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In a few hours David, Diana and I will be heading over to Treasure Island to assault our ears with fabulous music from the likes of DJ Shadow, Thievery Corp, and Kinky. I am totally fine with this, and, in fact, support it 100%.

This morning I woke up and did my 25 minutes of weight lifting, 33 minutes of elliptical, and then - because I was feeling that ambitious - did 25 minutes of pilates. I have a feeling that my abs will revolt against me tomorrow and I will hardly be able to stand.

On the plus side, I can now go 3 miles in 33 minutes on the elliptical. That's pretty darn nifty in my book.

This afternoon I also tried my hand at making an omelette. I've never made an omelette before, but figured it couldn't be THAT hard. After looking up instructions online (how did we survive before the internet? I mean really. Next I'm going to look up how to tie my shoes, just in case I forget one morning. I could happen) I prepped my food and made an attempt.

Damn thing totally fell apart.

However, it was insanely tasty and I will definitely try my hand at them again. It also had 50 grams of protein. That's AWESOME.

Want to know something funny? Of course you do, you're reading my livejournal after all. So back when I was fat and unhealthy, I never craved candy bars. I would have them now and then, but I could pass them up easy. I could walk by the rows upon rows of them at walgreens and grocery stores and never feel their pull or hear their siren song. Vending machines never had me digging through my pockets for change or tearing apart my backpack in search of one more nickel. In the past month, though, I have become a slave to chocolate. At first I thought I could justify it by only buying the GOOD stuff - the dark chocolate that was sinful, that had a past, even a reputation. You know, the kind that was expensive so that means I wouldn't buy it as often. After a week I was buying midnight milkyways and hiding them in my backpack, shamed of what I was eating, gnawing away at the chocolate like a squirrel, nervously looking up to see if anybody had spotted me, keeping a keen eye out for predators.

Of course, my weight has gone up this month. Hooray. So much so, that it's getting hard to fit into my jaw dropping dress that I will be wearing in Vegas next month.

I'm not giving up chocolate because it's physically unhealthy (in small doses, dark chocolate is actually good for you), but rather because it's something that I can't control. I have a horrible vision of me grubbing quarters at the bus stop just so I can get a few nickel bars of hershey's chocolate. Today marks my third day with none of the chocolatey goodness.

Right now, I want chocolate so bad I am just thanking god no one is going to ask me "what would you do for a Klondike bar?" because bloodshed may result.

I am choosing to think of this more as an experiment than anything else. I want to see what effects time with out chocolate will have on my weight and mental state. And, because I am either just insane or possibly merely masochistic, I am also giving up soda this week as well - yes, even diet soda. Once again, it's more of an experiment than OMG SODA IS EEEEEEEEVIL! I just want to see how a week or two or three might effect my body.

Just to let you all know, I'll be going to Vegas for my birthday weekend (october 12 - 14). Carolyn, we need to connect because if there's a chance of seeing you, I would totally come a day early if you have time (and a place for me to sleep....)! Please let me know how your schedule looks and I can modify mine (tickets have not yet been purchased).

So there you go folks. Tomorrow morning I meet with my advisor and we'll have a little coffee pow-wow down in the mission. I am freaking out over my writing because I'm allowing it to become too big of an issue for me to tackle. I just need to sit back and have some fun, and not let my workshop instructor (as wonderful and amazing as she is) intimidate me. I AM good, I don't CARE if this is the first draft my cohorts will get, it WILL be blood on a page.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Every once in a while I try to make an omelet. Mainly because they are delicious and I love them like burning. They fail with varying degrees of failness. But once I made the perfect omelet. It flipped. It was filled with cheese and green peppers. And it was fantastic. It's the memory of that omelet that keeps my omelet attempts going. If I can just figure out how I did it that one time then I will know the secret to omelet making. And that's my omelet story. Also? Went and saw Shoot 'em up with my dad for my bday and it was fantastic. Exactly what it says on the tin.
My movie viewing has gone down drastically since Ben left. I need a new movie buddy. Kevin's great and all *waves at Kevin* but he doesn't have the same motivation to go out and see a movie.

Also, the nearest movie theater to us is in the burbs and is WORSE than Brooklyn Regal. The burbs out here suck balls.

I so want to see Shoot em up though. Because clive owen? love.
Clive Owen is love. Clive Owen shooting people while carrying a baby? Genius.
What WOULD you do for a Dark Chocolate Klondike Bar?

Pretend its a KOLONDike bar and that should help.
OMG, an MFA program is expecting you to be creative? THE AUDACITY!

I'm a seasoned "omlette" "chef" (HA) and my omlettes usually fall apart too, mainly because I try to put too much in them (if I have onions, mushrooms, spinach, bell peppers, chilis, and cheese in the fridge, they will all end up in there. Plus, since I usually eat them in the morning before a run, I'll often throw brown rice or potato slices in because my run goes much better with a carbohydrate kick, not to mention the carbohydrates keep me satiated longer). It doesn't matter, though, it still tastes the same, right? Riiiiiight?

BTW, I've gotten very little done this week, and I place much of the blame on you. ;-) That's right. You made the mistake of telling me about the Half of Me blog, and what have I been doing all week instead of reading about prehistoric Asia/Pacific agriculture and working on lab procedures to deal with my soil samples? I've been READING THE ENTIRE ARCHIVES (okay, so I'll admit that I've had a few other distractions, too). Luckily I'm almost through. But yeah, she's a great writer, and she's got a really good head on her shoulders, staying amazingly sane about something that tends to induce mass hysteria (and not to sound brown-nosey or anything, but that's one of the things that has really impressed me about you as well). Usually I stay the hell away from blogs devoted completely to weight-loss because they make me start panicking about my perfectly normal-sized body, but this one is totally different, for some reason. While she's lost a lot of weight, her largest accomplishments are clearly intangible. But yes, thank you for the link.
And I almost forgot...you must post about how awesome Thievery Corporation (and others, of course, too) was.
that would be so awesome if you could come early! I'll have a room at the Paris hotel for the 9th through the 14th, give or take checkout time, and assuming i'll make the reservations..... We can go strip hopping! I haven't made any arrangements yet...I suppose I should be doing that.