What I Did This Weekend

Scrubbed grout out of my bathtub
Did 4 loads of laundry
Had disappointing meal at California Pizza Kitchen
Started watching the first season of Nip/Tuck
Saw Semi-Pro; it was semi-okay
Took Brody for a walk in the rain
Received a text from that Jason guy
Started shopping for a new computer
Pigged out at Perkins
Pigged out on greasy food from Santana's
Thought about working out
Decided to forgo working out in favor of a three hour nap
Got a lecture on the importance of a 401(k) by parents
Replenished my diet soda supply
Watched Marley play inside a paper bag for hours
Spent $54 on a tank of gas
Watched a couple episodes of Lipstick Jungle (so far, not impressed nor entertained, prefer Cashmere Mafia)
Slept in 'til noon

Sounds enthralling, huh?

p.s. This morning I've learned Mrs. Boris was out of town last evening as Curly Sue and co-workers went out to the bar and then back to the Boris residence for the after-bar. Details to follow.

Pouch Be Gone

I've got this wedding coming up. I tried on my bridesmaid dress last weekend only to realize that directly below the hanging ivory sash accentuates my FUPA (Fat Upper Pelvic Area). My pouch, if you will. Seriously. I'm slumped over in my chair right now to avoid overhang. For the record, I am not calling myself "fat" (I know better, people throw a fit) but I could stand to drop 5-10 pounds.

I can certainly afford to cut back on my portion sizes. It's no secret that I have a hearty appetite, as my family and friends can attest to. Particularly when it comes to pasta which I have been eating by the mound fulls lately (not mouth, mound). And I don't quit eating when I'm full. I intentionally make more than I can eat -- I like food way too much. I've never tried to diet. The thought alone makes me cranky but I've decided I should at least make an effort to eat healthier, smaller portions. Baby steps.