Update
I found this: Click here! This is funny! Honest!
Thanks to whoever left it on my computer at work. Although if whoever is leaving me things at work knows I'm writing this while I'm at work...oops.
Read on....
Aaaaaaaaaaah! It is completely impossible for me to be on a diet. Aaaaaaaaah!
Im going to preface this post by saying I know my going off my diet is my own fault. I just want to illustrate who much the cards are stacked against me.
Lets start with the fact I work in a Mexican caf. Even with special orders, we have basically two dishes without cheese or beef in them. But Pomfelo, why dont you just go out to eat, you ask? Where were located, the only other restaurants in the area is our other cheese filled restaurants!
I was doing alright this past week. I basically had the same grilled chicken dish eight day in a row, but I was doing okay. (Thats a big deal when you work in a caf our size.) Anyways, my Dad comes up to me (I work for my family), and says he wants me to sit in on this meeting with him. Hes trying to schmooze some guy, and he wants me to be his yes man and be charming, or as such.
Of course the gentleman we are going to talk to is a restaurateur, and its going to be a lunch meeting. And its an old school steak house. No problem, right? Everybody has grilled chicken.
We get there, and the guy were trying not to offend is so happy to see us, that hes going to take care of everything. Hes even said he would order for us. How bad could it be? The appetizer was a fucking fried pork chop! Why the hell would you fry a pork chop? Fuck bitch damn hell!
I just feel fat and bloated today. Blah.
I completely forgot I was going to change my alias. I may change it to SimplySquishy or MrSquishington. I havent decided yet.
I found this: Click here! This is funny! Honest!
Thanks to whoever left it on my computer at work. Although if whoever is leaving me things at work knows I'm writing this while I'm at work...oops.
Read on....
Aaaaaaaaaaah! It is completely impossible for me to be on a diet. Aaaaaaaaah!
Im going to preface this post by saying I know my going off my diet is my own fault. I just want to illustrate who much the cards are stacked against me.
Lets start with the fact I work in a Mexican caf. Even with special orders, we have basically two dishes without cheese or beef in them. But Pomfelo, why dont you just go out to eat, you ask? Where were located, the only other restaurants in the area is our other cheese filled restaurants!
I was doing alright this past week. I basically had the same grilled chicken dish eight day in a row, but I was doing okay. (Thats a big deal when you work in a caf our size.) Anyways, my Dad comes up to me (I work for my family), and says he wants me to sit in on this meeting with him. Hes trying to schmooze some guy, and he wants me to be his yes man and be charming, or as such.
Of course the gentleman we are going to talk to is a restaurateur, and its going to be a lunch meeting. And its an old school steak house. No problem, right? Everybody has grilled chicken.
We get there, and the guy were trying not to offend is so happy to see us, that hes going to take care of everything. Hes even said he would order for us. How bad could it be? The appetizer was a fucking fried pork chop! Why the hell would you fry a pork chop? Fuck bitch damn hell!
I just feel fat and bloated today. Blah.
I completely forgot I was going to change my alias. I may change it to SimplySquishy or MrSquishington. I havent decided yet.
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Don't give up on your diet just yet. I too am going through the same thing. I've cut down portion sizes, do sit-ups, and hit the heavy-bag every night now. Plus, I have a huge fucking yard to mow.
Also, I've designated Sunday as my day to eat whatever I want, within reason. It's not like all potato chip day or anything, but I'll go for that pasta dish I've been craving.
Good luck.
[Edited on Jul 14, 2004 2:07PM]