the worst foods in america…

going through this article from men’s health magazine. the awesome blossom from chili’s is 2,700 calories. sure, you share it, but among four people, you’re still getting over 500 calories worth of grossness. no wonder we’re all so thick in our middles.

it makes me want to have a celery stick with a glass of lemon water.

so, i’ve been going to the gym about three to four times a week since salty’s left. but i’m just not losing fast enough. i’m down to 130, which i’m ok with, but i’d like to be down another five or ten pounds by fiji time. that means that exercise alone won’t cut it. i’ve got to put in caloric restriction as well. sucks. i hate limiting my food intake. i’ve had the eating disorder, and i’ve learned that i truly love food, but i don’t like the feeling of eating. but that i’d deal with the full feeling because i loved food.

beh. futhamuckas.

salty and i had a date in little tokyo today. we tried out one more of mr. gold’s essential 99. today’s pick: haru ulala, an izakaya restaurant.

on our menu:
grilled japanese peppers with ginger and bonito flakes
grilled miso flavored rice balls
black pork sausage
grilled yellowtail collar
soba noodles in dashi broth
fried shrimp with spinach
fresh oyster nigiri
fried shittake shrimp balls

i think i may be leaving things out, but i’m full, and happy, and my wallet doesn’t hate me (i made two bucks off of the ‘how much will this cost’ bet).