No Junk January

So I went to the pet store and weighed myself on Thursday. Then spent thurs and fri in bed with a migraine. Saturday was a bit full on so on Sunday I went grocery shopping. I spent $130 on fresh food. I pledged to do No Junk January for the remainder of the month.

So Sunday I made fruit salad, prepped veggies for steaming through the week, made a bunch of ready-to-go salads for work and marinated a few bags of lean chicken breast for cooking pretty much straight from the oven.

I also made breakfast muffins. Which are damn yummy but a bit fiddly to make. So i doubled the batch to last longer. Recipe to follow.

After spending the day on the kitchen, i had nothing for dinner and no cooking mojo. So i had lasagne. It was cheesy and greasy and altogether... a bit too much. But its gone now.

Today i did well. Breakfast muffin for brekky. Fruit salad for morning tea, salad for lunch, fruit salad for arvo tea, almonds to nibble on. I had steak out for dinner, but i was ravenous when i got home and it world take too long to cook, so i had an extra snack of white corn tortilla chips and dip.

I know, I know. Tortilla chips? I had them already, they were open and they were there. I thought the basil dip would be ok. Then i checked the label.  34% fat. Fail.

Again.  Something I already had.

So dinner was a delicious steak, some oversteamed veggies and mashed sweet potato with abouta tablespoon of butter to bring it together.

And fuck me, but eating healthy today was hard work.

Millionth times the charm.

I weigh 170kg. I think I need to resume diet, excercise and blogging.

Byrd

"A Phish may love a Byrd Senior, but whre would they live?"

I have named the crush. Byrd. Because I am Phish, and he (when I named him) seemed unattainable.

So girls have a huge problem with overthinking. I am no exception. I flirt. Like I breathe. Its natural. And guys flirt back. So its difficult for me to tell if they are just flirting because I am, or if they are really interested.

So. To that overthinking thing.

He said, one day as he was leaving, 'hopefully I'll see you soon'. And when he leaves, he gives me a wave and calls out to let me know he's going. Now, I know that I know whats going on. And other people realise that too. But his work ends when it ends. And he can just go home. He is a subcontractor, and I am a grunt. He doesn't nee my approval. Then again, I do tend to be friendly and ask him what time he's taking off. So maybe he's just responding to that. Maybe he just likes that someone shows an interest in him. Maybe its a subconscious response.

He smokes too. Normally a huge turn off. Except he smokes rollies, and they smell kind of earthy. Which I like. But he has smokers teeth. Again, bad teeth are normally a turn off. Those 2 are usually serious deal breakers for me. But when I noticed those, I was like 'whatever'.

Anyway. The other day there was a malfunction at work, and there was yoghurt EVERYWHERE. We were picking up broken tubs and emptying them down the drain, when he dropped one. And it splattered yoghurt all over his legs, chest and face. And he just paused for a moment while I giggled. The look on his face was clearly 'oh fuck off', but not directed at me. I made a joke that he was wearing black, and it would show up and look dodgy as hell. Oh yes. I made a cum joke. Thinking back, I could have segued into a dating joke 'that usually happens after the third date' type of thing.

Anyway, he went and cleaned himself up. And when he came back to work, he was cleaning the robot. And he stood up directly under the mechanism and smacked his head on it. Poor bugger is the man version of Bridget Jones.

Sundays Sexy Seven