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Development: I have a new 10s digit on the scale, which means I am within 10 pounds of my goal weight now. Woo!

Annoyingly related: I have a wicked jones on for lemon blueberry pound cake. *facepalm*
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I want pasta. A giant cheesy saucy meaty mess of pasta.

I can make pasta, but my pasta is boring. The only Italian place I've tried and liked in my neighborhood closed. I have no issue with Olive Garden, but the nearest one is out in Kirkland.

WANT PASTA.
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I wake up to loud and thundering music that is blasting up from my bathroom floor and echoing around my apartment. I realize that it's probably coming from the exercise room directly below me, so I sigh, throw on some clothes and go downstairs where, sure enough, three young women are exercising to loud and thundering music. I open the door and have to practically scream to be heard.

"Hi, I live directly upstairs, and your music is really really loud in my apartment."

One of them looks at me, smiles and replies, also having to yell over the music,

"Do you want us to turn it down?"

.... wtf? Nah, I figured I'd just come down here and tell you it's really obnoxiously loud for your information, in case you hadn't already realized. YES, YOU INCONSIDERATE BINT, TURN IT THE HELL DOWN.

They did. I can still hear it, but now it's at appropriately "I live in an apartment and have to expect at least a little bit of noise from other areas in the building" levels rather than "I cannot hear myself think over someone else's ruckus" levels.

In other news, I have a serious jones for apple juice.
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Nrgh.

I got about 45 minutes of sleep last night, best I can tell, because of a debilitating headache that completely scoffed at all attempts at relief, including various combinations of 4 advil, 3 tylenol, propping myself up with pillows instead of lying down, and my husband bringing me cool washcloths to put on my forehead and the back of my neck at 3am and 4am. I finally gave up and got out of bed at 5:15, and as soon as I stopped trying to sleep, the headache started to recede. I dunno if it was a lying-down-exacerbation thing or what, but once I got up and started moving around, it helped.

Of course, now I'm FUCKING EXHAUSTED. There is a not-insignificant possibility that my evening plans will include "Come home from work and go to bed. Do not pass go."

But I'm also weirdly hungry, and would happily strangle someone for a pizza.
ginger: (domestic)
Shock and awe, my current food craving is actually relatively HEALTHY. (And unusually elaborate.)

I want strips of grilled chicken dabbed with honey mustard and rolled up in spinach leaves, then speared on toothpicks with grape tomatoes.

This may translate to a spinach and tomato salad with grilled chicken and honey mustard dressing for dinner.
ginger: (candy girl)
As of a minute and a half ago, I would happily strangle someone for a pile of Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. (Not the minis - those don't taste right. The full-sized variety.)

I would STRANGLE.
ginger: (food)
I am suddenly craving a grilled cheese sandwich. Perhaps for dinner!
ginger: (food)
Oof. I am seriously craving a belgian waffle with loads of butter and warm maple syrup.

Maybe for breakfast on Saturday :)
ginger: (tacos!)
I am having a seriously huge taco craving. Like SERIOUSLY HUGE.

However, Ari and I (and the rest of the Family, if they're interested) are going to have IHOP for dinner and quite possibly get me a bicycle tonight.
ginger: (pie)
I want cookies. I think I'm single-handedly keeping the Mrs Fields at Westlake open. :P

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