Today's Snarfage

As always, here's the boring food list...and the utter hilarity that follows. Two words: 90210 parody (the Andrea Zuckerman imitation? GOLD.)

I think even after only two days of being good about writing down my food, I can see clearly that I have a massive sweet tooth (well, I always knew that) that I try to satiate with fruit. Fruit is good for me, yes, but also high in sugar. I am majorly lacking in veggies. Must work on this from here on out. Two servings of veg a day.

Brekkie:

1 c. Kashi Go Lean with 1/4 c. blueberries - 4 pts (26 remain)
1 medium iced coffee with skim and sweet n low - 1 pt (25)

Lunch:

Healthy Choice chicken noodle soup cup - 3 pts (22)
1 c. sliced strawberries and blueberries - 2 pts (20)
100 cal oreos - 2 pts (18)

Snackage:

Apple - 2 pts (16)
Sugar free pudding - 1 pt (15)
4 Twizzlers - 2 pts (13)

Dinnah:

Made a REAL dinner tonight! Too bad I ate way too much of it. Need to estimate on points here...

"Healthy" American chopped suey (whole wheat rotini, lean ground turkey burger, stewed canned tomatoes), um, a big bowl...

Why not just give it the whole 13 points? That doesn't help the fact that I caved and had more 100 cal cookies for "dessert," so I'm in the hole minus 2 on the day. Sucky.

Okay, well enough of that bullcrap. Onto the hilarity:

Worst Fat Fear

I've never really been skeert of the things that fat chicks are stereotypically afraid of. I don't mind hitting the gym in my tight running pants, I am pretty comfortable in just about any social situation, I don't tend to think everyone I see is staring at me...and I know that in actuality, a lot of other fat girls aren't afraid of these things either. But generally speaking, these are the stereotypes. The one I do fall into is the "constant tugging at clothes" thing.

Every time I get up from my desk, or the couch, or the table, or the bar, or wherever, I immediately go tugging on my shirt or yanking up my pants, desperate to make sure there is no stray flab showing. I need to come up with some sort of aversion therapy to break this habit.

But the one thing that keeps me up at night? The thought of showing up from the neck down on the news at night in one of those news stories on all the ways fat people are ruining America.

How do they even get that footage, anyway? Do they send some poor cameraman out on the street on a Fatty Hunt? Actually, that sounds kind of fun. Too bad the notion of heading out there with a camera to shoot people from the neck down without their knowing so their big, fat, guts will scare America into eating right is so tremendously creepy.