An all-American suburban mother's fight with the battle of the bulge. Come support, sympathize, criticize and voyeur along with me as I detail daily my Emotion, Food, Activity and life amongst the rest of the squirrels just trying to get a nut. Come take the journey along with me.
Monday, August 21, 2006
A tale of no coffee
Welcome to eFAT-Blog. This is a site where you can find the journey of an American suburban working mother of 5 children's journey to a healthy lifestyle.
Daily I will detail my emotions, food, activity and the like in the neverending battle of the bulge.
Come take the journey along with me.
So, I awake this morning after a weekend of unpacking, furniture buying, general chaos left from my move from temporary quarters to our home for at least the next year, to no coffee. /sigh. (Although, I keep telling my Tiger that I am not moving again. Of course after all my moves I say that and then a few years down the road the gypsy gene gets me and well, I’m at it again. But I’m older now and have children to consider. This area we’re in just East of Seattle is wonderful. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of looking at the mountains, 80,000 shades of green or Snoqualmie River for a long time.) But there is no coffee prepared and I could make it, but it wouldn’t be ready before I have to dash out the door. So, I find a Starbucks on my way to work (not a hard thing to do in the Seattle area); but, I’m tempted by their Spinach Florentine sandwich. I have no idea how many calories or fat are in it. But it’s lunch time and I’m completely stuffed, still.
I am partaking in some diet dew currently. I’m trying hard to get back into the swing of this blog thing. Been w/o an ISP at home since Aug. 11 – hopefully in my new home of North Bend (of Twin Peaks fame) we’ll have connection to the ‘net by Wednesday.
Anyone know how much is in a Starbucks Spinach Florentine breakfast sandwich? I’m afraid to look. /sigh.
Daily I will detail my emotions, food, activity and the like in the neverending battle of the bulge.
Come take the journey along with me.
So, I awake this morning after a weekend of unpacking, furniture buying, general chaos left from my move from temporary quarters to our home for at least the next year, to no coffee. /sigh. (Although, I keep telling my Tiger that I am not moving again. Of course after all my moves I say that and then a few years down the road the gypsy gene gets me and well, I’m at it again. But I’m older now and have children to consider. This area we’re in just East of Seattle is wonderful. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of looking at the mountains, 80,000 shades of green or Snoqualmie River for a long time.) But there is no coffee prepared and I could make it, but it wouldn’t be ready before I have to dash out the door. So, I find a Starbucks on my way to work (not a hard thing to do in the Seattle area); but, I’m tempted by their Spinach Florentine sandwich. I have no idea how many calories or fat are in it. But it’s lunch time and I’m completely stuffed, still.
I am partaking in some diet dew currently. I’m trying hard to get back into the swing of this blog thing. Been w/o an ISP at home since Aug. 11 – hopefully in my new home of North Bend (of Twin Peaks fame) we’ll have connection to the ‘net by Wednesday.
Anyone know how much is in a Starbucks Spinach Florentine breakfast sandwich? I’m afraid to look. /sigh.
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