Grocery Store Rage and Bad Wait Service!

Yes! I weighed myself and I've lost five pounds! I was so psyched that the chocolate-dipped strawberries dipped in nuts, coconut, or mini chocolate chips didn't even tempt me. I made them for a charity fundraiser, and never touched them!

The strawberries are terrible right now! Why is it that just a week or so ago they were nice and fresh and reasonably priced? Is there a war going on somewhere that I don't know about? Have strawberry stocks tanked or something?

Has anyone heard of anyone going postal in a grocery store? Is there such thing as grocery store rage? You all know what I'm talking about. There are one million customers in line and four, yes there were four registers open. . . during lunch hour! So, this seemingly very nice woman who commented on my raspberries runs, yes runs to the newly-open lane. She was behind me! I only had three items! I bet she's never run in her life. Why is it that people who get in line last think THEY shouldn't have to wait? You know, it's the same ones who drive up the left lane when the sign clearly says it's closed. It's OK. I kept my cool. After all, I just lost five pounds. I think she found them.

I went out to dinner tonight. I kept it very healthy again. Salad bar, salmon, plain baked potato, and asparagus. The food was good. I just wish anyone at a local restaurant knew how to properly wait tables. Oh, she was friendly enough, but she failed to tell us the specials, (had to hear the other waitress tell the table next to us, after we had been served!) never brought water that we asked for, that we shouldn't have had to ask for, asked me to take my salad fork so she could take my plate. . . they should always bring you a new one--this is a major faux pas! She didn't ask if we wanted dessert, and asked for the credit card before she gave us the check and my son was still eating. It's not like it was busy. We went to one of those hotel restaurants where I knew it would be quite. I think I need to give a wait-staff etiquette class. Even in the so-called fine dining establishments, they do not know how to properly wait a table.

Oh, and I think the chef put butter on my asparagus even though I asked for it without. I had to wipe it off with the napkin. Can't you order what you want anymore? I'm so cooking this weekend. Need to work on some recipes.

Did I mention that I lost five pounds? My muffin top is slowly becoming a mini-muffin top. Well, gotta get to sleep so I can head to Body Pump in the morning!