I Like 2010 Already!

I hope you all had a lovely evening last night! I know I sure did. I rang in the New Year at a new friend's house; she's an event planner, so there was quite a spread, and plenty to enjoy...artisan chocolates, veggies with exquisite dips, sausage balls, cheesecake bites, and Lil Smokeys cookin' in a crockpot all night long. I definitely drank my share of Danger Punch (1 part vanilla vodka, 2 parts pineapple juice, 1 part champagne, all parts delicious), and laughed so hard I almost peed when the hostess walked straight through the screen door in front of the entire party. Apparently, she had had some Danger Punch, herself. I haven't eaten Lil Smokeys in some years, and man...they were good. I'm 98% vegetarian, and I most certainly got my 2% fill last night. All the nitrates and pig hooves a girl needs to start the year off right.

I won't even attempt to track what I ate yesterday...it was too much, and a lot of sugar and fat, and I enjoyed every last bite of it. Tomorrow, however, begins a new-ish regiment. Back to my morning smoothies--vanilla soy powder, fish oil, a frozen banana, either frozen peaches, blueberries or strawberries, and some pomegranate juice. They are delicious, and get me going better than any other brekkie. Lunch times will likely be tuna with Reduced Fat Wheat Thins, and dinner will be a salad with some kind of protein. Game ON.

This is the diet I adhered to strictly for 10 months post-op, and it worked like a dream. No refined sugar/high fructose corn syrup, and no alcohol. That's it. Seems easy. Feels hard. Will be great. In two weeks.

Happy 2010! This year is the one, ladies and gent! I can tell already!

(And now I am off to get one last snack batch of caramel/cheddar popcorn...my Achilles heel, these days. Gotta send myself off right. And I don't even feel bad about it.)

6 holiday parties down, none to go.

Well, I have certainly had my fill of holiday fare. As much as I have enjoyed myself, I'm glad the orgy of rich food is (mostly) concluded. So long, swedish meatballs. Goodbye, finger cookies. Adios, liquor-laced egg nog. 'Til next year...except next year, I won't eat like it's going out of style.

With this impending January 2nd sugar cessation deadline, I have been running unchecked...which is somewhat flawed logic, but it felt like a fitting bon voyage. Frankly, I'm excited at the challenge of no sugar once again. I did it before, and I can do it again, dammit! The only thing that has me twitchy in the slightest is giving up the alcohol. I really and truly don't drink much, but when I do...boy, do I enjoy it. Oh, white wine...sweet white wine, how I love thee. (sigh) She'll be missed. And I'll be a cheap date, once again.

I'm anxiously awaiting my return to the swimming pool, as well. Swimming makes me feel so, so good. Sometimes, after doing the freestyle for an hour, I get out of the pool and have to just kinda hang out in the locker room for a while before driving away...I guess it's the same as a runners high. Any which way, it's somewhat intoxicating, and it makes me feel giddy.

My goal is to look as good as Mariska Hargitay in a tank top. Granted, my bat wings will either flap away forever, or I'll have to have them surgically removed, but I'll still look hot with my toned arms and my ripped back.

2010...it's the year for Big Changes, Big Moves, Big Accomplishments. I can't wait. Bring it, '10! I'm ready for ya.