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For something far more important than any diet, see below. Meanwhile,

Breakfast: Yoplait 100

2 mugs of coffee doused with HH 160

Lunch: Raw hot dog furtively consumed behind a computer screen at the college 170

grapes 80

Dinner: WW something or other 280

canteloupe 100

can green beans 60

BreathSavers and fudgcicle 120

TOTAL: 1080

EXERCISE: It was raining, I swear!

OPTIMISM: 9

HUNGER: 7

MAIN BITCH: feeling trapped in a cage

LITTLE VOICE: You're a fool.

And now, may I present Molly Rebecca Motew: ain't she sweet?

love,

Grandma Madonna

Breakfast: Wallaby yogurt 140
one mug coffee with giant HH 100



Lunch: one hot dog 170

one slice toast 100

ketchup 60

grapes 80



Din: LC chicken with spinach, kind of nasty 280
one slice toast 100
grapes 60
BreathSavers 60

Fudgcicle 60



TOTAL: 1210

OPTIMISM: 9

HUNGER: 8

MAIN BITCH: can't plan trip on five-day Columbus Day weekend because of commitment to diet.

LITTLE VOICE: It's not working.
love,
Sleek Up the Creek

Okay, so it's not a huge loss. A pound and a half. Part of me is disappointed. But I already know from experience that it works this way. And hey. This is a case study. If it shows that I can't lose weight, then that's what it shows. What I really hate is when somebody tries to tell you why it doesn't seem to be working. Oh well, you're drinking diet soda. That could be why. AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! Enough of this. Yaaaay, I am a pound and a half lower than I was a week ago (two pounds lower than that day I illegally weighed myself....)



Breakfast: Greek yogurt 110

Coffee with HH 160



Lunch: one raw hot dog (my students were appalled) 170

extra large bunch of grapes 120

The whole thing made me kind of sick. Since I forgot to buy ham this week, I will have to have the same thing again on Wednesday.



Din:

WW Santa Fe Rice and Beans 300

delicious can of corn 220

Crisp Empire apple 60



BreathSavers 60

Fudgcicle 60



TOTAL: 1360

EXERCISE: 2 mile easy walk

OPTIMISM: 8

HUNGER: 8.5

MAIN BITCH: lonely and meaningless life without food

LITTLE VOICE SAYS: It's not working.

love,

Mrs. Sprat on the Lo-Fat

I gots to tell you, dear reader, I'm getting a little sick of these. But tomorrow is my weigh-in day and I'm excited for that. Plus the grapes at Hannaford's this week are superb, as mentioned earlier, so that is consoling me. Plus the new thrill of fudgcicles. 21 days to go.

Breakfast: Greek yogurt 110
Coffee with HH 160

Lunch: LC hunan beef, or as I call it, hyena beef or human beef 260
grapes 100
fudgcicle 60

Din: WW Santa Fe rice and beans--best of brand--300
Big Pile of Stuff, including one can green beans 70
watermelon 100 (I think)
Big Dollop of Paul Newman's (RIP) raspberry vinaigrette 100
(Burl Ives played the Big Dollop role in Catfood on a Hot Tin Roof)

Breath Savers 60 or more

Let's count this up and see if I have room for one more fudgie before bed. 1320--YES!
TOTAL: 1380
EXERCISE: rain today, no exercise, such a luxury
OPTIMISM: 10 (but nervous for tomorrow)
HUNGER: pretty high
MAIN BITCH: Life seems dull.
love,
Skinny Ginny

This is what I wanted to have at the movies tonight. But I did not.

We saw BRIGHT STAR, an "art" film. It was beautiful and artistic and I applaud the making of it. But boy oh boy, could I imagine some people I know not liking it. The actor who plays John Keats is very cute, so it was enjoyable all around.

Breakfast: Greek yogurt 110
2 coffees with mucho HH 160

Lunch: WW chicken parmesan--not too bad except the chicken tastes like a foam rubber mattress. 290
one slice toast 100 (don't ask)
grapes 60

Hurried dinner before the movies: LC penne pollo (best of brand) 300
sprinkling of grated parmesan 80

Snack after the movies: 2 fudgcicles 120
Breathsavers 60
TOTAL: 1280
EXERCISE: walk around Gates Pond with friend--solve world problems but not my own
OPTIMISM: 10
HUNGER: intense
MAIN BITCH: none today, fun at a yard sale
Love,
Curvy Minervy

Ah, a tender stalk of luscious celery, bursting with the taste of PRETTY MUCH JUST WATER AND ALSO THAT GARDEN-Y TASTE THAT ISN'T A BIT SATISFYING! Not only that, all those little watery underground strings get caught in your teeth like green dental floss.

