August 20, 2007

I haven't been doing very well keeping myself accountable, so I feel I must confess my latest sins before I move on to commit more.

It's August. I'm not sure what I was thinking when I started this adventure, but August is a terrible month to be doing this. This week happens to be the Week From Hell. I had once thought that no one understood the hell that is August unless they were in residence life. I was wrong. I'm in Day Three of Seven, and I'm plain exhuasted. But I did start the day off with five minutes of Richard Simmons--on day two of the Orientation programs I energize my staff at 7 AM with my boy Richard. It's so fun !

OK, here's the confession. On Saturday (Day One), I had cereal for breakfast, a Three Musketeers and a giant Pepsi for lunch, and popcorn and a few Oreos for dinner. On Sunday (Day Two) I had cereal for breakfast, Cheetos and Pepsi for lunch, and a salad, some lasagna and breadsticks for dinner. Today (Day Three) I had French Toast for breakfast, a Nestle Crunch bar and a king size Snickers and a Mt. Dew for lunch, and a Lean Gormet for dinner. I would have had cereal for dinner, but I had a very sad finding when I came home tonight at 8 PM starving because I really didn't have lunch. I forgot to get milk. I'm all out of milk. Oh, the humanity of it! No matter how late I work tomorrow, I must remember to buy milk. And Powerball tickets. It is my week to win.

I did get some of that new V8 Fusion stuff on Friday, and tonight when I discovered I had no milk and was panicking about what I was going to try to eat at 8:30 at night I poured myself a glass of Pomegranate and Bluberries. Not bad. It smells funny and has some tomato undertones, but it's not bad. I'll try to drink a glass a day. I'll also get the Straberry Banana one, even though I'm not a fan of the strawberry/banana combination.

I'll be having donuts for breakfast, pizza for lunch and cereal for dinner tomorrow (Day Four). No guarantees for the rest of the week. My plan on Sunday is to have nothing but cereal and alcohol. Don't worry, I"ll be with friends while drinking. And you all know as well as I do that after one margarita or long island I'll be good to go. More than that and I fear for my life, with all the drugs I'm on. I haven't had more than one drink in one night since I first came here. Since starting the Ambien, I barely make it through one drink. And that's OK. Makes me a cheap date! Too bad I can't get a date...

On a non fat-camp note, did I mention I've given up on the eharmony test? I see those damn commericals and get pissed off now. I never even got close to meeting anyone. I think I exchanged four emails. What a crock. I'm done with dating. The only men I need are my Dad and Grandpa. Well, Dr. Bob too, he's moved me more times than I can count. He's earned a spot on the list.

And to reward you for being my loyal supporters, here is a cutie picture for you to enjoy:

ok, work beckons. live well!