Sorry…

I haven’t written on here in awhile. Been rather busy with websites and such!

Interesting development: For the past couple of weeks, I have been drinking real creme soda without knowing it!

Let me start this the right way. Picture it: Murrieta, September 2010. My boyfriend buys diet creme soda, wanting to try it. He takes a can, and doesn’t like it, so he asks me if I want it. I never thought about diet creme soda before, because I thought it would taste like “diet” things do. I decided to try one anyway, and lo and behold, it tasted great! So I slowly drank the rest of the soda in the box.

A couple days later, I ask my boyfriend to pick up more. He only can find the 6-packs, so he brings one home. I drink it, mmm! Still tastes great, right? Never once did I really look at the label, I mean he only drinks diet soda and has for the past 10 years, so he should know what’s diet and not, right?!

Well, today I went with him to the store and I picked up two cases of it – I don’t drink it much, kinda a treat for me, so it will last awhile – however, I picked up the regular creme soda by accident and did not notice until we were further down the aisle near where the diet drinks are. I look over, and I see diet creme soda. I think, “Why do they have the same soda in two pla- Wait a minute!” I look at the cases in my cart, and there are no diet designations on them. They are regular creme soda! I’m thinking again, and I notice that both the diet and regular cases are ridiculously similar, both white packaging, only the diet package’s colors are more of a golden brown than the regular drink’s. Unless you were really looking out for it, you’d never know. Very shady, Shasta!

So here I am, standing in the middle of the aisle. I ask my boyfriend if he noticed that both varieties look almost the same. He did not notice, so I said, “Wouldn’t it really suck if I’ve been drinking regular this whole time, claiming that it’s diet that tastes amazing?!” We both kinda laughed about it, and I put back the regular and got the diet.

I’m home, and it’s 1AM. Doing design work and drinking oil – grapeseed oil, that is – and I decide to get a drink. I open a can of the diet soda, take one taste, and…it’s disgusting! So yes, I was drinking regular this whole time, thinking that it was the best diet drink EVER! GAH!

Well, Tina, I guess I figured out why I’ve only been losing one pound recently, hmm?! And I’ll go back to water only, seeing as how my first deviation from the norm has ended in disaster. So frustrating because I was so excited that I’d FINALLY found a diet drink I like… 😦

Oh, well. Back to coding websites!

“Can You Please Buy Me Some Cheesy Poofs…?”

My boyfriend came home from work about 9PM yesterday, and I really wanted a cheeseburger, some pizza, or cheesy poofs. I decided that the cheesy poofs were small so that would be the lesser of three evils.

He said, “Aren’t you on a diet?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want real food!”

“Well, I’m tired and it’s been a long day…why don’t you go get something to eat yourself?”

“I’m not wearing any shoes!”

I was also thinking, Tina probably has my mugshot posted in every fast food joint in SoCal, with the caption “Do not feed! She is  supposed to be on a diet, so if she asks for anything with a bun or fries, JUST SAY NO!”, so maybe it’s not a good idea to be seen in public asking for a large fry and double cheeseburger.

But the bottom line is, I didn’t get any non-diet food.

I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that this diet isn’t about moderation in the first stages, because I could definitely moderate some cheesy poofs right about now…mmm cheesy poofs…

Dialogue between my over-fed brain and my logic:

Brain: Come on, one cheesy poof won’t hurt, right?!

Logic: Not today, but it will tomorrow when you weigh in…

Brain: Well, this is today, so let’s get some poofs…oops, I mean just one!

Logic: Aha, YOU LIE!

Brain: I don’t know what you’re talking – wait, see? Your old pal Stomach is growling!

Stomach: FEED ME, SEYMOUR!

Brain: See, he’s so hungry, he’s delirious!

Logic: I can’t; you’re on a structured eating plan, and…

Stomach: I DON’T CARE! FEED ME!!!

Logic: Brain, if you’d shut up, Stomach would be fine right now. Look what you did!

Brain: Once again, I don’t know what you’re talking about, so I’m ignoring you now. Sam, foodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfood…

Me: Stop it!

Brain: Well, since I can’t have what I really want, I’ll torture you instead!

See what I have to deal with? Sigh.