Now I want to go to Greece...

In honor of the incredible fun I just had watching Mamma Mia I present the songs that my nine year old self played over and over and over again singing at the top of my lungs. I don't understand why my mom never broke the 45s.

George of the Jungle should have been 3D...

I saw Journey to the Center of the Earth in 3D today. It was super fun. The parts where stuff jumped out at you were good but the scenery in 3D was the best part. Some scenes were really gorgeous. Plus, I had forgotten what a huge crush I have on Brendan Fraser. Such a cutie. Now I need to dig out my George of the Jungle or The Mummy tapes.

Ever since they opened the Rave Theater in Town Square I've been going to the movies like crazy. Next week Mamma Mia! Meryl Streep sings ABBA!! Hopefully I'll be able to get to my theater through all the Batman people.

Qu'est-ce que c'est?...

As I mentioned before, I'm trying to lose weight. I haven't told anyone at work though because I don't want a bunch of discussion about everything I put in my mouth. About thirty minutes ago someone called up and said that fancy cupcakes were delivered downstairs. I didn't go down to get one. Then that person called again to ask why I didn't come down to get a cupcake. Then someone emailed me about how great the cupcakes were and why wasn't I coming down for one. And then someone came by my desk and asked why I didn't want a cupcake because they were so delicious. It's diet torture and I can't even get mad at them because they don't know I'm on a diet.

Mmmm...cupcakes.

Update: The person that came by my desk earlier to tell me how great the cupcakes were just brought the box with the last two cupcakes to my desk, put it right in front of me and said if I didn't want one they were throwing them away. I said no. They looked pretty good, too. Because of my awesome willpower two cupcakes are in the garbage. I'm a cupcake killer.

Summer at the Bellagio...

I totally want to learn how to bend a bullet...

Wanted rocks.

That's all I had to say.

I just want my butt to fit in every theater seat...

So I started a diet of sorts this week. Nothing too terribly strict. More veggies & fish and no frozen, fast & junk food. I’m really committed to getting down to my goal weight this time. (Which I’ll just say is a looong way from my weight now and leave it at that.) So what should happen today? The receptionist calls to tell me that a vendor has brought over four heaping baskets full of snack cakes and donuts and all manner of dietbusting whatnot for the office to try. Oh well, it’s a good test of willpower I suppose. Lunchtime should be fun with everybody snacking away around me.

Completely by coincidence, I happened upon the Fat Acceptance movement on the internet. So I’ve spent the past couple of days reading about how all diets fail and if I do lose weight I certainly shouldn’t be congratulated for it because it’s the same as congratulating someone for staying with an abusive husband or trying to “de-gay” themselves. Or something? And I’m just going to gain it all back anyway. And I’m bowing down to the fatists. One blog tells you not to even bother registering if you’re on a diet or are thinking about losing weight on purpose ever. There were some interesting/entertaining blogs out there, though, with some good discussions in the comments. Including the one that doesn’t want me to register. My favorite is called Eat a Cheeseburger. And they talk about eating cheeseburgers a lot. And show pictures of cheeseburgers. Mmmm…cheese and meat and bread all hot and melty and delicious.

Anyway…I’m thinking if my diet can survive staring at free cupcakes the whole lunch hour and two days of reading fat acceptance blogs and people talking about cheeseburgers then I might be in decent shape to succeed