June 12th, 2002

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points...

* sigh * a piddling small handful of pistachios (what Pam grudgingly allowed was a "full half cup") is 4 points...that's as much as the whole roasted turkey medallions meal...not to mention that a small handful is maybe a third or less of what I'd usually eat.

bunches of pistachios are off my list...

did I mention angst?

I LIKE pistachios...
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Christy's mom rocks the Casbah...

I called christilyn, I don't know, to confess my Points "Sinning," I guess. (I shotgunned three handfuls of Mike and Ikes from a bag a coworker left up for grabs in the kitchen at work). I totally blew my points for the day and was depressed after doing so well on day one.

Christy wasn't there, but her mom was. She "talked me down" a little, gave some good advice. Talked about her experiences, good and bad. It's no wonder I love Christy so much--awesomeness is in her genes.

So anyway, when I got my final munchie attack of the day, I looked it up. 7 stalks of celery = 0 points _ and _ catches me up on those veggie servings I didn't get earlier in the day. (Neither a Mike nor an Ike are a vegetable).

If I get to like celery too much, I'll be in trouble, though...the formulas round to the nearest 0.5 points, so all "0 points" really means is "between 0 and 0.25 points." One of my dear friends said "celery, the only food known to man that burns more calories then it adds." Well...not exactly...according to the Points calculator, if I ate 210 medium stalks of celery, that would be my maximum points for the day of (27).

Not only that, I'd be no fun to hang around with for a few days thereafter.
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just so you all don't think...

...that this has become Happy's Weight Watchers journal, there are huge world-shaking things happen in my life affecting me and many people I love dearly. In part I feel that I can't talk about any of it yet, some I probably just won't be able to, to protect everyone's privacy and respect their feelings.

There's also, I think, been a lot of miscommunication and misunderstanding. I know I don't understand where it's all coming from--even some of it that's coming from me.

Bear with me gentle readers...and feel free to ask...those that I can talk to, I will...those that I can't, I hope you'll understand why I must keep silent.

Pretty Heavy Deep and Real for Happy-Guy...but that's life sometimes.