*I changed my mind already. I'll skip the high-sugar yogurt and just have a lettuce wrap from Jimmy John's instead. :)
YoPlus light has active cultures, no aspartame and is 70 calories and 12 carbs. If I buy yogurt in the future I will make a special trip to the grocery for YoPlus ... and not settle for something else in a rush to get to work.
I called mom this morning. She has lost the 5 pounds that she gained from her homemade pie binge (yay mom) and decided not to go on the yogurt diet with my aunts since she doesn't need to lose more weight. She also praised me for telling her years ago that sugar and starch increase inflammation (apparently her rheumatoid arthritis doc recently told her the same thing).
When I keep the carbs low and avoid aspartame life is good. The health part anyway, it hasn't given me luck with my lottery tickets yet. :P
Speaking of lottery tickets, I picked some up last night at a gas station. The gas station attendant thought it would be a good idea to hit on me ... heavily. First he asked my name. I hesitated a moment and then said my name was Carry.
"Carry?", he asked in an accent (I think he was Turkish since he looked a bit like Mr. Sadekat's photos ... but he certainly was not of Mr. Sadekat's caliber).
"Carry.", I agreed.
"Where do you live?" he asked.
"Around here. Northside." I said with a big sweeping hand motion to show that it was somewhere within this large area of the city (not close and definitely not specific).
"I remember you." he said. "I never forget a pretty girl."
"Do you work?" He asked.
Hmm, now I know what you are up to. I thought.
"Yes." I said.
"Where do you work?" he asked.
"On the east side." I lied.
"Where? What do you do?" He asked.
"At an agency. An art agency." I tried to be vague but wasn't completely successful.
"Oh! You are an artist!" he claimed excitedly.
"Yeah." I said.
"When will you stop by here again? Do you come here often." he asked.
"Umm, once a week." I said uncomfortably. (Like I'll be back ... not.)
"But I never see you and I work all hours." he said.
Hmm, but you said you have seen me before and never forget a pretty girl. I thought skeptically.
"Bye." I said as I grabbed up my lottery purchase and headed for the door.
"Come back soon. Don't forget ... don't forget!" he called after me.
I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted that he thought I was easy pickings. I guess since I imagine that everyone sees me as a fat loser, I'm insulted. Yes, I know that is my own internal issue and not necessarily the opinion of the world. :P
By the way, I often try to read the numbers of my clock upside-down and backwards to see what words they make. Sort of the way kids will spell BOOBS with their calculators. This morning before I opened my eyes I specifically thought "The clock has a message for me this morning." I opened my eyes to 3:17.