I'm getting a bit too big for my britches and am really in the need for some detoxing, so to speak. I thought a great way to start my journey of self-improvement would be to to commence Salad Week Part Deux (the previous one occurred in 2005). The only difference between the prior SW and now is that I'm only doing it for supper. Anyway, tonight's dinner was a freakin' HUGE salad, complete with cherry tomatoes, bacony Bacos (actually, a knock-off brand), fajita steak strips, shaved parmesan (sexy!) and sharp cheddar cheeses, and Northern Italian dressing. I'm full of roughage!
Also as part of The Cleansing, I've been going on walks with a co-worker during our morning breaks. Yesterday I bought a cheapy pedometer from Target to keep track of my daily foot commute. Between approximately 7:45 am and 8:15 pm today I walked 5908 steps. Given that this device set me back $1, I question its accuracy, though.
Lastly, I've discovered the joy of Vanilla Mint Listerine. It's a relatively mellow variety that packs less of a sting. A fresh mouth is a wonderful thing.
I believe the correct term for the salad is "ginormous."
Pedometer, eh? Time to join Walker Tracker!
spydrz - I think that term is reserved solely for fast food breakfast sandwiches.
srah - Funny you should chime in, as a blog post of yours planted the seed of me getting a pedometer. I don't know how you do - what is it? - 10,000 steps a day. Insane.
I'm off to check out that site.
Mmmmmmm...syrup-infused breakfast sandwich.
i think that the fajita steaks off-set the salad, and the baco-bits off-set the walking.
we just have to learn to do purging without the splurging.
Hey, I'm a dude. You can't take away my meat (and processed synthetic pseudo-meat).
Even so, the above salad is still probably healthier than a can of Beefaroni or some frozen chimichangas - which is what I've been eating for dinner lately.
The is all just a warm-up until the Atkins reboot that'll begin shortly.
the wifey and i've been looking at - and trying a mixture of - some sort of dietary process. she's in her last month of pregnancy, which means that she can't go overboard just yet. which means that my 250+ fat-ass can't yet either.
but i feel ya, man. can't run into this - unless you wanna yo-yo like those Biggest Loser-types (see the issue of Time with the sundae in a beaker. thanks to that, i've learned that i'm an apple-shape. not to be confused with apple-bottom).
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