Shame on Me

Neil was nice enough to make me a tracking chart for my New Year's Resolutions so I can check them off when I do them. We're over 3 weeks into January and I still have zero checkmarks on my chart.

I recently sat in my living room floor and pounded down half a pizza, 1.5 donuts, and a Big Gulp of coke. Later I found some donut glaze down my shirt.

I'm considering joining Curves and when I went in tonight for a consultation the lady wrote down the side of my profile paper: Not exercising at all. "Not" and "at all" both underlined 3x.

I refuse to throw away a Krispy Kreme buy one dozen donuts, get one dozen free coupon even though are only 2 of us.

Pizza! Pizza!

I really want a pizza. I've already secured the address of the closest Little Caesars to my house so I can stop on my way home from work. I haven't had a pizza from Little Caesars in about 15 years and I'm curious whether I'll be disappointed or pleasantly surprised. And will they really only charge me $5? Even in San Francisco? I'm going to find out tonight, my friends.

There is a delish little pizza joint here called Toto's. Yum, my mouth is watering just thinking about it. And if Neil were going to be home for dinner tonight, I might say something like, "Do you think we'll go to Toto's for dinner?" which he has learned means "I want Toto's for dinner." It only took him a year to figure out how I operate. The light bulb came on for him last weekend in Mexico when I repeatedly said, "Do you think we'll go kayaking today?" or "I wonder if we'll go kayaking today."

Anyway, Toto's is too delicious and too expensive for me to rationalize getting alone. I mean, pizza is just not that good reheated so you need to be able to eat the entire pizza in one sitting--plus I like to eat at the restaurant. So tonight, Little Caesars it is.

I know this is a boring post, but I'm trying to get back in the swing of things and not put so much pressure on myself to write only really good posts so much so that I never write anything which is what is happening now. Then every post is like, "Glad you're back!" but of course, I'm not really back. I've been thinking a lot about blogging and eating pizza lately. And I want to keep doing both. So just work with me here.

You Never Know What You're Gonna Get

So far I have only eaten 19 of the 75 dark chocolate covered cherries that Neil gave me for Christmas. Good thing I haven’t gotten around to making my annual weight loss resolution yet. One of Neil’s resolutions is to go on a walk everyday. Last year he also had the same plan for us. We went twice. This year I can tell he is serious because he has excluded the main obstacle from keeping any exercise resolution: me.

Our holidays were non-stop fun. On New Year’s Eve we ate some steaks and watched videos. We decided we would watch 2 movies and we would each get to pick out whatever he/she wanted regardless of whether or not the other person would like it--then we would watch both. We met up in the checkout line and headed home to watch Little Man and The Devil Wears Prada.

Are you surprised that Neil, who is reading a 1,000 page bio of LBJ and wears cashmere sweaters, wanted to get Little Man? Well, maybe you wouldn't be if you knew of his love for dance movies....but only movies where street dance meets classical dance i.e. Take the Lead or Save the Last Dance. But in the end, Neil chose Little Man (the loaded with extra crap edition) over the new dance release Step Up.

Other highlights of the season included seeing It’s a Wonderful Life and The Wizard of Oz on the big screen, the Nutcracker, prime rib for Christmas dinner and of course, opening awesome presents like an iPod nano and my new swimsuit designed by Esther Williams:



And I thought it was cute that Neil wrapped everything he put in my stocking--even the package of mini travel garbage bags and the roll of quarters. I was less original and just threw the When in Rome CD in his stocking uncovered.

In conclusion, Christmas was fun and Beauty and the Geek starts tonight.