Soda record.

I had no soda of any kind this weekend, despite the fact that I wanted it. In fact, I didn't have it on Friday either. I have a liter of flat 7up in the house that's being poured down the drain today. This is not to say I won't break down and have a soda in the next day or so, but one once a week is well within my acceptable range.

So. 3 days without. I rock.

We'll see how long I can hold out. :)

Urp.

Well, that was probably the least nutritious dinner I've had in some time. I'm dealing with reflux tonight and it hurts, and I've got craving stuff going on, so I gave in and got a coke (and they're now officially off-limits until next Sunday/Monday). I also picked up instant mashed potatoes given my awful carb cravings... I'm serious, man. Sugary stuff, bread, everything in the grocery store that was even close to a simple carb was setting me off. It was unreal. When I got home I'd almost resolved not to fix it, but then I saw the package of brown sugar and was prepared to just dive in. Bloody hell, man. I did not, but for a moment I wanted to.

I added in some packaged grilled chicken strips for protein and voila! Dinner. It's the same stuff I ate during my pregnancy, when this kind of thing was all I could keep down. So sad. I'm going to have to have some fruit or something tonight just to try to even it all out.

That said, I do feel better now.

*shakes head at self*

What the hell.

It is deeply wrong that a 60-second clip of a John Cusack performance from a movie I've never seen can move me to tears. Or at least it's really unfair, as I hate crying over movies. There's very few actors that can do that to me. Tonight on "In the Actor's Studio" it was proved that he could.

I think for Christmas I want dinner and conversation with John Cusack. That's not too much to ask, right? :)