Tonight I gave in and had a Filet O Fish sandwich. It was glorious, but didn't last nearly long enough. Now I'm trying a caramel fiber bar thingy Jill bought, and it is actually quite tasty. Jill is very helpful. I feel like I think about food a heck of a lot.
*drools*
I very much like my job. Granted my feet get a little tired after some of the longer shifts, but if that's the biggest complaint about a job, it must be a good job! I like my coworkers, I like (most of) the customers, I like the duties. And I think I appreciate this job slightly more than previous jobs because I got it right after a month or so of no job and no school, which was entirely too much time on my hands and got very depressing. It's just better to have something to work at, and somewhere to go on a regular basis to get out of the freakin' house. Oh, also they pay me. So that's nice.
Amos Lee soothes my soul.
It's raining again. It's chilly out. But I'm in my very clean room (as of today) with an orange glow from my stoplight lamp. And I've got my fuzzy, warm pj pants and my fuzzy, warm black slippers. I am content.
Today was a good day. I filed my FAFSA, and (almost) finished my taxes. Voldemort cuddled in bed with me for part of it, very adorable. I refined my Eggplant "Parmesan" recipe and I almost have it where I want it. I worked out. Hard. And I did my History homework (which is just assigned reading) while working out. Very efficient.
My utterly useless history lecture didn't bother me because I just worked on the homework for next week the entire time. As long as I'm getting something done the class doesn't make me want to hyperventilate. Also, I enjoy riding there and back with Neil, because we always have good conversation both ways.
And I stayed within my calorie goal for the day. Successful self-discipline pleases me.
And Julie is coming tomorrow. :)
So instead of continually eating the (free) Starbucks parfaits I have access to, I made bulk of my own parfait. Use:
Non-fat plain yogurt.
No-sugar-added sliced peaches.
No-sugar-added fruit cocktail.
Splenda.
Mix.
I don't add granola, but you could, or any other variation of the fruit, etc. The one I made was tasty and came out to roughly 13 calories/oz, which is awesome.
My bed is in the corner of my room. There are two windows in the wall to the left of it, and one window right over the head of it. My bedroom is on the fourth floor of the building I live in. When I first wake up, all I can see outside is sky. This morning I woke up (after sleeping as long as I liked because I don't have to work today!) and it was warm and cozy in my bed, and there was a soft rain pattering against all three windows outside on a very gray San Francisco morning. For whatever reason, weather like that sometimes reminds me of autumn in Folsom, and getting truly excited about things like Halloween and pumpkins. Needless to say I woke up in a very good mood.
Now I shall send a letter and go do homework.
