sammy davis jr. only had one eye
(i sing the adam sandler turkey song in my head every thanksgiving, even though everyone else thinks it's annoying)
spending thanksgiving in the arctic tundra massachusetts.
i need to find a name for The Plan other than The Plan. my ironic tendency wants to call it the Great Leap Forward, but i'm not sure i'm really a fan...
regardless, i'm fairly proud of myself. history dictates that as soon as i publicly declare my intentions to eat-less-test-more, i will run off and eat everything i can find. which i did, for a few days, until i had the sense to realize that i felt awful.
note to self: there are better sources of protien than string cheese.
additional note: rice cakes? healthy. entire bag of rice cakes at once? not healthy.
but! effectively dealing with a problem is often just as good as doing the whole thing right from the beginning. i had basically made my appetite huge by feeding myself so much... so i drank lots of water. and didn't bring snacks for the train home, in which i usually Eat And Sit There. three of my blood sugars in the last two days have been well within my target range. this is small but real good news.
i even ate a smaller (read: unable to kill a small yak) portion at thanksgiving dinner. i actually got hungry again a few hours after the feast - go me. but i have to gorge every thanksgiving, so this time i gorged on late-night bad tv.
there's this dating show on MTV called Next - there's a dater and a van full of like 5 datees. the dater can say "next" to bump the person they're with and move on to someone else... somehow money is involved, i don't know.
regardless: i was surprised to see this kooky-looking dater heading up the show. she's [name], the leader of an indie rock band, and she's "sexually dominant" and "into kinky stuff". she's also wearing what looks like a blonde bob wig and a sleeveless dress with buckles down the front. and she's looking for women.
her datees: a girl with obviously fake boobs, a self-proclaimed "hippie chick," a girl wearing a tie (but it's just sort of on, like an afterthought, over a yellow tank top), a girl in a CBGB's shirt...
the first date: a cat shelter, where the dater and fake-boobs say lots of things about, and i quote, stroking pussies. shots of the other girls in the van show them giggling about FB's rack, then grabbing each other's tits - tie-girl gets pulled by her tie, oooh! FB gets eliminated for not having political views, the dater and CBGB-girl share a kiss in the van, FB reacts to being dumped ("she was totally gothic"), and the dater hands CBGB a whole bunch of PVC clothes and tells her to put them on. tagline into commercial: "will she have to crack her whip??"
i said it out loud and i'll blog it here: what kind of absurd non-porn is this?
i mean, it was definitely scripted. the girls all looked like out of work model/actresses. the show went to great lengths to set up hotttt situations, but the whole thing was so awkward... i was seriously waiting for a chick in hot pants to show up saying she was there to fix the cable.
sigh. i am so, so thankful for the east coast sometimes.
spending thanksgiving in the arctic tundra massachusetts.
i need to find a name for The Plan other than The Plan. my ironic tendency wants to call it the Great Leap Forward, but i'm not sure i'm really a fan...
regardless, i'm fairly proud of myself. history dictates that as soon as i publicly declare my intentions to eat-less-test-more, i will run off and eat everything i can find. which i did, for a few days, until i had the sense to realize that i felt awful.
note to self: there are better sources of protien than string cheese.
additional note: rice cakes? healthy. entire bag of rice cakes at once? not healthy.
but! effectively dealing with a problem is often just as good as doing the whole thing right from the beginning. i had basically made my appetite huge by feeding myself so much... so i drank lots of water. and didn't bring snacks for the train home, in which i usually Eat And Sit There. three of my blood sugars in the last two days have been well within my target range. this is small but real good news.
i even ate a smaller (read: unable to kill a small yak) portion at thanksgiving dinner. i actually got hungry again a few hours after the feast - go me. but i have to gorge every thanksgiving, so this time i gorged on late-night bad tv.
there's this dating show on MTV called Next - there's a dater and a van full of like 5 datees. the dater can say "next" to bump the person they're with and move on to someone else... somehow money is involved, i don't know.
regardless: i was surprised to see this kooky-looking dater heading up the show. she's [name], the leader of an indie rock band, and she's "sexually dominant" and "into kinky stuff". she's also wearing what looks like a blonde bob wig and a sleeveless dress with buckles down the front. and she's looking for women.
her datees: a girl with obviously fake boobs, a self-proclaimed "hippie chick," a girl wearing a tie (but it's just sort of on, like an afterthought, over a yellow tank top), a girl in a CBGB's shirt...
the first date: a cat shelter, where the dater and fake-boobs say lots of things about, and i quote, stroking pussies. shots of the other girls in the van show them giggling about FB's rack, then grabbing each other's tits - tie-girl gets pulled by her tie, oooh! FB gets eliminated for not having political views, the dater and CBGB-girl share a kiss in the van, FB reacts to being dumped ("she was totally gothic"), and the dater hands CBGB a whole bunch of PVC clothes and tells her to put them on. tagline into commercial: "will she have to crack her whip??"
i said it out loud and i'll blog it here: what kind of absurd non-porn is this?
i mean, it was definitely scripted. the girls all looked like out of work model/actresses. the show went to great lengths to set up hotttt situations, but the whole thing was so awkward... i was seriously waiting for a chick in hot pants to show up saying she was there to fix the cable.
sigh. i am so, so thankful for the east coast sometimes.