granola bars I buy are loaded with sugar and cause a significant crash not long after eating them. Hm. There might be something to this balanced breakfast shit. 🙂
Now I just need to start exercising again and my mood might improve significantly.
Or at the very least, no food = unhappiness.
Today I am discovering how much I LOVE food. I love the smells, the textures, the feel of it moving in my mouth, the sensation of my hunger being slowly appeased.
And I can’t fucking eat. This is the very small down side to being knocked out for my tooth extraction. Oh, and the fact that the anesthesia costs more than the surgery. Heh. It’ll allllll be worth it in the long run. But I should stop talking to people cause I can feel the snippy growing.
Last night we had an amazingly tasty dinner at The Plumed Horse. It’s a fancy French restaurant in Saratoga. He had the venison, I had the Kobe beef. He talked me into trying foie gras (I think I spelled it right). I had a freakin tasty salad. He seemed to enjoy his chocolate fondant; I worshipped my Grand Marnier souffle. (Spel?) And I don’t know what kind of wine we had, but I enjoyed the hell out of most of the bottle on my own. *grin*
By the time we got home I was absolutely smashed, oh… there was also a very tasty glass of ice wine at the end.
I have decided that I need to stop drinking hard alcohol and become a wino. Hard alcohol makes my tummy hurt and wine doesn’t. 🙂 Yay for smashed and no hangover or tummy ache!
And the after party at our house… damn. *happy sigh* I loves my husband.
So today I am drowsy and very mellow and happy. It’ll be a good day.
As our contribution to the wedding potluck I have made my mommy’s lasagna. It’s a dry lasagne made with more cheese than you can shake a stick at. It’s so damn good it just isn’t funny. 🙂
(A dry lasagna means that it doesn’t have any sauce inside with the cheese and noodles, you add it at the end on top. 🙂
I have an east coaster asking me where to find good bagels. Any suggestions?
I’m a heathen–I like Noah’s. And not for the name. 🙂