Author: The Jody

Had my first [half] week at the new job. So far so good! I don’t think I’d be saying that if I didn’t have a history with this group and the product – I was able to jump in from minute one because it was like I never left last fall. I’m really enjoying the work so far. Which makes it all great.

On the other hand, I’m sure I can’t judge everything by the first 3 days and I’ll get hit with some stuff that makes me want to scream. But for now, no screaming.

We’re still on the diet. Mr. Dump has lost at least twice what I have (the first 2 weeks they say you’ll lose between 7 and 13 pounds, and he’s at 8 or 9 and I’m at about 4 – which in any other universe would be cause for celebration, but I’m like “only 4 pounds since Monday? What’s wrong!”) but he reminded me that I’m still hypothyroid with a flukey metabolism. So I’m trying to remain upbeat. I also cheated a little on the 4th of July (had a bun with my burger and he didn’t) and I *still* lost 4 pounds total. So, you know…

Tonight we picked up the guidebook that is mostly just massive lists of carb and sugar counts for foods and what phase you can have them in. This is going to be VERY helpful because I have already found a couple of items that I’m going to be adding to the shopping list to break up the salad monotony. Like green olives. I adore them, and they are good to go for phase 1. I’m already looking forward to lunch tomorrow – tuna with regular mayo and green olives. Mmmm. (South Beach says – no reduced fat or calorie mayo or salad dressing. I’m breaking out the Hidden Valley Ranch!)

Mr. Dump and I are giving the South Beach Diet a shot, starting yesterday. I think it’s pretty practical, and I’m hoping the 2 week kickoff period is more painless than I expect it to be. I think I can do it, but it will mean more cooking around this place.

I’m a carb addict. I will not deny it. So that’s a big problem that the next two weeks should address (no carbs). Then in the third week we can add back some “good” carbs. Apples, whole grain stuff. You know, what we *should* be eating. I have already decided that the carb I’m going to add back will be whole grain pasta.
We still have to work out the kinks on things like portions. For lunch I made myself a 2-egg omlette (well, more like scrambled eggs, which I prefer) but I think maybe I should have used 3 eggs.

Anyone else ever do South Beach? Do you have any menu suggestions for phase 1?

If you are shopping for Red Sox shirts at Olympia Sports, and you see one that has the name “Coco” on the back, you might not want to buy it. REAL player shirts have the LAST name, not the first name. Also, those Coco shirts are number 10. The “Crisp” shirts around the corner are number 12.

Boston.com thinks he’s number 12.

So to summarize, right name, wrong number, wrong number, right name.

I have beaten my phone to death. The keyboard is hanging by a thread (or literally, by a thread of gummy glue). There are scratches on the face of it that make it hard to read text at time. It has dents and dings I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy’s car.

But I’ve been holding out, because I kept thinking
a) I can’t afford to replace my phone right now, and
b) maybe the next generation SideKick is coming out soon?

So the next generation SideKick was released this week. Mr. Dump and I figured out that I would get my next thousand hour bonus (a week’s paycheck) by the time the bill for a new phone came in. So I ordered an upgrade to the SideKick 3. This morning, I couldn’t swivel the phone shut. Possibly in protest, I think.

My order is in, but response has been so overwhelming that UPS can’t keep caught up on tracking the damned things for them right now. (On the support boards one person said her phone arrived, was in her hand, but the UPS sight still said it couldn’t track her package.) In the T-Mobile system my order is listed as “pending” which may mean that it went out yesterday. It may mean that it didn’t yet. They couldn’t actually tell me.

You’ll be the first ones to hear about it when it arrives, though. And we’ll have to have a suitable ceremony to lay the old one to rest. I may just keep the falling-out of the phone keyboard just to hang up in my cubicle.

I had a dream that I hooked up with Mark Harmon last night. Excellent dream. He was the 20 years younger version (the current version ain’t bad either) and I guess I was having a good biorhythm day. Or something.

I hope to have a similar dream tonight, with some other ex-People Magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive person. (In my dream, that’s how I justified the rendezvous with whoever was with me. Go me!)

The rest of the dream was just bizarre (like that wasn’t) and involved lost luggage and/or shoes and/or a bicycle at a hotel. I am definitely pro-more Mark Harmon and less lost bicycles. In case Adam is trying to come up with his next poll over at Universal Hub (link is on the right, I’m using my phone to type this).