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10 pounds down 32 pounds to go!

Monday, June 11, 2007

"I'm pretty spry for a corpse."

one of the things i like best about being home is the radio. when i'm in maine, i listen to cd's and books on tape and pretty much anything that isn't local radio. stephen king's station, fm 103, is the only worthwhile station but they've never played marky mark and the funky bunch. at 8 am on a sunday morning good vibrations is a religious experience. we had a pretty fabulous time in NH. we saw my sister cuddle rosie the boa constrictor at my nephew's birthday party and we ate more pizza, ice cream and cake than i ever really want to see again. i sort of can't believe that i didn't gain anything while we were gone. we ate pizza for three meals, half a donzen donuts and stopped for ice cream twice not counting the birthday party food. it was a trainwreck, nutritionally speaking, but it was so much fun to just do whatever. 'course this week is all about not spending money on groceries so it'll be a creative pantry protein party at my house. beans beware!

i did a ton of shopping while i was home because that's what i do. i buy. maybe it's my sorry ass reasoning skills. actually i got some very good deals. i'm the proud new owner of a kitchen food processor, retail 169.99 and all mine for 75 bucks. and since i realllllly didn't need it, i have to make a point of using it every single day. or something. i'm hoping it'll help improve my bread baking. it's a skill i'd very much like to master and i just can't seem to get it right. argh.

the one weird thing that happened is that my dad has finally noticed that i've been losing weight. my sister has been noticing all along and it seemed weird to me that my dad hadn't, if only because they're both obsessed with dieting (not me though, with the daily blog. i'm not obsessed. ahem.). this weekend he must've said something three times and it started to get a little strange. when i'm away i forget how obsessed he is with weight and food. he has a heart attack when he thinks i don't eat something (meat, egg yolks, meat) but at the same time he's critical about everyone's weight. that's why i think he's never been very successful with losing his own weight. he used to make these huge breakfasts and he'd be genuinely pissed off if you didn't everything. but every article of clothing he's ever bought me has been an extra large because that's how he thinks of us. his extra large children. he wants things both ways, like most people do. it pisses me off that the only time i remember my dad saying he was proud of me is because i lost thirty pounds. and yet he still doesn't respect my choices. maybe if i lose the rest he'll get his head out of his ass.

6 comments:

Rachel C. said...

Thanks for the mixed messages, Dad.

That would be so frustrating.

I'm jealous of all the pizza you had last weekend...oh wait, I guess I ate pizza last weekend as well, so I shouldn't be jealous. Well, I guess I'm jealous of my past self for eating pizza, because it sounds really good right now. tee hee

pastgirl said...

I have a similarly twisted up relationship w/ my mother re: food & weight. And, come to think of it, I had a different kind of twisted up weight isssue thing with my father, but he died over twenty years ago – not that those issues did, though...

TĂȘtue said...

Family can be such a pain sometimes.

I'm jealous of all the pizza and delicious eating. I always say I love pizza, but then 9 times out of 10 I'm disappointed when I finally eat it. I'll have to bear that in mind the next time I think I want to go off the deep end.

Sugarcrook said...

I was so annoyed when The Bridge was sold. Easily the best radio station in Maine and probably the east coast.

Amy said...

wow, i thought you were dead.

Sugarcrook said...

Nah, just really swamped lately.