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In keeping with the tradition started last year wherein the first game of the season must be delayed by a major thunderstorm, we got dumped on. DUMPED ON at the first game. The raindrops pelted so maniacally that it felt like hail. Needless to say, this was not enjoyed by the four-year-old nephew of my friend who was sitting with us, so he got carried out where we eventually joined him and the hundreds of other attendants herded into the covered area near the concession stands and the restrooms to wait out the storm. We were all so smashed together that we couldn't move our elbows, and it was hot and we were all drenched and it was most unpleasant but in an aren't we all just such diehard troopers kind of a way. I was actually stunned that several people lit up cigarettes in such sardine-like conditions but then again I wasn't. I mean, some people are just rude bastards. I would have feared that hair would be lit on fire if everyone's were not so saturated with rainwater. Eventually the rain subsided to a drizzle so we poured back into the stadium. Sadly, we heard reports of a naked guy whose streak across the field and hot pursuit by state troopers (who slipped in the mud) we missed. Soon the game was underway, and we sucked very, very hard, and if we had cried about it, it would have been cosmetically sound as we all had mascara smearing down our faces anyway. My mom was ready to leave all through the game, but I was so enjoying the company of the four-year-old who was on his first trip to the stadium and was cheering in his miniature megaphone and being adorable that I kept putting her off until finally she convinced me late in the fourth quarter to head out with the masses who were walking out in disgust. I heard my neighbors screaming bloody murder when I got home so I turned on the television to see that we had tied up the game with like one or two minutes left, and then we went into overtime, and then we scored, and then they scored, but then they missed their extra point so we won. I was happy but also just fed up at the same time. It was a bittersweet win because it just seemed like we got lucky because they were pretty much kicking our sorry asses the entire time. And I felt so sorry for the kicker on the other team who threw himself down on the field and beat his fists and then just walked around in a daze that I had to turn it off. The poor kid. Our kicker was one of the first to go over to him and pat him on the back and whisper something to him, both as he was prostrating himself in the mud and as he stood up, and I thought that showed a lot of class and made me get somewhat of a crush on him. I just realized that I forgot to pay my flooring credit card bill that was due today. I still had five months to pay it off with zero interest, and now my interest will probably shoot up to one million percent. I need to find the bill and call them and see if there is anything I can do about this. Shitfire, hell, and damnation. So this weekend was my first try at doing the Core. Upon weighing myself on Saturday morning, I was surprised to see that I didn't weigh as much as I thought I did. I went on a huge shopping trip Friday night to stock up on some real damn food. I ate some peanuts and popcorn at the game, but I just estimated the points and didn't think twice about it, because life is too short not to eat some snacks at some games. For breakfast today, I ate three egg whites, some shredded wheat and bran cereal, and some grapes. Yesterday, I dumped my smoothie made from frozen raspberries and strawberries and blueberries and plain fat free yogurt and skim milk over dry cereal and mixed it up, and it was damn good. For lunch, I've eaten big salads with lettuce and the corn/bean salad and some sliced turkey and cucumbers and carrots, and for dinner one night I had a chicken breast and some spinach and some stir-fried vegetables and a small baked potato. Yesterday, I went to a barbeque and helped myself to some chicken, a wee bit of coleslaw and dirty rice and a small margarita (all put on the points pad), and for dinner, I had some seared tuna and half of a sweet potato and some vegetables. So, anyway, basically I've stuck to Core foods, but when I've gone off the list, I've just counted up the points, and I still have plenty of points left for the week until my next weigh-in. I've really just tried to eat like a normal person, like at actual meal times or when I'm actually hungry, instead of just for the hell of it. I've felt full and nourished for the past few days, so I feel good about the plan so far. I just really don't feel deprived, knowing I can still eat thing like grits and if people think I am going to sacrifice my nightly one point giant fudge bar in the interest of only eating "real food" then they are sadly mistaken for as they say you will have to pry my fudge bar out of my cold dead hands. I have to say at this point that oh, Snyders mini-pretzel twists, I miss you most of all. I passed on the cake and ice cream at a work birthday party this afternoon because it's easy to pass on it when you've only been working the new healthy eating plan for four days. Talk to me in a week, and I might be plunked in front of the TV bathing myself in a pint of Chunky Monkey. Tonight I used the massage gift certificate that my siblings gave me for my birthday and it was glorious, glorious, glorious. I loved every second of it. I also loved taking a shower and using all of the Aveda products and the big soft bathtowels and having the dressing room all to myself. I smell like rosemary and mint and yumminess. It was wonderful to just luxuriate in front of the mirror, combing the flax seed aloe gel into my hair (not sure what that does, but it sure smelled nice!) and looking at myself and thinking, girl, your hair is getting long, and you're pretty lucky to have siblings paying for this and you'd better enjoy this moment. So I totally did. About this time in ...
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