I Speak With the Tongue of a Thousand White-Hot Lies!

Today my dad called and asked if Z. and I would like to meet up for lunch. Since Dad is all about the spoiling of the Zweeble, that meant one thing: McDonald's.

Now, I am actually trying to eat better. It's a process, I admit. But I don't really like McDonald's that much to begin with (why do Chicken McNuggets taste kind of like movie theater butter?), so I decided I'd just get a drink and not eat anything. Except then Dad was delayed by traffic backups due to an accident, so by the time we met up I was starving.

Anyway, this is not actually about my having eaten three chicken strips (not McNuggets, I have learned that disturbing lesson) and a handful of french fries (that don't really taste like anything). No, this is about something else.

Okay, we all know fast food is going to kill every person in the First World and probably half the people in the Second because it's fabricated food full of god knows what. Eating it makes you gain weight, makes you unhealthy, and so on. But I've never seen anyone complain about this: I don't know if it's the tons of salt in the stuff, or if it's the salt combined with something else, but whenever I eat at a fast-food place, an hour or so later I crave sugar like you would not believe. Right now, I want chocolate in the worst way. It's like a pregnancy craving combined with PMS and multiplied by 100.

So not only does fast food itself make you gain weight, it makes you want to eat other foods that, in excess, will make you gain weight. And it makes you want to eat a lot of them. Or it does me, anyway.

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I'm back to debating music class. On the one hand, I don't know if Z. is as into it as he used to be, and all but two of the kids in class are younger than he is. On the other hand, he is much more into this CD than any of the others since the first one we got and he loves the teacher.

We've pretty much decided it's time for daycare/preschool--I think he needs more stimulation than I can give him here (like, other kids to play with), and we can use the money I could make if I had a few extra hours to myself during the week. When, exactly, is dependent on a number of factors, but it'll be later this year.

Okay, somehow that ties in with music class--I guess I'm now wondering if he needs it, once he's in daycare a couple days a week. I'm also wondering if maybe a different class would be an idea--they have dance classes and I think they have karate for kids his age.

I have no idea what I'll decide, but we'll see.

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Finished Livinia by Ursula LeGuin, which was really good. It reminded me a little, in tone, of Until We Have Faces by CS Lewis. I also read Sacred by Dennis Lehane, and I liked it a lot. Shutter Island was, um, well ... it wasn't all that great. But I like the other stuff I've read of his quite a lot.

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I had a ZQOTD, but my BlackBerry battery died and I didn't get it written down. Curses!

For my birthday, I got some money. (and a massage, but that's a whole other thing.)

(The people across the street keep coming home at 10 or 11 at night with their truck radio playing so loud it sounds like the thing is playing in the living room, and I am not exaggerating--and my ire is not lessened by the fact that tonight the featured band is the Red Hot Chili Peppers. TURN IT DOWN!)

So I bought myself season 3 of Doctor Who. "57 academics just punched the air!"

Anyway, I was looking over the next couple of days, and on into the weekend, and I realized that I won't have much chance to watch the DVDs until the weekend, when I am buried in work ... but what a really nice and non-caloric reward for working they will be!

I'm trying to kind of watch what I eat, but with the birthday and my just being sloth-like about it the week before that, I've not been doing so well lately. And I can tell--heartburn, I thought we'd parted ways when the Zweeble was born! Damn!--and it's time to start being strict again.

Exercise is really the thing that's driving me nuts. I like to do it, mostly, but there really has been no chance for about five days. Which makes me feel like a slacker. Sure, I have a two-year-old and last week was full of doctor's appointments and a kitchen that was growing an ecosystem in the sink, plus work and music class ... but if I wasn't such a lame-o I could totally train for a marathon.

Whatever. I lost 5 pounds and am now sitting there. That's okay for a little bit.

Bleah, food and weight and stuff. Last night I re-watched the Shakespeare episode of Doctor Who and the night before it was "Blink," which is still pretty creepy and one of the best time travel stories ever. So, yay. New Lost tomorrow night. Saw the last hour or so of Battlestar Galactica, liked that everything went straight to hell all of a sudden, and then was not entirely sure if the ending worked or not ... ( having thought a little more )

Okay. Bed.