It's a slippery slope

I am fighting an internal, invisible enemy today: Hunger.

Hunger and I have not had a substantial clash since way back in October before I started Atkins. Atkin’s allowed to me to re-gain the power struggle I had previously lost with Hunger by providing me with the weapon of balanced blood sugar levels.

However, last night I made a terrible strategic move by eating garlic mashed potatoes. While they were delicious and I enjoyed every bite, the high-carb slip has cost me heavy losses in artillery. Hunger immediately went on an offensive attack. I have been able to hold it at bay, but not easily.

Hunger began its assault when I woke up and continued past breakfast. It then recruited an ally in the form of a co-worker’s chocolate cake, but fortunately my troops stayed strong and the aggressive front switched in my favour after my club salad at lunch. Hunger has since gone on the defensive, but I’m not out of the woods yet.

I have faith that fear will make me brave and keep me strong. Wish me luck.

I'm saving up for a nose job

*Watch the picture closely.* Don't miss the before and after.

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Breakfast Grill isn't enough for dinner

I’ve always prided myself in being a responsible drinker. Coming from a family of heavy drinkers, I like the fact that I can drink moderately… or a lot… and not do anything too stupid or embarrassing.

That all changed on New Year’s Eve.

On the way down to Ange and Kelsey’s, David and I stopped at Wendy’s for dinner. Unfortunately it was closed, but I was SO excited to get my party on and play Dance Dance Revolution that we didn’t bother looking for another place to eat. Upon arriving at the party scene, I whipped up some bean dip whilst imbibing my first drink: vodka/water garnished with berries.

Classy, right? Not for long.

I happened to have some Breakfast Grill (Turkey’n’Bacon) in a cooler in the car. (Hey, a low-carb girl has to come prepared.) Andrea baked about six slices for me and after I was finished eating them, I was full. What I didn’t know was that I was actually full of vodka/water and not enough food.

As the night progressed, I can honestly say I only remember bits and pieces. This is very bad, because I know I had lots and lots of fun. I remember:

• sucking at Dance Dance (but still loving it of course);
• playing a kick-ass game of Cranium Pop 5 and giving and receiving lots of high fives;
• missing the countdown by a couple minutes but doing a half-assed “Happy New Year”-now-make-out-with-your-date episode;
• meeting someone who looked like Clay Aiken and who couldn’t get over how tall I was;
• speaking to Craig on the phone but having a hard time getting the words out in an audible manner, so passing the phone on to someone else;
• getting trapped in Ange’s bathroom because I was opening the door the wrong way;
• slipping sideways on the kitchen floor and hitting the ground really hard;
• crawling into bed only to find the heat suffocating, then;
• going to the bathroom and getting sick.

It was inevitable. I’m going to get graphic here… it was pure water/vodka. So clear I could see the bottom of the toilet. The only bit of food present was a few berries for garnish. Not so classy now, right?

I don’t even want to know what David thought of me. I guess that’s the risk you take when the first time someone sees you drunk you're at a New Year’s Party and you haven't eaten a proper dinner. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Out of pure fright and shame, I am not looking forward to seeing the night's pictures. But I will post them here, anyway. Stay tuned.

Props to Ange & Kelsey for throwing such a wicked party. Despite my embarrassment, I had loads of fun. You guys rock.

Cheers to a great 2007!