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Oh but it was so good….

I’ve been off the wagon as far as working on losing weight and eating healthy for the last few weeks (pretty much since spring break). I’m still exercising a fair amount but I’ve had some, errr, indiscretions as far as eating goes.

Yesterday’s dinner was a case in point. It was very good. However, I had fresh pizza dough to use up, and did I cook a bunch of veggies to put on it? No, I made a Blue Cheese and Bacon thin crust pizza. Very, very good. Healthy? Not even a little. And yeah, the salad I had before the pizza doesn’t even count as a nod toward healthy, it was only a few greens. With extra bacon on it.

So today, my long school day, I am going to work on cleaning up my act. I’m taking my dinner with me to school rather than eat from the carts or go to a happy hour between classes. Brian and I have pledged to eat vegetarian all week, and I will start very strictly tracking what I eat again. I’ve noticed that entering everything into Lose-It on the iPhone seems to keep me pretty honest.

Monday, Monday. Ahhhh ahhhh ahhhhh ah ah ah.

On Monday nights, we’ve been heading to Old Town Pizza on MLK to watch movies. The first night we went, it was old (1940s and 1950s) beer commercials. They were completely awesome. One of them completely startled me – I had no idea that in-your-face foreplay was on TV back then. I’ve looked all over the internet and can’t find the one that scandalized me, which is disappointing, it was really cool. I wonder why beer companies don’t use their old commercials? It’d definitely make me pay more attention to them.

In any event, it was pretty cool to watch them listening to the thwap thwap thwap of the film project (16mm, Brian said). Not to mention having a beer or two while doing that.

Last night’s was crash test dummy films from the Ford Motor company. Also good, but even better was the 1950s PSA-like movie for teenagers on not drinking and driving. Old Town doesn’t particularly turn the music off in the restaurant while we watch these, so it was a bit surreal to watch it to electronica music, watching it storm outside and drinking a beer.

The guy who does this didn’t remember what he had planned for next week – he says he just grabs them out of his basement. He’s quite a character too as he sets up the film. I think we are starting to make friends with the bartender too, who is from Edinbourough. He’s fond of Brian’s full name, which makes me giggle. And I was amused this week because he was less one beard and Brian was less one head of hair. Almost timed, that.

Pretty cool night, except for the fact that when we went out to get in my car, we noticed that my car was spraypainted sometime between Sunday night and Monday evening. Brian had moved my car to the street while we were gardening because he wanted to pull some weeds in our driveway and I left it there knowing we were going somewhere Monday night. The morons didn’t get Brian’s car thankfully, but they clearly thought about it because they spraypainted a penis on the street in front of his car. Reported to the police, of course, and my car has already had it removed. I’m working with the city to get the sidewalk and street penises removed, so hopefully that’s that. I’ve got enough of my family in me to think that if they’d like to do that again, there will be BAD. CONSEQUENCES. But all in all, part of living in a city, I get that.

Idle thoughts

Why does everyone, including me, hate calling to order pizza? I have never met anyone who actually likes doing that. In fact, when Phil & Cat would come over, the four of us would argue over who “had” to call, and would devise elaborate schemes to get out of calling. Sometimes this would even lead to bids of “I’ll pay if you call.”

It’s not like any pizza person has been particularly threatening, or has wanted to chat for long periods of time. The worst you get is the stoned guy who is a little slow to realize what you want.