Tuesday night we had out monthly meeting for work. Dean actually accompanied me to this meeting, since our truck broke down on the way there. These meeting have never once gone without being accompanied by food, but I was completely startled to find that it wasn't the normal pizza or sandwiches and chips... instead it was chicken and salad!!!! Dean got a plate for me, but I refused it because I had already consumed my lean and green meal for the day, so he scarfed it down instead. It just felt really great that these people are making healthy choices available. Cake was also included, and I have always been offered cake, but this time (due to it being the anniversary of our company being in business) the cake was cut, and placed on every one's desk, but mine. I have lived the laws of the diet so strictly, that now my friends and employers at work, know my standards of what I consume, and no longer offer me the temptations. That felt good.
At our meeting, I was requested to have a professional photo taken for marketing on our website, the last one I took was me at my highest at 245, in 2012. The joke of the night was that I needed to submit a new one, because I don't look the same at all. They want the photo within a month, but I really want to do a new one when I join the centennial club!
Last Sunday Dean called his mom, and was allowed to speak to his Uncle who were their redoing her house. His Uncle invited us out to dinner when they were going to be here Friday night. Dean told him we were on a diet and his response was "Good! You can break your diet, we'll take you out!" On Thursday night, Dean's cousin called and told us where we would meet up, Container Park. It's a cute little promenade complete with ma and pa shops, and plenty of dining spots. Dean's cousin had specifically mentioned a BBQ place. I had never been to Container Park, so I began to do my research, with the goal of finding something that was on plan to consume, at each place. This goal was 99% met. I found plan-approved items at every place, except for the Mexican place. Well, Friday arrived, as well as his family. They all decided to go to.... yup... the Mexican place. I gave Dean a look of Horror and Terror that resembeled the thought process of "THERE IS NOTHING ON PLAN HERE! I WEIGH IN ON MONDAY!!!I'M GOING TO DIE!" Dean told me to just shut up and eat it. I ordered, a singular chicken taco, everyone else had lingua tacos (cow tongue), they were incredibly small, so I hope that not much damage was done by eating this singular taco. They also tried to get me to eat Mexican corn (which I had already told them that I am not currently eating corn), but I didn't eat any. After the Mexican food escapade, everyone decided to head for the ice cream shop. You can imagine my relief when the cute little ice cream dude informed the family that they were out of liquid nitrogen for the night, and consequently, they were out of ice cream. The cute little ice cream dude offered popsicles in place of the ice cream, everyone but Dean and I accepted. These people tried really hard to get me to consume the ice cream pops, but Dean and I both stood firm, and told them that we won't eat ice cream (Dean's a diabetic, remember?) Dean explained that the ice cream/ popsicles that they were trying to get us to consume was nothing but sugar, and so we would have to respectively decline. Eating the taco made me realize how much I miss eating "regular foods" the next day I found myself craving old bad habit foods such as tacos, Smash Burger Fries and "Everything But The..." Ice cream.
Well, the night marched on, and the family entered into the Ma and Pa shops. We went into an art store, where I found (but did not purchase) this little fellow... I think he is just darling, but speaks more truth then anyone can ever speak of.
Not only is the Fat Tony the Tiger cute, but the box speaks mountains of truth, in the famous Kellogg fonts. The titles were "KillKids" and "They're gross" and "Sugar Frosted Fat" "A Delicious Effort to Attention Deficit Disorder"... I just thought how true all of these statements are. : The cereal companies market to the children with cute little cartoon fellows, and then the kids beg and scream for these products, and parents can't say no to their children, so they buy the products. It's genius, really. But, the box that belongs to fat Tony, speaks a lot of truth, about a taboo subject, what are we really feeding our kids? There is also references on the box that say "a delicious short cut to attention deficit disorder...get kids super hyperactive" I do believe that the crap people feed their kids contribute to a less then desired attention span, and definitely obesity!
Well, its Monday, which means that its my job to announce to blogosphere how much the scale says I weigh today.... A total of 162 pounds! I'm hoping to dip under 160 by my birthday! When I hit 150, I will then be considered to be in the healthy range category. I want to hit 145 though, cause that's when I join the centennial club, and I'll have a little room to eat Thanksgiving dinner and not immediately catapult my self right back into the overweight range!
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