Twinsday was quickly re-established at the new job, made even better, I think, because I now work in Sarah’s neck of the woods. I think it would take me all of twelve minutes to drive to her house. This week we met at Ukrop’s, which has a great salad bar, which is a good thing, because yours truly is on a diet and is eating salads for lunch. Today was sheer torture. I mean, it’s not like it wasn’t hard enough two weeks ago, watching Sarah eat the fried chicken fingers. But this week was worse, because she bought the kids cupcakes for dessert, and herself an eclair. Me? I had a banana for dessert, which I forgot about, probably because I was thinking of how good the Ukrops bakery is. Oh, well. It’s not nearly as bad as it was when I quit smoking and couldn’t be around smokers. At least I know my urges are all mental, and not physical. Unless I’m really addicted to sweets. Hm.
I am down to two Cokes (12 oz. can) per day, one after breakfast, and one with dinner. I’m drinking water the rest of the day. The only non-healthy snack in the house is cinnamon graham crackers, 9g of sugar per serving. Oh, wait. There are Fudgesicles in the freezer, but that’s what I eat for dessert instead of chocolate. Two grams of fat and 60 calories, plus it tastes great.
Four days on the diet, and zero days on the exercise machine. But I’ll get there.
So I had a eureaka moment at work yesterday, and it panned out. I hadn’t realized until I saw it in a letter I sent to Ilyka, but this new job is even harder than I’d realized. I probably shouldn’t explain it to you the way I explained it to her, as I’d like to keep this job, but it’s kind of like the blind men and the elephant, and I’m one of the blind men trying to describe an elephant. Actually, I’d have to be only half-blind, because I do have a programming background, and years of interacting with geeks enough so that I speak fluent programmer and excellent engineer. And I know ALL of their quirks. Okay, not all. But a lot.
So this week, I’m finally making some headway into the uncharted waters (and they are uncharted, trust me). Manomanoman, though, there is a lot of code to documemnt.
“…because yours truly is on a diet and is eating salads for lunch.”
I missed that passage somehow. Do we get a closet vegan (or Vegan) in our ranks?
Excuse me, but when one is dieting, one needs to eat as little as one can possibly get away with during meals. For me, salad for lunch stops me from eating, say, corned beef, bread, potato chips, and maybe even follow it up with chocolate for dessert.
Closet vegan indeed.
You try my patience, sir.
I think your limit of two Cokes a day is exactly right.
Two two liter bottles a day ought to be enough except for holidays, celebrations, the reciept of good news, the reciept of bad news, or the worry about no news.
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I guess since it it so immoderate it will not getposted.