I woke up ravenous this morning. So I head to the kitchen only to discover that my evil twin did the grocery shopping last week. My Fruit Loops had been replaced with Cheerios, my Pop-Tarts with rice cakes. I hate when that happens. Note to self; Don’t go grocery shopping the same day you discover that a third skirt won’t button because of the four-pounds you’ve gained since Christmas.
Okay. That’s a lie. I think I’ve now gained eight. I quit smoking in May. I just didn’t mention it in case I fell off the tobacco wagon. But on Aug. 6th, it’ll be 90 days (and four pounds) since my last cigarette.
So, I guess I’m just going to have to step up to the plate and start excersising vigorously jogging walking every day now and then. Obviously dancing in my chair while I work isn’t burning enough calories for my new non-smoking metabolism.
The good news is that garden is now supplying fresh (low-cal) veggies.
I don’t know how it happened, but we planted enough yellow squash to feed the entire county. Either the nursery mislabeled the plants, or we both grabbed them and didn’t take inventory. We may have to start hiding them in peoples cars when the stop to visit.
I’ve been sauteing them in olive oil with some fresh garlic and chopped onion, but after eating them nearly every day this week, Mr. Kewlstuff is starting to roll his eyes. If you have any good recipes, or know how I can hide it in other foods, I’d love to hear about it.
