Thursday, September 20, 2012
Life is a Beach and DESM Dieting
I don't have a single crazy story to tell you. My whole day was lovely. Even lunch at the "Greasy Spoon". I lovingly call it that. It is really a very nice little restaurant. They serve plate lunches every day with a few variables. The girls who work there are very "woodsy", if you know what I mean, and I really like them both. They are so real and down-to-earth and easy to correspond with. They never screw up my order -- except for one time when I got burned chicken -- but that was just a fluke. Maybe a substitute cook that day or something. Phylly was with me that day, and she probably got them all flustered. (-;
Jerry and I went to Gecko's for dinner since we both worked until 5:30. I had a taco salad served by Carlos, another of my favorite waiters. He always remembers that I need a little bowl of chopped tomatoes. He told me I am the ONLY customer who gets them and, of course, that is because I am the ONLY customer who ever asked for them. Jerry thinks I am way too much trouble to the poor servers at the restaurants, but the servers don't seem to mind at all. I know all of them by name. The waiter at The Olive Garden in Oklahoma City runs up and hugs me. Remember Heath?
Remember my DESM diet? I have lost 4 pounds so far. Jerry actually noticed it. I couldn't believe it. I can hardly notice it myself. I can tell a little in my face. I have been walking AT LEAST one mile on the treadmill every day. I figured out that I can prop my Ipad up where a book is supposed to go -- but doesn't -- and I can watch How To videos while I am walking. Sometimes, I walk two miles without even knowing it. KEWL! All I am doing is eating less.