Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Damn You, Pocky

Ever tried a Pocky? They're delicious and addictive. Might as well provide them in methadone clinics.

They're made in Japan, and the package tells you "Stick to fun! Pocky!" They're baked wheat cracker dipped in various coatings or flavored. My favorite is the Men's Bitter Chocolate (guess women can't handle strong chocolate in Japan). They're 5- 1/4" long and 1/16" diameter of sheer eating pleasure in the shape of a hypodermic needle full of yumminess, packaged in a newly designed box containing two foil wrapped packages. I could tell you the fat and calorie content but I would probably start crying because I just finished the newly purchased box before finishing this entry.

Damn you, Pocky, and damn you, Famima!! for being so convenient to my home and work.

http://www.glico.co.jp/en/corp/profile3a.htm

20g fat, 400 calories

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

10 Days - Gain 8 lbs - Ask Me How!

Quit smoking the day after your birthday, eat everything in sight, and let all your friends take you out for birthday eating/drinking celebrations 5 out of 7 days of the week for 30 days. See, I celebrate my birthday the whole month. It's not that I'm selfish or am making up for never having elementary school-day celebrations being a summer child (ok, maybe a bit jealous of that).

But I celebrate the whole month because that way nobody gets offended by forgetting the actual day of your birthday, large group dinners are so uncomfortable because you're the center of attention, but then you only get to speak to the 4 people seated immediately around you. Instead I spend quality time with quality people at quality places. Bragging time: Weekend in Vegas, Sona, Le Chamberlain, Watergrill, The Foundry on Melrose, to name a few. With all the money I've saved this month, I might be able to make an extra mortgage payment. Naw, I'll use it to go shopping for pants with a larger waist size.

Deception vs. Skepticism

Why is that some people think I'm lying when I tell them that I haven't had a cigarette in X number of days. It's not like I can hide the smell of cigarettes if I did happen to smoke, BUT I HAVEN'T. People are so good about annoyingly telling me that I smoke too much. Then when I tell them I've quit, it turns to, "oh sure" or "yeah, right."

I'd be ok with, "again?" or "How many times does this make?" Skepticism, sarcasm, derision are all fine by me. Odds are I'll probably fall off the wagon again. But as long as I can convince myself that I'm giving my body a break, or that this time it's for real, even if it doesn't turn out to be, just say "good for you!"

Just don't call me a liar.

The Calculus Of Quitting

I went to Frisco on a business trip the Monday after my birthday weekend, and I bought myself a new wardrobe as a birthday present. Now I regret it. I should have used the basic reward strategy that for every day I don't smoke, I can set that money aside and reward myself at the end of a time period.

I screwed up and did it backwards. Instead of a reward, I'm in a debit mode. So I can't smoke until frick'n October. But now that the pants don't fit from the recent weight gain. Does that mean I can return the pants and move up the drop dead date of not failing by a month?

Friday, June 22, 2007

Why I Don't Need One

Day 6 of not having a cigarette. I chose to quit last Saturday morning because it was the day after my birthday. What better gift to give myself then the gift of health. That's what I was thinking then. Now, Friday afternoon before the weekend festivities are to begin, I ask, "What the hell was I thinking."

What to do with all this free time not taking smoking breaks? This, and eat. Eat a lot. Four donut holes, a chocolate sprinkle donut, and sugar covered one within 3 hours at the office today. The half gallon ice cream last few nights (hey, at least it was the cherry soy cream from TJ's instead of the full fat one). Or the Porto's (cuban pastry/sandwich) stop on the way home from Burbank airport. The media noche, two potato balls, two pastries, and small loaf of bread didn't even make it to Muholland Dr...that's 30 minutes of eating in traffic.

So, good bye 145 lb frame, because, no, you don't really need one, cigarette, that is.