Where's the beef?!

So after my riveting blogging session last night I wasn't able to fall asleep until about 1:30am. Which is pretty shitty since I had to get up for 4:30 to pack my lunch and get ready for work. And what do I wake up to? Under ripe bananas. On my banana and skim milk day. CRAP!

I texted my friend Leah (who is thankfully still up at the ungodly hour of 4:30am) ranting about how my freakin' bananas were still green and asking what I should eat instead? Well, after a couple deep breaths and a glass of skim milk (a little sad to get this worked up over a fruit) I went with the plan to eat the other fruits I had left over from days 1 and 2 and drink my milk. Whatever...I guess I'm following Stacy's Cabbage Soup Diet.

But tomorrow....I get steak! Wooo! I cut up a bunch of beef tips for the next 2 days and have them marinating in a sugar free balsamic vinaigrette. (That's probably not allowed on the diet, but there are only 5 calories in 2 tbsp compared to 100 in regular balsamic vinaigrette. And no sugar!) I made up a little bag of marinating tips to bring to work and grill, a great benefit of working in a kitchen! I'll have that pared with halved grape tomatoes seasoned with salt, pepper, and dried basil for both lunch and dinner. It sure beats strawberries and acorn squash!

As exciting as this is, there's been something even more exciting on my mind for the last couple of days. It consumes my thoughts. I'm allowing myself an all out cheat meal Friday night, and can't decide what to get! Should I get a bacon, ricotta, scallion pizza? A wimpy skimpy and peperoni pizza from Casserta's? What about Mexican? Thai?! Or Italian? Fettuccine alfredo and eggplant Parmesan are far from diet  friendly. Or should I get macaroni and cheese, an all time favorite? Do I want to cook myself, or go out? Do I really want to take the risk of feeling like complete crap (physically) afterwards? I had white chowder and clam cakes a few weeks ago and felt sick the rest of the day. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad my body isn't used to that type of food anymore but if my cheat day makes me sick that's not really all that fun.

It shouldn't be this hard to decide what your favorite meal is. I just LOVE food. And clearly am a carbaholic...

I guess it's a good way to stay on track this week though. I have something to look forward to. And I know you're not supposed to reward yourself with food, so I'm not considering this a reward. It's just the end of a long week, the end of the biggest loser, and I want a freakin delicious meal that I wouldn't normally be able to work into a healthy eating lifestyle.

Back to this silly cabbage soup diet. It's making me clumsy, weak, and irritable. My arms hurt from putting sheet pans in the dishwasher today (sad) and my back is killing me and I don't know why. And today after work I had the battle of the century with a brown paper bag. I bought some groceries and asked for a paper bag so I could add my lunch bag, left over food I'd brought to work, etc.. I get home and grab the back out of my back seat and during this 15 foot journey to my mail box I somehow lost my grip on it, dropped the bag and my container of soup and apple go rolling down my driveway into the street. Ok, no biggie. I pick it up, readjust the bag and make it to the mail box. I sort through all the junk and add that to the paper bag, which was apparently far too much for the bag to handle as when I went to pick it up again one of the handles ripped, then the rip traveled down the side, and finally the other handle broke. All before I took 2 steps. Mother F'er! It's not even good mail!! Swearing under my breathe I pick it all up and put it back in the bag. I grab it from the bottom this time and it feels sturdy. Then I take 1 step and bump into my mailbox and all the mail goes all over my lawn, again. This time I flat out swore out loud. After looking around to see if any neighbors are watching me in amusement (which thankfully there weren't) I put the bag on the ground, pick up the mail and give it another try. FAIL! This time the bottom fell out of the bag, leaving me standing looking down at all my food and mail at my feet. I almost walked away leaving everything right there by the road for whoever happened to walk by and grab it. "Take it! It's cursed!" Instead a let out a mighty "ARRGGG", gathered my belongings and made it into the house in a couple of trips.

That pretty much summed up my day right there. Clumsy, annoying and tedious. I really need to get out of the house and have a beer or something. Maybe I'll add that to my cheat meal!

On a more positive note my scale read 5lbs less this morning then it did Friday!! Now I don't officially count that since everyone's weight fluctuates throughout the week and Friday is my official weigh in day, but it's still a good sign that things are going well! Woot!

Well now I'm off to day dream about my cheat meal some more, and maybe read some of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Ah, the thrilling life of Stacy Q :)