* One big(ish) bowl of wheaties
* Two handfuls of chashews
* One small piece of chicken
* half of an apple
* two crackers with a little bit of low-fat cream cheese
* the equivalent of two PB&J sandwiches (mine and the leftovers of Jane and Danin)
* one plate of spaghetti leftovers (again)
* one piece of toast
* a bite of cereal

Oh, and I drink water. Pretty much just water.

Yeah, this has GOT to help me lose weight. I find myself always being a little bit hungry. I really feel like if I can just program myself to stop eating before I feel stuffed, I’ll lost weight because I’ll be eating less. I don’t know. We’ll see.

Oh, and yesterday at the gym I got a better workout than usual (and certainly better than I was planning on), because I just happened to pick the worst part of the gym in which to work out–right next to a personal trainer. Apparently, he couldn’t bear to witness such a pathetic work-out, so he took it upon himself to advise me on how to beef it up a bit. Really, though, it was good for me. I mean, people who have more money than me pay for that kind of service. And my arms have been sore today and that’s always a good sign. But anyway…

You now what word seriously drives me crazy? Wriggle. Really? Wiggle isn’t good enough? And you want to know what wriggle means? It means wiggle. Why in the heck do we have two words that mean exactly the same thing and are spelled almost identically–except for that annoying little ‘r.’ I know it sounds weird, but it is seriously difficult for me to even say it when I come across it while reading. It’s almost like it makes my mouth uncomfortable or something–it’s hard to explain…
I better go to bed.