Weekend Update.

Seriously? SERIOUSLY? Seriously. Seriously!

That's how I feel, with those expressions. I think I have a dieter's MECCA going on here. I like my healthy food, I'm eating it. Just not enough. Again. How the FUCK?

Let's just get to the point. It's 7:15 (probably 7:30 when this posts), and I've neatly organized my calories, as usual. Had a mini-binge of these "crepe" cookie things today (Thanks Lewis!). Thankfully, I don't know the calories, and I think it's these mini-"binges" I've incorporated that keeps my body from absolute starvation. I feel guilty about it, but I know it's okay. It's wrong, because I shouldn't have to sneak food like that, but if I saw it in my food log, I'd totally freak.

I'd bet...160 calories, 8 fat, 3 sat, 18 carb, 1 fiber, 2 protein.

*gets box*

Cripes, crazy French imports. They have it for 100 grams, but the box weighs 90 and contains to packages. Ah. And you KNOW I'm calculating it now.

Amount Per Serving

Calories	238.5
Calories from Fat	114.3
Fat	12.7	g	20	%
Saturated Fat	0.0	g	0	%
Polyunsaturated Fat	0.0	g
Monounsaturated Fat	0.0	g
Cholesterol	0.0	mg	0	%
Sodium	0.0	mg	0	%
Potassium	0.0	mg	0	%
Carbohydrate	28.5	g	10	%
Dietary Fiber	0.0	g	0	%
Protein	2.6	g	5	%
Alcohol	0.0	g

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how deep my neuroses go. Jesus. I know I'm nuts. At least it's more fat than carbs. I malabsorb fat. So I'm cool with that.

Oh, FYI - why crazy French Imported Crepe Dentelles? Well, my cousin Lewis works in fine/gourmet food importing. And he sent me a present. He's also post gastric-bypass. And I owe him some stuff. We'll leave it at that. Let's just say intense crazy in my family IS a genetic trait. Also in the box is some truffle oil and other yummy looking things.

So today I was supposed to have lunch and Old Navy with Melissa. She cancelled last minute, and I took it as a sign I should rest.

Eh. I bought a nightstand of Craigslist, grocery shopped, medical supply (hip stuff), Cost Plus (yay for mini sugar free Torani!), Tuesday Morning (stupid shop, but I got some cheap kitchen supplies), almost bought a car (via the work I do for Dad), fixed the cable, looked for more cars to flip, and cooked dinner.

I'm now "resting" until my Dad and I leave for "Angels and Demons". Figured it's good for me to rest, right?

He wants to me to just pop Vicodin, but I know I'm better than that. I'm not being a martyr, not my style. But it does make me irritable and constipated, and really - that's me naturally, I don't need the help!

Tomorrow, I rest. End of story. I'm going to Deb's for the day, where I'll play with the kitty Zander and just chill and maybe play some Wii. And then go to Target. I mean, I'm THERE...