Still at 131, even without the macaroni

Not surprisingly, Mdme. R was correct, and you really shouldn't eat one huge supper a day and expect to lose weight, because you don't lose weight. Of course that wasn't my plan, sometimes life just gets ahead of you (or me, at least).

I had a huge, honking salad last night for supper. Romaine lettuce, a roasted pepper, cherry tomatoes and 1 1/2 potatoes. Would have been the ideal weight-loss meal, except there was a certain amount of creamy dressing involved. (Caesar dressing is to salad what my husband's vasectomy is to sex -- Quite simply IT MAKES IT AWESOME!) So this morning, despite having resisted the delicious macaroni I made for the kids, I still weighed 131 pounds.

On the up side, Tim and I were so sick that we stayed in bed until 10:00 a.m. How is being sick a good thing, you ask? Because I did not eat the entire time I was in bed! I wasn't even hungry! That's what's called a "silver lining," folks.

Of course, our poor children, having subsisted on fruit all morning, were pretty hungry. At lunchtime I heated up the leftover macaroni for them, which looked just as good to me today as it did last night.

And here's why I hate dieting: If I hadn't overindulged at various times in the past, I could have just heated up the macaroni, eaten with the crew and called it a day. Instead, I had to boil and peel two damned eggs, cut up another roasted pepper, and worst of all, clean the damned lettuce. I coupled this with the rest of the roasted tomatoes and potatoes from last night. Another large salad, but smaller than last night's, and with much less dressing than last night. It was AWESOME, but more of a "quickie" awesome, than a "Oh my god, who would have thought it could be that good?" awesome, if you get my drift. Now, at 4:30, I am starving again.

So, I'm going to have some almonds and raisins WITHOUT chocolate chips (Weep! Wail! Gnash my teeth!). I am going to measure them with a measuring cup, because I have found in the past that I am chronically dishonest about what a fourth cup really looks like in a bowl. I will not be too proud to really pack those buggers into the measuring cup, however. It will be the heaviest one fourth cup of raisins ever measured, in all likelihood. I am not going to go so far as to grind them in the cuisinart, which would allow them to be packed even more densely, but I obviously have considered it.

Tune in tomorrow to hear whether Big K gets her husband to rent the new "Karate Kid" movie, and more importantly, whether they have. . . MOVIE SNACKS!