This is the dip that involves corn and cheese, for those who have partaken of said DIP.
It is excellent. It is also enough to feed 10 people, and if I eat too much of it, I will make myself sick. I wonder if David wants some DIP.
I just like typing DIP in all caps, really. DIP. DIP DIP DIP.
.... done now.
Okay, really this time.
I also have a big 'ol gallon jug of Arizona Diet Green Tea (I'd never seen the diet tea sold in gallons before, so I eagerly grabbed it). Mmmmm, tea.
Organizing my clothes into several categories ("Wearable now", "Wearable in one to three months once I've lost a bit of weight", and "Wearable in three months to a year once I've lost a good deal of weight") has rendered my apartment unfit for human habitation (I wonder now, if that is a word. It would not surprise me either way, as I spent a good fifteen minutes last night trying to remember whether or not "uncle" was a word. I suspect I was dropped on my head as a child). There are clothes everywhere. The thing is, I don't really have a lot of different outfits that you'll see me in, but I have a moderate amount of clothing for every size I have ever been. This spans a good 10 sizes, just accounting for the past three years. It's damned depressing to look at an article of clothing and realize you are almost twice the size you were when you last wore it (I miss you, black lace-trimmed tank top. I miss you more, stripey tights). I also miss having mostly baggy clothes, as I much prefer oversized shirts/jackets/etc.
But diet and exercise is commencing (I ♥ Zee Bike, I really do). It frustrates me that I have gotten so weak in just a month or so. Things I could lift with one arm I now struggle to carry with two. For chrissakes, a stack of books gave me trouble. And my sense of balance is getting worse by the day; I've nearly fallen over three or four times already. If I disappear for a few days, send neron over to make sure I've not managed to somehow knock myself unconscious by falling and hitting my head.
D00d, I found my paintball gloves. I've never played paintball in my life and would probably suck at it, but the gloves are spiffy. :D Black, fingerless, and with hard plastic bits. Joy!