I love my day of rest. I mostly just like to spend it with my dogs. I invited a friend out for lunch and after we watched the new Bruce Willis flick, Red. Great movie, by the way. So the movie finishes and I've got things to do. Sunday is the day I make all my lunches for the rest of the week. I also fiddle with recipes and try new things and research calories. I'm working on a Greek Chicken Salad right now with a fat free Tzatziki dressing. It's pretty good, but I think it could be better, so I won't share the recipe until I've got it just right. Anywho, I start messing around in the kitchen and invite my friend to sit at the counter to chat with me, since he doesn't appear to be leaving. Not that I'm kicking him out, I just have things to do. We ate, we chatted, we watched a movie. Buh bye. (Is it any wonder I'm single?? :p) I'm working on the greek salad and fine tuning some calories in it, and he says, "Oh, you're a calorie counter." In a derisive sort of way. Like it's a bad thing. Which I'm here to tell you, it's not.
My body naturally wants to be round-ish. I don't consider round an acceptable shape on a human, so I fight this tooth and nail. If I need to count calories to do that, why not? It makes me a healthier person and it's a fun little personal challenge to come up with really great meals that are low-cal, low-fat, high protein and just plain good for me. And I won't apologize for it. ;)
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