I've been so busy with moving stuff that I forgot to mention the fact that I am on a diet now. Yep, me, the die-hard food lover, on a diet. The South Beach Diet, to be more accurate. I'm on day 3 of the 2-week induction phase and, to put it plainly, it's hell. No bread, no baked goods, no fruit, no dairy, no candy of any kind - mainly just vegetables, lean protein and cheese. If I never see another string cheese stick again it will be too soon. I don't know what it is about those mozzarella sticks - I just can't get with them. I've eaten 3 so far and I hate them. HATE them. I only dislike the hard-boiled eggs slightly less than the cheese.


Combine this with the fact that I can't actually cook anything because all my dishes and pots are packed away, and the result is me ordering a grilled chicken sandwich at McD's and taking the bun off.


Ah well...at least I can have scrambled eggs for breakfast. Mmm.

Jen from nowhere @ 8:29 AM

Moving sucks. It really just sucks the big one. Seriously.


First there's that period where you go through your closets and cabinets and weed out all the junk that you don't really want. You hold up a pair of cutoffs from 1989 and wonder why they didn't make it into the Goodwill bag 7 years ago. You sort through old cards and notes and decide what's meaningless enough to toss and what you can't bear to part with. Usually the latter category ends up having more stuff.


Then there's the boxing up of said junk and the requisite multiple trips to Goodwill, where the attendant comes out with his shopping cart and watches as you unload your old stuffed Snoopy, your too-small skirts, the cat toys your cats never played with.


Then there's the hard part - the packing. The quest for boxes begins, usually resulting in nothing more than a few flimsy paper towel boxes from the loading dock of Wal-Mart. Then there's the trip to Office Depot to invest in a few pricey yet sturdy boxes.


And after that, you start determining exactly what can be packed and what you have to leave out until the last second, because of course you're going to need toilet paper. You start pondering the merits of plastic utensils and TV dinners, which are really cool because they come packaged in their own little dish.


Your cats begin walking around the place with a kind of mystified look on their faces, wondering where their favorite collapsible chair went. You spend your free time making lists and calling various toll-free numbers to change your magazine subscriptions. It's all very time-consuming.


And when it's finally over, the last trinket put away in its brand-new home, you step back, sigh, and feel triumphant for having completed this gargantuan process. And you hope to God that you never have to do it again. But somewhere, in the back of your mind, you know you will.

Jen from nowhere @ 11:29 AM