Dinner? No thanks.

Assembly of the new elliptical/exercise bike is taking a bit longer than anticipated. Christopher encountered a problem with one of the bolts. He explained it to me using terms I didn't understand. I suggested the hammer.

So no exercise = no dinner. And of course tonight I've got the regular fam (mum, sis, step-father), plus 1 auntie staying for summer, one of mum's friends, her son (he's putting the elliptical together), the step-brother (evil), and his son. How the heck am I supposed to skip dinner when they insisted on making barbecued chicken and steaks, served with broccoli, spuds, and all manner of fattening cold salads, to be eaten together as a big happy family? I'll tell you.

Mum starts talking about dinner. Step-dad starts cooking steaks outside, where we're all sitting on the deck.

Mum: "You want a steak or chicken?"

Me: (frown slightly, rub stomach) "I'll pick at the salads maybe. Can you get me an alka-seltzer?"

Mum: "You don't feel well?"

Me: "It was meatball day at work. They are soooo good. Greasy, though. You know how I get with greasy stuff."

Mum: (makes a face) "Meatballs?" (She doesn't like meatballs. Or anything that I say I like)

Me: "They're ridiculous. I think he deep fries them, or something. I got like 5 of them on a sandwich with fried onions."

Mum: "No wonder you feel sick!"

Me: "Yeah, I might just pick at the broccoli and the bread."

Mum: "Probably a good idea. I'll get your alka-seltzer on my way back outside."


I'd like to thank the Academy.

Today, I ate: after everything posted in the previous entry, broccoli (20), 1/2 piece of flatbread (50) with mustard (5). Total of 395.