Day Four

January 10, 2009

Today D and I packed up our lunch (I use that word loosely) and headed over to San Francisco for a 5-6 mile walk, starting in Crissy Field, up the hill, across the Golden Gate Bridge and back again. A nice walk for two girls whose entire calorie intake each day is 20 calories less than one tall Starbuck’s White Hot Chocolate Whipped/Breve Milk.  The day was gorgeous but crisp enough that instead of eating my frozen orange cream slushie (diet orange soda, vanilla powder) on the water’s edge with everyone else we hunkered down in the car for lunch. Not such a bad thing given that everyone and their mother were eating steaming hot dogs with grilled onions from the “Let’s Be Frank” cart. I’m convinced when the taste buds are deprived they send a message to the smell center to go to high alert. The smell was insane and I swear I could smell those onions a mile away.

Mommy.

Here’s a fact you might not know my friends. When you don’t shop for groceries, cook food, eat food, or clean up from cooking and eating food, you have a lot more hours in the day. D and I have a lot of extra time these days and so this evening while I spent a ridiculous amount of time organizing my collection of Pez candy dispensers, D watched a Competitive Food Eating Contest on the Food Network. If I’m lying, I’m dying. The show’s on right now and the sight of these chuckleheads cramming water dipped buns and hot dogs down their gullet is about the most  unappealing thing I’ve ever seen. Okay, maybe a video documentary on the poor schleps who scoop up road kill might be worse but it would be close. Real close.

Postscript: Tonight my shake was so thick that I poured it into a bowl I removed from the dishwasher (thinking it was clean!). A few minutes ago when D picked up my bowl to take into the kitchen she looked cautiously at the bowl and then at me.

“You didn’t eat your shake in this bowl, did you?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Uhhh. When I was washing the cat food bowls I emptied their food into this one. I hadn’t washed it yet.”

Okay. My shake had cat food crumbs in it. Cat food crumbs from a bowl where the slobbery mouths of two cats who lick every inch of their furry bodies incessantly had lingered over.

That’s worse than the hot dog stuffed faces and road kill on so many levels.

Posted in Fitness and Exercise, Liquid Fast