3 Months Later...

My three month probation for work has ceased and I am now a regular employee. Yay. It's great to have a regular paycheck again but I'm still thinking of going back to school. I can't finish my history degree because that would just be suicide in our economy that is laying off teachers left and right. I am thinking of the medical assist path since I read an article that the profession is expected to rise 37 percent in the next few years. I have no idea what I want to do...I just need something where I can make a decent wage to sustain myself. Short blog update but it's better than nothing I guess.

Day Four....Insert Rocky Theme

I woke up this morning determined to eat breakfast and it was a smart move. I ate a bagel and fat free cream cheese for 2 points total (take into account that it is a thin ass bagel and expensive since it is weight watcher friendly). Upon reflection, I think I should have eaten an apple or banana with it just to balance it out - but I'm never starving in the morning anyway.

Yet again - no yoga. Damn my lazy ass.

Lunch was interrupted by a phone call about a job interview! I was so excited that I didn't realize I would be skipping lunch...until about ten minutes before I walked out the door. I was freaking starving too. I think the hunger pains made me giddy in the interview and the Human Resource lady confused it with happiness. MISTAKE! But after I broke the sound barrier speeding home I ate a Smart One - LOOOOVe the pasta one, it's only 5 or 6 points. And if you combine it with a big salad with fat free Italian dressing no additional points.

Dinner was a strained affair since there was fighting in the house...but I prevailed and stuck to my diet. Woo Woo. I ate my left overs from the night before. 4 ounces of (sounds ridiculously small but it was filling over all) lean turkey breast, steamed broccoli and cauliflower, with half cup of mashed potatoes with 2 tbs of McCormick Brown Gravy mix. Needless to say it was delicious. And I can't believe I actually had to measure my food out with a weighing scale and measuring cups.

Desert, you ask? A skinny cow. Ohhh yeah.

Day One...Food Nazi and Suicidal Day Dreams

Day One: The Food Nazi has arrived this morning. Laying in wait, I found him in the living room in place of my older brother. Benjamin has left for the duration of the diet and in his place? Rear Admiral Food Nazi.

In place of breakfast I chose to go back to sleep. Mmmmmm. I feel full. Pfft. Lunch consisted of a 2 cups Cheerios, 1 cup milk, and dash of Splenda (gross stuff). I told my brother I was hungry and he thought up the cereal idea since we actually haven't gone grocery shopping yet. He then told me the measuring cup was in the sink and I was like WTF? Yes, we have to actually measure out the Cheerios and Milk. I immediately pictured myself barricaded in a closet eating a giant bowl of cereal. Suicide by over-eating. Gross. We need to cut up bags of veggies to snack on, otherwise I'm sure to murder someone.

I've also been ordered to choose a yoga/Pilates exercise video. My nieces will probably join me on this little adventure as if it's not embarrassing enough. So Day 1 of Operation Humiliation is underway.