SlimFast – Shaken, Not Stirred

I’ve been trying to drink SlimFast as a lunch replacement.  It has only 200 calories and a lot of protein, so I figured it would be good.  To make it even better, I’ve been putting the powder, milk and some ice in a martini shaker instead of stirring it, and then pouring it out through the holes so it just gets cold, but doesn’t have ice in it.  Delish!  (Bonus: it got foamy, meaning it felt like I was drinking more than the eight ounces).

This worked well for about a week and a half, and then it quit filling me up.  I don’t know what happened, but the shake that boasted it’s ability to  hold off hunger “for four hours” only held me for two before I was tearing-my-hair-out-on-the-verge-of-tears starving again.  And then, of course, resolutions would go to pot as I scarfed down half a bag of pretzels, the first thing handy, because I was too hungry to try and fix something decent.

I’m beginning to suspect that it has something to do with lack of drinking enough water.  I really forget to do that, and I wish I was raised drinking water several times a day.  Something to note for when I have kiddos.  As it is, I drink one glass and I have to pee really bad, so I don’t want to go out, because I know that half way to wherever I’m headed, I’ll be doing the pee-pee dance in the drivers seat.

Ok, I just came up with the world’s stupidest reason for not staying hydrated.

Fat

It seems as if it’s a part of me, like an arm or a toe, and I can’t wrap my head around the concept of it leaving.  I know, intellectually, it is Possible, but, emotionally, it seems to be there forever.

Which would suck.

Load of Crock!

Ok, ok.  I’ll get a crock pot!  I really, really, really, really don’t want one, and not just because it takes up room, but because “owning a crock pot” to me is right up there with “darning socks” and “knitting tea cozies”… Grandma territory.  But my best friend, who is super cute and pretty hip, has one, and she loves it.  So at least I’ll be in good company.  I’m not a huge fan of “stewy” food, either, but maybe I’ll get used to it?  At any rate, it’ll be nice to have something to cook rice in.  I am absolutely CRUDDY at making rice!  It’s unbelievable, and humorous, how terrible mine turns out.

What kind should I get?

Walk The Dogs!

There’s a new dog in the house. This makes three for us! He’s a tiny little guy that we found, homeless and VERY hurt, in Puerto Rico. We fixed him up and had him flown up here, and now he is home forever. I’m thrilled. The other two dogs are a little wary of this newcomer, so, to speed up the acclimation process, I’ve been doing daily walks. It’s good for them, because it gives them a chance to hang out in a fun environment, kind of like going bowling on your first date! It’s good for me, too. I’m pretty sure I’m getting in at least a mile, and I don’t have to use the treadmill. I really don’t care for the treadmill anyway, and the fresh air is nice. Plus, the vet said that our biggest, older dog could drop a couple of pounds.

Hey, you and me both, buddy.