Day Six: The Weekend

Sure, you go and develop a routine during the week only to have to face the weekend, when you are forced to, with both excitement and trepidation, break said routine. I knew I could not eat one more omelette this morning, not because I did't want to eat it so much as I didn't want to make it. It's a production every morning. This was also "the morning after" the card game, and traditionally I don't get much sleep and feel like *#&$@($#. Unlike most other carb-laden morning afters, though I didn't feel that bad. I was able to get up, get with Ruby and get going. Got my haircut (lost another pound there) and generally got on with the day. It was hard to understand what I was going to eat. SoBe lists "Foods You Can Enjoy" and "Foods You Should Avoid." The former looked very big at the outset, but now looks like the menu at a resturant in Ireland during the Potato Famine: Potato Soup, Potato Pie, Potato Pudding. I'm trying not let it get to me—just 8 days to Phase Two.

Breakfast:
Two Hard Boiled Eggs
Smoked Salmon with Lemon
Tea
1 Cheese Stick

Snack:
30 Cashews
15 Almonds
Celery Stick with Laughing Cow Cheese Wedge in it

Lunch:
Roll Mop of Ham, Lettuce and Fat-Free American Cheese
Pickles
(Aileen I think coined the phrase "Roll Mop." I forget why but it is an evolution of "roll-up" when you roll the meat and cheese in carpet-like circle.

Dinner:
Tenderloin Steak Tip
Black Beans
Asparagus

Dessert
Ricotta Cheese/Cocoa


Around lunch time, I was starting to think that all food has lost its flavor. My roll mops were tasting like old wax lips. This morning it was hard because I was making Ruby a cream-cheese bagel (she wanted a second one BTW) and I was eating my lonely lox. I again realized that half of my weight comes from eating what Ruby leaves over, stuff I ordinarily don't eat—like her peanut butter and jelly crusts, chicken nugget leftovers, nacho plate rejects, and so on. I got her a donut to tide her over while I dragged her to the Barber shop (read: bad parent) and she offered me a bite which I almost took before I wisened up.
It's also hard not to taste things I'm making for her, like pasta and rice—or licking my finger after I do same.

I had some romantic feelings for Pizza today. Maybe we'll see each other again, not like we did, but you know, be friends.