No, this is not the log of the SNL character on Sprockets of "Touch my monkey" fame. That's me. The gal on a diet. And so far so good. I followed the instructions pretty much to a T yesterday. Since I don't know the meaning of a balanced meal, I sort of winged it for dinner. I made a chicken breast quesadilla on whole wheat, soft taco sized tortillas, a 1/2 cup serving of black beans, and about a dozen slices of cucumber seasoned with salt and pepper. Washed it down with an Arizona Diet Green Tea and called it a night as far as eating goes. I also did just as I said would and went on a 45-minute, brisk walk right after work. Gawl dangit I love me some fall weather. Frankly, I can't think of anything better.
You may be asking how I could take a walk after work if I have class on Monday nights. Well, Vehicular is being troublesome and costly. For about a week now she's been making popping sounds when she turns or goes over rough terrain (a.k.a. bumpy streets, not off-roading). I didn't want to chance being stranded out in the dark, agricultural fields of Camarillo, risking confrontations with wild beasts such as coyotes and/or independent bunnies so I didn't go. Sue me.
This morning I'm off to a great start. Woke up at 6 a.m. and did my 40-minutes of DVD exercise. Had my cereal and a banana. Dropped off Vehicular. And now I'm at the office. I guess I should gt to work. What a novel idea, eh?