Warning: Rant. However, to save FS the trouble of substituting my language for pound signs I'll just type them in myself. It's kind of fun. I wish I'd thought of this last year when Elizabeth challenged us to stop swearing in front of the Amish.
Today, I just don't give a pound. I don't think you could pounding pay me to give a pound. If I didn't already have a pounding appointment I'd pounding crack open a bottle of wine and suck that pound down in one pounding inhale.
I was so going to eliminate the word pound from my vocabulary but I've been surrounded by pounding morons all day. Impossible.
LOL.. this is actually fun. And I just NOW got the connection. It's Fat Secret. Most of us want to lose weight aka lose a few pounds. So Fat Secret treats profanity like fat. We all want to lose fat so if we use profanity they give us pound signs back. OMG... the clouds just parted. That's pounding brilliant!
Okay. Enough. You get the idea.
It's just been a couple of days of nonsense. Food is actually 'okay' and I had to laugh about how easy it would be to say 'well, I didn't exceed my RDI yesterday.. it's all good' when nearly half my consumption was chocolate candy.
There are calories, and then, there are calories. Last night was 'those' calories. But the payoff was 1) the sugar put me into a coma and I slept decent and 2) I'm wondering if Ikea pulled a joke w/the chocolate and substituted ex-lax. You do the math. Maybe they should market their 'dark chocolate bar' as a 'cleansing treatment'.
So, I'm going to post this journal and turn the lights off before someone slips in here in the last 15 minutes and adds to the insanity that has been my day.
Hope you're having a good one where ever you are; if any of you are heading out for happy hour - have one for me, will ya?
Thanks,
Bella
