Those of you following my weight loss journey have already had a chance to see my inaugural video diary - whereby I channel the spirit of my alter ego Cam from Modern Family.
Forever, my kind of fabulous.
But what you didn't see was the production that went on behind the scenes.
Much like The Making of Oprah, except shot in my kitchen using a digital camera and minimal production staff - aka The Man I Married - there may or may not have been crazed accusations hurled his way regarding the container of cupcakes I found hiding in the deep freeze, or his inability to stay out of my way as I stuffed myself into the white spandex trac suit.
Further to that, even though the video you've seen was the first one taken, it is possible that at least six more were filmed featuring me in a variety of different outfits (each one worse than the last) - and that by the end of the whole production my husband was hiding in our bedroom afraid to come out.
Begging the question yet again: How am I not divorced?
In other news, it's Monday.
I know. Sorry to disappoint you.
And with it, a whole new week to lay some dieting fabulosity down.
I'm gonna need it.
I posted on Facebook yesterday, "You know you're in trouble when the dog food starts to smell good" - and that pretty much sums up the first two weeks.
You start gung ho - and, feeling like a super hero, convince yourself that "this is easy!" - but by the end of the second week you're having dreams about mushrooms in garlic butter sauce.
Talk about food porn!
My husband told me I muttered "Oh yah baby," several times in my sleep.
Don't even get me started on the Peek Frean shortbread cookies that taunted me from the pantry Saturday night.
I'll save that, though, for another blog.
Until then, onward to a healthy and happy week!
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What's for dinner Monday? Not sure what to cook?
How about a fabulous recipe later today for "Sweet and Sour Spaghetti"
Extra lean ground beef, pineapple, and vegetables simmered in a savoury sweet and sour sauce and served over whole wheat spaghetti or rice make for a tasty and easy weeknight dish.
Forever, my kind of fabulous.
But what you didn't see was the production that went on behind the scenes.
Much like The Making of Oprah, except shot in my kitchen using a digital camera and minimal production staff - aka The Man I Married - there may or may not have been crazed accusations hurled his way regarding the container of cupcakes I found hiding in the deep freeze, or his inability to stay out of my way as I stuffed myself into the white spandex trac suit.
Further to that, even though the video you've seen was the first one taken, it is possible that at least six more were filmed featuring me in a variety of different outfits (each one worse than the last) - and that by the end of the whole production my husband was hiding in our bedroom afraid to come out.
Begging the question yet again: How am I not divorced?
In other news, it's Monday.
I know. Sorry to disappoint you.
And with it, a whole new week to lay some dieting fabulosity down.
I'm gonna need it.
I posted on Facebook yesterday, "You know you're in trouble when the dog food starts to smell good" - and that pretty much sums up the first two weeks.
You start gung ho - and, feeling like a super hero, convince yourself that "this is easy!" - but by the end of the second week you're having dreams about mushrooms in garlic butter sauce.
Talk about food porn!
My husband told me I muttered "Oh yah baby," several times in my sleep.
Don't even get me started on the Peek Frean shortbread cookies that taunted me from the pantry Saturday night.
I'll save that, though, for another blog.
Until then, onward to a healthy and happy week!
***
What's for dinner Monday? Not sure what to cook?
How about a fabulous recipe later today for "Sweet and Sour Spaghetti"
LYNDS...
ReplyDeleteIT'S BEEN SO MUCH FUN CATCHING UP ON ALL OF THE COMMENTS 2DAY, BUT THE, "OH YEAH, BABY!" KNOCKED ME RIGHT SMOOTH OUT ON THE FLOOR!
THEY COULDN'T TELL IF I WAS SERIOUSLY INJURED OR LAFFING HYSTERICALLY AND I
HAD NOT ENUFF O2 2 EXPLAIN IT 2 THEM.
I'M DANGED LUCKY "I'M" NOT ON THE SHRINK'S COUCH....
I KNOW, RIGHT?
YER SPAGHETT LOOKS FABU, AS ALWAYS, AND AS A PARTING WORD, I WAS THINKING THAT IN LIGHT OF THE POOR PB'S TRAUMA EXPERIENCE FROM SHOOTING YER VIDEOS, A SCRIPT 4 SOME XANAX MIGHT B HELPFUL IN GETTING HIM THRU THIS DIARY!
JUS' SAYIN'!
TOWANDA, BABY!
OH yeah Baby! You crack me up. Your posts always make me smile. Great adaption on regular pasta too....mmmm
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