165
Today, for the first time in four years, I weighed in at 165 pounds. I weigh myself on Mondays so I'll have to behave over the weekend. There's nothing worse than having to spend Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday starving yourself to make up for a cupcakey Saturday and Sunday.
I'm all proud of myself, feeling really (ahem) lean, and then I hang out with Nicholas. Sweet little Nicholas. I took him to the dog park, then to Blockbuster to rent Nintendo Wii games. He tired of those after an hour or two. While he was playing videogames I was in the kitchen making soup. So he comes in and asks if he can cook me a surprise.
Isn't that sweet? It was kind of hard for him to keep it a secret, though, since I had to help him find everything.
He scrambled some eggs ("You have to keep stirring them, moving them around," he explained) and then became extremely disappointed when I didn't have a key ingredient.
"What?"
"Weenies."
"Wheaties?"
"No. Weenies."
Uh, yeah not so much. So I heated up some leftover black bean chili for him, which he grudgingly accepted as a substitute.
I was feeling okay about the calories in this unexpected 5:00 meal. Then he made me get out the toaster. So now I will have to avoid eating for the rest of the day. But it was pretty tasty and he was awfully proud of himself.
Today he asked if I was going to go to the school down the road. So I had to tell him that I didn't get into UCLA. "So you're going away?" I told him I wouldn't know for sure until his birthday, which is in May. I know I'm going to have to tell him before then, but I'm holding out for April.
I'm all proud of myself, feeling really (ahem) lean, and then I hang out with Nicholas. Sweet little Nicholas. I took him to the dog park, then to Blockbuster to rent Nintendo Wii games. He tired of those after an hour or two. While he was playing videogames I was in the kitchen making soup. So he comes in and asks if he can cook me a surprise.
Isn't that sweet? It was kind of hard for him to keep it a secret, though, since I had to help him find everything.
He scrambled some eggs ("You have to keep stirring them, moving them around," he explained) and then became extremely disappointed when I didn't have a key ingredient.
"What?"
"Weenies."
"Wheaties?"
"No. Weenies."
Uh, yeah not so much. So I heated up some leftover black bean chili for him, which he grudgingly accepted as a substitute.
I was feeling okay about the calories in this unexpected 5:00 meal. Then he made me get out the toaster. So now I will have to avoid eating for the rest of the day. But it was pretty tasty and he was awfully proud of himself.
Today he asked if I was going to go to the school down the road. So I had to tell him that I didn't get into UCLA. "So you're going away?" I told him I wouldn't know for sure until his birthday, which is in May. I know I'm going to have to tell him before then, but I'm holding out for April.
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