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Okay, who turned up the thermostat?
Aug. 18th, 2003 10:28 amIt's not even noon yet, and it's already about 90 degrees outside. Fortunately, I'm in an air-conditioned refuge at the moment, but that can't last forever. Besides, I have to walk to the post office sometime today. Sure, it's not a long walk -- only about 3 blocks or so -- but I'm still not looking forward to it, for fear that I'll sweat myself into oblivion.
Slowly adjusting to a low-carb diet. Finding that I have to give up, or at least greatly cut down, eating and drinking some of my favorite things. Donuts. Chips. Soda. Chocolate milk (that one hurts). Snack mixes. Pasta. Rice. Potatoes. Sandwiches. I'm also finding myself checking the nutritional facts on everything we buy, and often cringing when I see the carb level. On the upside, meats and veggies and salads are all good, so I have a steak packed for my lunch tomorrow, along with broccoli (with cheese, natch) on the side and buttered cinnamon apples for desert. Sounds like a TV dinner, I know, but it's homemade, which makes it infinitely better than any TV dinner ever. Today's lunch is a chili burger with salad and celery sticks. Got a Diet Vanilla Coke too - the only diet drink I can stomach. What can I say? Z spoils me with the best lunches. *snugs his Z*
Still feeling the depression trying to nip at my toes like an angry corgi, but I'm not going to let it get a hold on me today. I'm not. Got to listen to music while I work, I think. The quietness lets my mind wander too much.
Oh! A bit of good news before I go.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
greenwings's portfolio has been reviewed by our graphic designer, and he thinks it looks very good. Still don't know what my boss has in mind for future hiring plans, though. Here's hoping that it'll work out, since Doug (the graphics guy) is swamped with work right now.
Slowly adjusting to a low-carb diet. Finding that I have to give up, or at least greatly cut down, eating and drinking some of my favorite things. Donuts. Chips. Soda. Chocolate milk (that one hurts). Snack mixes. Pasta. Rice. Potatoes. Sandwiches. I'm also finding myself checking the nutritional facts on everything we buy, and often cringing when I see the carb level. On the upside, meats and veggies and salads are all good, so I have a steak packed for my lunch tomorrow, along with broccoli (with cheese, natch) on the side and buttered cinnamon apples for desert. Sounds like a TV dinner, I know, but it's homemade, which makes it infinitely better than any TV dinner ever. Today's lunch is a chili burger with salad and celery sticks. Got a Diet Vanilla Coke too - the only diet drink I can stomach. What can I say? Z spoils me with the best lunches. *snugs his Z*
Still feeling the depression trying to nip at my toes like an angry corgi, but I'm not going to let it get a hold on me today. I'm not. Got to listen to music while I work, I think. The quietness lets my mind wander too much.
Oh! A bit of good news before I go.
greenwings's portfolio has been reviewed by our graphic designer, and he thinks it looks very good. Still don't know what my boss has in mind for future hiring plans, though. Here's hoping that it'll work out, since Doug (the graphics guy) is swamped with work right now.