Today I ate a hard-boiled egg.

Day Two: done.

Just so you know, there are going to be twelve more days of bitching and whining until Phase 1 is over and I can eat fruit and bread again.

I have decided that sharing menu planning with my mother is going to turn the next two weeks into an exercise in just shoving things into my mouth, chewing, then swallowing regardless of the taste. I don't like raw tomatoes, asparagus has to be eaten with something else, as do squash and zucchini, and the edamame we bought is atrocious. I am also leery of radishes since it's been a long time since I tried one (and didn't like it the last time around). Blue cheese reminds me of stinky feet and tastes too salty. Mom likes all of these things. On the other hand, I love onions and all colors of bell peppers (especially orange), and I prefer TONS of garlic when a recipe calls for it. Mom...not so much. We're making it work though.

The pork chops tonight turned out excellent. That's a recipe I'm going to keep. Soy sauce, garlic, paprika, black pepper, and a teensy dash of salt. So lovely. Surprisingly so.

Since Shelby and Dad are in Kansas the puppies sleep in my room on nights when Mom works the next day. They're cute once they finally bed down (they both spoon, and Vivian is an expert at it), but the amount of carnage and noise beforehand is a bit tiresome. Right now Viv is trying to figure out a way to get up on my dresser.

The puppies are also very fond of attacking me whenever one of the Wii Fit exercises require me to lay down. Today Vivian jumped on my face in an attempt to get at my hands whilst I was doing jackknifes. She managed to perfectly plant her front paws on my eyeballs. Nice.

Anyway. Tomorrow promises to be a school work marathon. Excitement abounding.

Good news though...tomorrow's afternoon snack is celery with hummus. Would be perfect if Mom hadn't insisted on red pepper hummus because she doesn't like the plain stuff. (And there was no way I was going to be able to talk her into buying the garlic lovers' variety...SAD FACE!)

Later skaters....