It's a very bad bad bad idea to get on the scale when you're on a plan like this one. The body has its own mysterious way of doing things. It's plotting and scheming about how to keep its weight, for one thing. It's not going to give anything up until it has to.

What I'm trying to say is, I did the bad bad bad thing today and got on the scale. Official weigh-in is on Monday, but I got on today. I'm a half pound more than when I started, dear reader. I'm trying to take it in stride. It means nothing. It's a weird hormonal fluke. I'm not going postal. I'm not out on my roof yelling SOMEONE MUST DIE!

Breakfast: Stonyfield Yogurt 130
2 big mugs of coffee and half-and-half dollops 160

Lunch: Weight Watchers Angel Hair Pasta--not my favorite--230
Slice of toast--- 100

Dinner: Lean Cuisine penne pollo or whatever the fk it is 330
Big Pile of Stuff, including can of green beans 70
canteloupe and honeydew medley 150
Dollop of Paul Newman's raspberry vinagrette, may he rest in peace 100
Breath Savers 60 (at least)

TOTAL: 1330
EXERCISE: 10 miles hard jogging HAHAHAHA just wanted to see if you were paying attention
2 miles up heartbreak hill walking
OPTIMISM: 9
HUNGER: not too bad
MAIN BITCH: Salad dressing should not count.

Yeah, right. I'm still highly motivated, so this picture does nothing to me. NOTHING, I TELL YOU!
Here's what I'd rather have:

Let's hear that again: YEAH, RIGHT!

Breakfast: Libertee Yogurt: 250 calories! Yikes! This stuff is wicked delicious, though.

2 big mugs of coffee with half and half dollops----my favorite writing drink 160

Lunch: one jumbo hot dog --- 180
grapes ----- 100
string cheese ---- 80

Dinner: WW scummy frozen entree with some kind of vegetable strips that are hard to chew and may break one of my crowns: 260
one can of peas --- 210 and YUMMY----mushy mushy mushy
Dear reader, you are getting a full dose of my low-class eating habits. You don't think I'm going to cook, do you?
BreathSavers: 60 (at least)
TOTAL: 1300

EXERCISE: 2-mi easy walk
OPTIMISM: 10
HUNGER: inching higher
love,
Svelta from the Delta

Here's a nice picture of what I won't be having for the next few weeks--Eggs Benedict.
I am hungry, but okay. The thing I don't like is not having anything to look forward to. Now would be a good time to get totally into nail care or crosswords. Of course I'm always into crosswords, so that's nothing special. Here's today's report.

Breakfast:
Greek Yogurt (never heard of it but it's pretty good) 120
One big cup of coffee with giant dollop of half and half 80
200 total

Lunch:
Weight Watchers sweet & sour chicken--okay-- 300
grapes, 1 cup 80
one string cheese 80

460 total

Dinner:
Lean Cuisine hunan beef something or other--not bad -- 260
Big Pile of Stuff, including
one can green beans 60
mixed fruit 100
big dollop of raspberry vinaigrette on top (this is the Dollop Diet) 100

520 Total

Extras: Breath Savers 60

TOTAL FOR DAY: 1240 (a bit low--I should drive out to get a popcicle, but too tired)
EXERCISE: hard walk up Heartbreak Hill by horse farm 2 miles
OPTIMISM QUOTIENT: 10
HUNGER: Quite hungry, wondering how I'm going to make it 26 more days.
love from the fat farm,
becky

Breakfast:
Yoplait yogurt ---- 180 cals
2 cups coffe w/half and half --160 cals (I pour on the white stuff)

340 cals

Lunch:
2 slices deli ham --200 cals (this may be high)
one string cheese -- 80
Bunch of grapes, approx. one cup--- 60

340 cals

Dinner:
Lean Cuisine -- 330
can green beans -- 60
dollop of raspberry vinaigrette -- 100
bunch of grapes -- 60
mixed fruit -- 100
650 cals

TOTAL: 1330
I plan to have a 70 calorie fudgcicle. PLUS I learned today that those little BreathSaver goobers, you know the ones? I thought they were zero calories. They are FIVE EACH. I consume at least one pack a day and probably closer to two. At max that is another 120, bringing me to 1520 on the day. Not bad.

