I will make Amelia and Simon the most amazing couple on the face of this good, green earth. Amazing. I’m so excited for them. I’m excited for Amelia and her adventures. I’m excited. I’m creating again.
It makes me feel beautiful.
“Life still goes on before and after the hours of nine and five.”
”Dearest Amelia. Your prince is in another castle.”
I used to be really good about posting in this blog and sort of slacking on my livejournal. Now it’s just the opposite. Probably because I have a bigger audience on the other side. However, I shouldn’t neglect my duties here. Wait, this isn’t a duty. No one is expecting anything… are they?
I made some Thai spiced chicken with a peanut sauce for dinner tonight, along with a mixed green salad. Very yummy, but the turmeric stained my fingers yellow. Even after a shower they’re still a little stained. I also found out today that I like yogurt, at least fruit flavored yogurt. Active cultures for TEH WIN!
I’ve also been playing with my Facebook. If you know me, you should add me.
The end.
I used to read the dictionary when I was younger, forever searching for new words to use in my writing. The older I’ve gotten, the less adventurous I seem to be when it comes to my vocabulary. Can I blame minimalism?
Share with me some of your favorite words, along with reasons why you adore them.
I do. I really really do.
A friend and I went to this fabulous Mediterranean restaurant called Mezza after work. The food there is so good. Light, delicious and very good for you. I love the eggplant bruschetta quite possibly more than I love dark chocolate. Sweet, with a little bit of tang. But I do love dark chocolate. Okay, it’s a really close call.
The little pickled beets are good too. Oh, and the spanakopita is yummy. It’s really hard to beat spinach and feta wrapped up in a warm cocoon of phyllo dough, drenched in an equally as yummy creamy tomato sauce. I also indulged in a glass of wine: white grapes and apple with a hint of oak.
Okay, I was full but now I’m getting hungry again.
I need to go to the coffee shop again and chill with the couch. The couch and I are long overdue for a chat. And some writing. I’ve neglected my “social journal” for over a month. But I think that’s a good thing. Means I’m recovering faster.
This calls for an arbitrary use of a smiley face. 
Taking a closer look at the food I eat during the day I find that I’m consuming only about 1,200 calories or less. And that’s with eating all 3 meals. Granted they aren’t particularly big meals, with a million sides drenched in butter, salt and artificial flavoring, they are all at least one serving. I’ve always been good at portion control. I can eyeball a serving of cereal and it’s always been enough. I don’t fill mixing bowls with Cocoa Krispies and eat it all.
I’m really upset about this for some reason. I’m probably being cruel to my body, but I hate eating prepackaged food. When you make something from scratch it’s not as calorie-loaded. A serving gives you 500 calories or less. I don’t like cooking with lots of butter, lots of oil. I thought I was doing something good but when you step back and truly analyze it, it seems like I’m only hurting myself in the long run.
Right now I just don’t care. I feel full.
I’ll forever be stuck at 118 pounds.
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