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Feb. 15th, 2005 11:32 am"Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves."
-- Albert Einstein
So, I guess I started my annual end of winter "I'm so fat its repulsive, better go on a diet" thing today. Which, for me, means writing down every single thing I eat into a little notebook with calories and such-like. I hate it. It seems so food obsessive, and generally, well, generally weird, but it makes me pay attention to what I'm eating and that's what it needs to do.
The funny part is, of course, that I didn't get to be a fat girl because I eat in that stereotypical fat girl way. Heck, I can't even eat an entire pint of Ben & Jerry's at one sitting. While I don't eat like a bird either, I do eat good food in reasonable amounts. The biggest problem is that my life is structured around sitting in chairs, and since I hate hate hate anything having to do with exercise (which never, ever has left me feeling 'good' or 'energized' or any of those positive things people say it should make you feel -- it only ever leaves me feeling clammy and dirty and a little shaky), my only option is to cut back dramatically on what and how much I eat. Plus, of course, its very hard to go to the gym when you're working from 830 am until 10 pm -- living indoors always has to take priority over health, I'm afraid.
So I make notes in this stupid little book, trying to hit the goal of 900 - 1100 calories a day without getting to a point at the end of the night where I'm starving and give up and go into the kitchen and just start eating whatever I can find to eat. *sigh*
I'm going to hate this.
In other news, my long-awaited camera phone arrived on Saturday, and its actually a piece of crap. When held in the hand, it feels very much like a phone that you might get after you put fifty cents in a very large gumball machine. Its going back, and I've resigned myself to the fact that I'm going to need to drop some money on a not-free phone and do this right.
At Jon and Anne's housewarming on Saturday we played a very cool game called Betrayal at House on the Hill. Although I am a confessed board game junkie, its only the second game ever (after Carcassonne) that I had to run out and buy the day after I played it. Now I'm patiently waiting for the UPS guy to bring it to me. One great thing about this game is that all the players are playing cooperatively for a certain period of time, until The Haunting begins. Then, one random player becomes The Traitor and gets to play all the monsters and execute a plan for defeating the rest of the party.
Fruit of the Internets:
Twisted Valentine Poems
There is one in particular in there that makes me think of
theresat, but I'll leave it to you to guess which one.
Q&A With Roger Ebert
[NY Times Link, Registration may be required]
At the risk of starting a meme, how would you answer the questions he answers?
Results of a survey done by R.O.B. Magazine and the London Financial Times to determine The World's Top 50 Corporate Logos (Introduction and 50-11) (10 - 1)
-- Albert Einstein
So, I guess I started my annual end of winter "I'm so fat its repulsive, better go on a diet" thing today. Which, for me, means writing down every single thing I eat into a little notebook with calories and such-like. I hate it. It seems so food obsessive, and generally, well, generally weird, but it makes me pay attention to what I'm eating and that's what it needs to do.
The funny part is, of course, that I didn't get to be a fat girl because I eat in that stereotypical fat girl way. Heck, I can't even eat an entire pint of Ben & Jerry's at one sitting. While I don't eat like a bird either, I do eat good food in reasonable amounts. The biggest problem is that my life is structured around sitting in chairs, and since I hate hate hate anything having to do with exercise (which never, ever has left me feeling 'good' or 'energized' or any of those positive things people say it should make you feel -- it only ever leaves me feeling clammy and dirty and a little shaky), my only option is to cut back dramatically on what and how much I eat. Plus, of course, its very hard to go to the gym when you're working from 830 am until 10 pm -- living indoors always has to take priority over health, I'm afraid.
So I make notes in this stupid little book, trying to hit the goal of 900 - 1100 calories a day without getting to a point at the end of the night where I'm starving and give up and go into the kitchen and just start eating whatever I can find to eat. *sigh*
I'm going to hate this.
In other news, my long-awaited camera phone arrived on Saturday, and its actually a piece of crap. When held in the hand, it feels very much like a phone that you might get after you put fifty cents in a very large gumball machine. Its going back, and I've resigned myself to the fact that I'm going to need to drop some money on a not-free phone and do this right.
At Jon and Anne's housewarming on Saturday we played a very cool game called Betrayal at House on the Hill. Although I am a confessed board game junkie, its only the second game ever (after Carcassonne) that I had to run out and buy the day after I played it. Now I'm patiently waiting for the UPS guy to bring it to me. One great thing about this game is that all the players are playing cooperatively for a certain period of time, until The Haunting begins. Then, one random player becomes The Traitor and gets to play all the monsters and execute a plan for defeating the rest of the party.
Fruit of the Internets:
Twisted Valentine Poems
There is one in particular in there that makes me think of
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Q&A With Roger Ebert
[NY Times Link, Registration may be required]
At the risk of starting a meme, how would you answer the questions he answers?
Results of a survey done by R.O.B. Magazine and the London Financial Times to determine The World's Top 50 Corporate Logos (Introduction and 50-11) (10 - 1)