EXERCISE: 2 miles walking
OPTIMISM QUOTIENT: 10 out of 10----BRING IT, BABY!
HUNGER: Very High but see Optimism Quotient

Okay then, here we go. I am sick of addressing the scale. The little bastard.



I am taking charge.



I am making a plan.



Ten pounds need to be gone. If those pounds are listening, they should be very afraid.



Here's how I'm going to do it. I start tomorrow, Monday. I weigh myself on Mondays. 1500 calores a day, give or take. I'm not going to be obsessive about it and set myself up for failure. What I am going to do is use this blog to motivate myself. Every day I am going to post what passes my lips (as my mother used to say). Anything I eat or drink has to be divulged. No lying. I promise.

1500 calores and two miles of walking. Wine allowed once a week in moderation. Those are the rules. This will be a four-week endeavor. A four-week blitz. Either I will lose the weight or I will lose some of the weight or I will have the mean=spirited pleasure of proving that all this dieting bullshit we read everywhere is wrong. Are we ready, dear reader?

What always kills me is restaurant eating. I think I have successfully gotten rid of any potential restaurant outings. There are no parties coming up and no events that I can think of.

We will call my weight X for now. We start tomorrow. This picture was taken today and you can't really see the fleshy part of me, but it is there.





Tune in tomorrow, dear reader.

We'll see how it goes.

...where Red Sox pitchers are showing their stuff and the wild card looks do-able.

.....where the Patriots are 1-0 and Coach B finally has a good haircut (shown here asking Tom Brady if he thinks anyone on the squad is wearing too much cologne).

Don't you just know the opposing players are thinking one thing----KNEE! GO FOR THE KNEE!

....where it is not New York and people do not go around looking like this Custer Barcelona model. Like all fashion models, this guy is pissed off and angry. If he had a blunt object in his hand, he would use it. His clothes say one thing (happy! screwball! jolly!) but his face says another (death! mutilation! psychic horror!) I'm thinking of that old show where the guy said "dy-no-MITE!" except this guy really means it.


....where no one would be caught dead in a hat like this. This woman is being paid ten dollars an hour not to appear outside any psych ward or detox center window. She is of course angry and pissed off the way she should be. Her friend below is especially angry, and who wouldn't be in her position? Both hats are from the Erin Featherston

collection for spring and I affectionately call the last one Evil Incarnate. Thanks to the Boston Globe. I've had a fashion epiphany, dear reader. I saw one of the older, very respected female professors the other day--wearing jeans!!!! Oh, I am sorely tempted. I'll keep you posted.
Carpe the fun.
love,
becky

It was a wonderful birthday. I had a lovely lunch yesterday and will have another lovely lunch tomorrow and this evening, darling Maeve enjoyed several several hilarious games of Grandma Locked in the Closet (I don't think Maeve should mention anything about Grandma being in the closet, do you?). I even got to have a fun discussion of Broadway shows and which one to pick for a high school production. Don't do Oklahoma!! Don't do South Pacific! Yuck and double yuck!


Right now before I call it a day, I have that nice sick dyspeptic feeling of being about to throw up that only comes from too many slices of rich chocolate cake. We also had pizza and antipasto and meatball subs. It makes me think good thoughts such as WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

One of my guests also asked that question. I heard this guest scream when he went upstairs to the bathroom. I forgot I had started to clean out the medicine cabinet.




It looks somewhat disarrayed.












Here is a better look.

I don't know. I'm comfortable with a little mess, I guess. I didn't know I owned this much makeup.






Some people have no room to talk. Some people are weird fanatics.


Anyway, I am going to bed.
Good night, dear reader. I will be ready to start a new year tomorrow. Right now I am treasuring the old one and thankful for the happiness I have had.
love,
becky

That is what a student said about the life expectancy of a character in a movie. And so that is officially the first blooper of the season, dear reader.



I am predictably exhausted and pretty much have my nose buried in a book or a paper at all times.

This girl in Renoir's Young Girl Reading is a bit younger than I am. [HACK HACK. COUGH COUGH.]

Girl Reading by Albert Anker is serious and even looks slightly appalled, as I sometimes do.

Matisse's Interior with a Young Girl Reading catches my eye. I like her air of resignation and her ambition in tackling those big tomes.

And finally, I want to be this Girl Reading by Fritz Skade. She is absorbed, at ease, and comfortable. Again a bit younger than I [HACK HACK HACK PHLEGM ATTACK], but whatever.

Uh oh, I was busted on that photo. So here's Picasso's Woman Reading. It almost looks like Octopus Reading.

Be Here Now. A bientot

love,becky