The Manhole was my favorite name for a gay bar.

Being in front of a computer as much as I am makes tracking much easier than if I was out and about a lot. I don't think I am obsessive about it, but it is kinda like a puzzle game to me. I can swap this for that or skip this or add that. If I know I'm going to eat out then other meals that day slide toward low calorie low fat options.

Also I just don't buy some stuff anymore since I won't be mindful with it. Tostitos lime chips, cereal, sweet cinnamon almonds,

I enjoy tracking data in general, so getting obsessive about tracking what I eat is more just channeling that than creating a new thing to do. It works for me. I totally get it's not for everyone.

The Manhole was my favorite name for a gay bar.

We had a gay bar called The Pipeline; in the basement was a separate bar called The Manhole.

Also I just don't buy some stuff anymore since I won't be mindful with it. Tostitos lime chips

Oh my god, those chips are made with crack. They HAVE to be. Also Snapea Crisps. I can eat the whole bag in 2 seconds flat. And, of course, TJs Baconesque popcorn.

We had a gay bar called The Pipeline; in the basement was a separate bar called The Manhole.

"Welcome to the Manhole, guv'nor. What can I get you?"
"I'd like an entendre, my good man. And make mine a double."

Oh my god, those chips are made with crack. They HAVE to be.

Did y'all see that article about the restaurant in China that was caught putting heroin poppy seed pods in their noodle dishes? They were hoping their diners would get addicted to them.

Timelies all!

Ugh, the commute this morning was awful. I took the little guy to daycare, which is north of our house. Therefore I got on 270 a good bit further up, and it was stop-and-go all the way down to my exit. Then there was a bad accident on Rockville Pike so all the traffic was routed to the road I take, which meant a 2 mile drive took an hour.

Oh how I love tortilla chips with lime. Chili lime anything, really, nom nom nom.

Ugh, Sheryl, that's awful.

Ha! Found my employee badge (wedged between the driver's seat and the center console where it inevitably was caught when I had it clipped to my Halloween costume on Friday) and my keys (on the loveseat, not even between the cushions, just sitting there) and now I will put Trackrs on both of them. Take that whatever force takes joy in me misplacing things.

Also, I left work half an hour late because I was talking to a coworker about this time-spent-on-task spreadsheet we've been asked to fill out and how inaccurate it is gonna be. I mean, mine will be very accurate for the four days I have to actually track my time, but generalizing from that sample makes very little sense. I don't know if it's better or worse that I was off the clock for that conversation.

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I'm doing one of those escape from a locked room team building things tonight.

Did y'all see that article about the restaurant in China that was caught putting heroin poppy seed pods in their noodle dishes? They were hoping their diners would get addicted to them.

This just makes me believe my theory about crack-laden tortilla chips isn't so crazy. (Or Honey Bunches of Oats, man. That cereal is SO GOOD. I wish I could still eat it, though it's probably for the best that I can't. But I always said it was dusted with crack, because I could NOT stop eating it.)