A New Week

The weekend was good, as I said in my previous posts...finished out yesterday by spending a couple of hours at the bookstore writing. I got two pages of pretty solid prose written -- the start of my novel. I also made myself start saying I'm writing a novel. Ha. I feel so...I don't know, pretentious or poserish by saying that, but why? I just have to say it and feel that I'm just as entitled as anyone else to write a book. I also read a bit, which always feels good.

We met some friends for dinner, and after the kids were in bed I put the baby in her mei tai and went for a short walk with Stella. I already got all syrupy about Stella yesterday, so I won't say more now about how awesome she is. I think next Sunday we may take her to the Mardi Gras pet parade in St. Louis.

The only thing I'm not proud of about this weekend was my diet. Friday night we were busy...we went to pick up our new van in a town about 40 minutes away, and we picked up DQ while we were out. I had a burger and fries, but I did get a small milkshake instead of a soda. Not exactly a better choice, but I was trying to avoid soda. Saturday I ate well during the day. I knew that I'd be snacking for dinner at the trivia event, so we got a rotisserie chicken for lunch and kind of made that the bigger meal of the day. But then I didn't eat a proper dinner at all...I had some fruit at trivia, but lots of chips and cake, and I drank two Cokes. Hohum. They were in cans. I'm a sucker for a nice cold can of Coke.

And then yesterday was just awful, food-wise...I forgot to eat breakfast before going to the Watershed...I picked up a frappe at McD's on my way home. I left to go write very soon after returning home. While at Borders, since I had yet to eat anything, I ordered a soft whole wheat pretzel, thinking it would fill me up a bit without being too terrible for me (there were lots of pastries and cakes and things, but I tried to choose wisely)...but the pretzel was hard as a rock and mostly inedible. So a little while later, still hungry, I got a snickerdoodle the size of my head. Le sigh. And then dinner...burger, fries...ordered a frozen daiquiri, again as an alternative to soda (I realize milkshakes and daiquiris are not healthy, but I'm not addicted to them), but it SUCKED. $7 and it didn't taste like strawberries OR alcohol. So I got a Dr. Pepper.

Wow, that was a lot of chatter about food. I guess I just feel guilty. But this morning I did weigh a total of three pounds less than when I started this blog. Woohoo! I just need to keep it up and do better this week. Today will be tricky, too, as I will be gone for most of the day, and then Vitor has class until after 7, so dinner on Mondays is always something quick and easy, like frozen pizza. I don't even have any frozen pizzas right now, so not sure what I'm going to do. I have pasta sauce...maybe I'll just do spaghetti.

I've still been in a good mood, though. So that's a small victory.