Being a reporter is a good fit for me because I need a deadline to get anything accomplished. If I have 113 things to do with a deadline, I'll get them all done on time and executed with precision....If I have 3 things to do and no time-frame, I won't do any of them. Hyper-ADD freak show-- otherwise known as ME.
So, I talked about the recent phobia of scales I've been having in the last post and, uh, there was good reason behind that fear...My phobia boogeyman appeared this morning in the form of a 2.4 pound weight gain. UGH! The truth is, the last few days I got overly confident, veered off the TAM diet rails and now have to face the 2.4 pound Boogeyman. He's not very big, but Boogeyman puts up a helluva fight and is scary stubborn. I HATE THE 2.4 POUND BOOGEYMAN. He haunted me all day with a batch of homemade french fries, made by JP. Then, that mean 'ol 2.4 pound Boogeyman nearly scared me right into the arms of a Snickers Ice Cream Cone! I was very cranky all day today having to resist so many morsels of deliciousness. And I'm crankier now because I'm HUNGRY! Just think Freddy Krueger on a diet, dude. Very scary indeed....although those blade gloves might have come in handy today with the amount of carrots I had to chop for my Carrot Ginger Soup.
Parker when she's hungry. Julienned Carrots, anyone?
I digress....it's gonna be short and sweet today.
I have an interview/meeting with a big ad agency in the morning to do some freelance writing, so hopefully it could be an opportunity to supplement my new (but not large) income with Georgia Public Broadcasting.
Until then, I've got a date with the Boogeyman on the rebounder, right about NOW. 2.4 is going DOWN. Quite literally!