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Saturday, July 23, 2005

Charlie & The Chocolate Factory

Tim Burton has long held a special place in my heart with his movies. They never fail to be visually stimulating, they're on the darker side and for the most part are scored by the very talented, former Oingo Boingo front man, Mr. Danny Elfman. C&TCF is no exception. As to the reviews saying Johnny Depp's performance is over the top, well I disagree. Willy Wonka was an isolated candy maker, a disturbed product of a childhood ruled by a strict dentist father who denied him sweets so his quirkiness is justified. This is not Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory, though, as Tim Burton has made the movie his own. Much of it is familiar, don't get me wrong, but rather than looking at a bunch of colorful midgets (tiny people?) as Oompa Loompas we are treated to one wee Indian actor multiplied a bajillion times. Missing is the terrifying boat ride of the first but it is replaced by equally disturbing scenes. The songs are original and don't play to the cartoonish as most children's movies do. However, this is not a child's movie. Burton made this for all the adults who were disappointed with the Gene Wilder original. I recommend it. And as a bonus, if your theater is like mine, you'll be treated to the titillating trailers for Harry Potter, King Kong and Tim Burton's new stop-action movie The Corpse Bride.

Friday, July 22, 2005

Time For Catch Up!

First things first - the diet is going very well. True, I was not as strict with myself food and drinkwise as I could have been but in the last 2 1/2 weeks I have lost 10 pounds. Now I just have to reintroduce the gym into my life to make sure I don't lose my muscle along with my fat. It's so good to be able to fit in clothes again and to bend down to remove my toenail polish without feeling rolls of fat suffocating me. And with that joy I may have rediscovered some of the self esteem I lost because last week I was actually asked on a date for the first time in longer than I care to remember and it wasn't even an online date! I know! The date itself went very well and on paper he was everything a girl could ask for: car, job, house, dogs, good sense of humor, paid for dinner. But for me, chemistry is everything and sadly, it was lacking. There were no butterflies in my stomach and when he kissed me I felt no tingle. Also, the importance of the "3-day-wait-to-call" game was entirely lacking. He called. A lot. To say he got home safe. To have me on the phone while he ordered cheeseburgers. To tell me he was shopping for dog food. But never to ask me on a second date. So though I grow weary of singledom I have to boldly state that I shan't settle solely to be part of a couple. Now if only I could build up the courage to ask out the guy who brings butterflies with him every time he visits my office....

Saturday, July 09, 2005

Progress!

It is day 5 of the first 2-week, hardcore phase of South Beach diet and I am proud to say that since Wednesday morning when last I weighed myself, I have gone from 171 to 168 pounds. I couldn't be more pleased. It's not like you can really physically see a difference but my size 12s went on with ease this morning and that simply wasn't the case on the 4th of July. Believe me. Most of my cravings are pretty much non-existent. Don't get me wrong, I would love a burrito or a greasy slice of pizza followed by a nice big Coldstone ice cream, but I'm not consumed by urges. Yes, a cold beer or a glass of wine would surely be nice but water seems to be ok for now. The BFF summed it up nicely when I told her I wanted a certain food and she simply said, "You've had it before." And I will have yummy things again, just not for a while. A little sacrifice goes a long way. The only slightly disturbing side-effect I'm experiencing is the lack of hydration. I have a pretty consistent feeling of being parched yet I can't seem to stop peeing. Can't really figure that out but why question it if it's working? And the best part of it all, I haven't cheated once. Not even after being face to face with a four layer chocolate cake accented with whipped cream frosting, bananas and raspberries. Yum. I'll see you, cake, in 20 pounds.

Friday, July 08, 2005

My New Room

Since taking my wallpaper down two weeks ago I've been sleeping on the floor minus the last night which was spent on the couch. That was so blissful in comparison I actually overslept. Well last night was spent in my own bed in my freshly painted room. It is truly amazing what a coat of paint can do and what a difference it can make in the whole life of a room. I chose a gorgeous lemony yellow called "Sunny" and splurged on a brand new ceiling fan for a change of lighting and I am thrilled with the results. What was once a drab, pale room now resembles a bungalow in the Caribbean. Lots of plants and honey colored wicker will do that for me I guess. And thanks to my mild case of obsessive compulsive disorder, every piece of furniture and every knick knack is now back in place. Home Sweet Home indeed.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Bewitched

Seeing as this is a movie starring the love of my life, Will Ferrell, I have been anxiously awaiting its arrival since the first trailer. After sitting through it, however, I found myself disenchanted. The film is based on the premise of a fallen movie actor trying to revive his career with the remake of Bewitched on TV. He casts an unknown who just happens to be a real-life witch, as his Samantha. Hilarity ensues. Or not. There was a lot of potential for humor that never quite blossomed. Nicole Kidman is a breathy, airheaded witch that probably has Elizabeth Montgomery shaking her head in shame for her. She missed the cue completely. In a brief scene, Kidman is a scorned woman venting her anger and only then do you think she's going to give you what you've been waiting for. Sadly, she "rewinds" her vengeance and falls back into the ho-hum ditzy witch routine. And to quote Will Ferrell's character, "Nobody liked Darren." To be unable to see Will Ferrell unleash his spastic side is truly disappointing. Minus the silly scenes when Kidman hexes him, he's so tame in this movie that he is a shadow of himself, giving up the off-the-wall antics to become a leading man. The highlight of Bewitched is the endless list of cameos including the girls from Wicked as Kidman's neighbor and a movie assistant. I say wait for video and put it on right before bedtime.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

The South Beach Diet

I never thought I would utter these words but I've done it. I have succumbed to the pressure of my immense girth torturing the seams of my pants and have decided to do the South Beach Diet. Maybe I mentioned this before but I tried Weight Watchers because a couple of my grrrls had a lot of success with it but found I do not like to, nor do I really understand how to, count every piece of food I pop into the old pie hole. Throughout months on my blog you've seen how I try to deny myself certain things and end up failing. Well yesterday was my first day on SB and it was a successful one. Basically you can eat eggs, meat, poultry, cheese, nuts and veggies for the first 2 weeks. And that's about it. No alcohol, no fruit and no bread-related goodies. No sir. So last night I dreamed of bread and juice all night. But, from my lips to God's ears, I didn't feel like I was denying myself. Sure, it's going to take some getting used to but there are a lot of food options. Mom & Dad lost around 20 lbs. each doing this so I intend to do the same. Supposedly in the first 2 weeks you should expect to lose between 7 and 13 lbs. Just enough to get those pants on again!

Friday, July 01, 2005

Anger: The Motivator

People who drive with their blinkers on yet never turn, passive-aggressive bosses that ignore you and give you the silent treatment, people that don't return phone calls, things along those lines tend to push me over the edge. Though since leaving the traffic-congested land of L.A. I can honestly say my road rage has diminished by leaps and bounds. My counselor says I seem "angry" but that anger is a good motivator. My best friend then informed me that I must be one motivated gal. Very funny. I had a boss once that said she was just like me: smarter than most people so prone to anger at their levels of mediocrity. It's a hard life being as superior as I am. Hello! I have to believe, though that anger does motivate. I'm angry being in a position I am clearly overqualified for so that set me into motion to go back to school for my degree. I was displeased with my not-so-glamorous wallpaper and used that energy to spend 12 hours of my last weekend tearing it down. All along the BFF has told me if something was broken that it was my job to fix it. I never thought it was that easy. Looks like she was right though. You can't sit around waiting for someone to come knocking on your door asking for people to fix your problems for you.