A slightly gusty day of March bearing somewhat cloudy skies of the year in the 21st century, or
March 9th, 2011, or
3/9/11, or,
quite simply,
Wednesday.
Days until convention (Not counting today): 100. Huh. Wouldja lookat that.
Breakfast -
Low quality cafeteria muck is the usual.
*I grabbed the black plastic plate that bore grits mixed in with pepper, watery scrambled eggs, and a dry breakfast biscuit.
*Only the eggs and the biscuit were finished.
*I also had a cold carton of chocolate milk.
Result: Okay, eggs are protein and energy.. I need that in the morning. Biscuit was probably unnecessary and likely didn't do much more than fill the stomach and eventually turn into fat. I could skip the biscuit.
Lunch -
* Apple
* Banana
* Wheaty nutrition crackers
Result: Not much to say here besides "Don't fixate your stare on your friend's Subway sandwich too intensely."
Dinner (Otherwise known as, "The time of the day where dietary efforts go to hell") -
*Sigh*
* Half of a can of clam chowder
* Roughly an eighth of a loaf of french bread
* Two servings of honey and bunches frozen yogurt
Results: I'd give myself a frowny face sticker if I had one.
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Notes/comment/observations/harsh admonishments about the belly:
Not fat. But it certainly sticks out. De-e-e-finitely would not wear the super tight minidress out in public in this state. XP 100 days to work on it. . .
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