Necessary Mutilation

Weight: 206.9 lbs.

Alright, this isn’t funny anymore! I’m going to write this fast so I can go eat a soft egg or fifty. Yesterday at work I was sure that I wasn’t going to make it, and each time I opened my “munchie” drawer to grab a drink or the makings of a shake, I was sure I couldn’t resist the peanuts and other stuff stashed in there too. Actually, it is probably a good thing that I was crazy busy and didn’t have time to think or munch, as I might have dove in. Instead, I had brought a thermos of frozen shake (strawberry with fruity crystal light) and drank this through the day, and then ran to the community fridge for my skim milk, and later made a cup of cinnamon bun flavored shake from a single serve packet of fusion shakes.

The stuff I brought was comical to try and get out of the thermos, as I think I had added too much ice and it had congealed in the container, and was hard to pour and even harder to dig out. This must have burned several calories right there. And precious time.

The packet ‘o shake went better and mixed smoothly even without the benefit of a blender. It was tasty too.

But, on the drive home, I felt very depressed about getting home late and weary, and not having the solace of a nice dinner to look forward to. I did have the remainder of yesterdays cream of chicken (fat free, but high sodium) soup, which was a lot since I only had sips of it yesterday. It did help with both body and head hunger some, but if I could have traded it for something solid and crunchy and filling, I surely would have. This really is torturous and there is part of me that thinks that someone with a mean streak must have been who came up with this pouch test thing.

But, trudging on, in the evening, I made a chocolate shake as dessert for my soup dinner, and finally blended it to the right texture, and ate it with a spoon so that it felt more like food than a liquid. My previous shakes I attempted this with, but they had the consistency of slush, and weren’t as fun to eat.

Now I am so excited about an egg, and perhaps some cottage cheese and other “delicacies” later, I could shriek with joy. So, let me get of this @#8*! computer and go whip something mushy and satisfying up for breakfast before I eat my keyboard!