happy father's day to all that it applies to.
i am heading to my dad's today for a little brunch/lunch deal with him and my stepmother.
i don't know what she'll be whipping up, but, i am pretty confident that it'll be on the healthy side (she's been on a health kick lately.)
last night, my cousin and i went to Chili's for dinner and then saw Knocked Up
looooooved that movie. very cute.
anyway, did the chili's thing - went for the garlic lime grilled shrimp (loaded with oil) and black beans and broccoli (hey a girl needs her fiber even IF there's the threat of exploding at any moment) --- but then had a few handfuls of kerry's popcorn (with sno caps on it. oh yes, sounds disgusting but it's fantastic.)
so, there i was with a fat intake of over 23g for that meal.
sitting in the middle of the theatre. the packed theatre where IF anything happened, i would have to climb over the chattering high school girls who were stick thin and the goofy-eyed couples all kissy-faced.
so, there i sat. watching the movie.
and waiting.
waiting.
was that a gurgle?
no. *whew* okay... keep watching the movie.
did i just feel my intestines kick? crap am i experiencing sympathy kicks with Izzy from gray's anatomy?
no. all is quiet - the bowels were content watching the movie. not a creature was stirring.
it was all in my head.
i am pretty much thinking that it's taking a few days to "get into my system" and then - probably just in time for my birthday - i am going to have to invest in "Oops! I crapped my pants!" diapers.
Yours, living in fear -
GC
PS - i'm actually feeling great because of the low fat intake. i'm not feeling stuffed to the gills after each meal (hopefully will get under 200#s by thursday as a birthday present to myself.)
