That is all I can say when I think of what I ate last night while watching the Superbowl. Not that it wasn’t FANTASTIC—wings, chips, cheese dip, pigs in a blanket, guacamole, all followed up with fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies—but there was nary a vegetable (unless advocado counts?) to be found. Today, I am vowing to eat only fresh greens, brightly colored veggies and nothing that has even been remotely deep fried. We’ll see how it goes.
The game itself was better than I expected, but I have to say the commericals disappointed. There just weren’t any that really jumped out at me, although I liked the one with the guy fixing the leak in his roof who fell through, then got beaned by his toolbox. And I feel REALLY badly for whoever did the new diet Pepsi commercials, with the whole “brown and bubbly” thing. Fell flat, at least at our Superbowl gathering. Everyone just stared at the TV like, huh. Until my friend Dana piped up in the silence following, “Brown and bubbly. What is it, heroin?” Which got a big laugh, and a much better response than the commercial. Oh, well. There’s always next year, right?
The real standout for me of the whole evening: Mick Jagger. Good God, did you see him strutting around that stage? And he’s 62! I was beyond impressed. Granted, being on tour for years on end is probably good exercise, but still. It was good incentive to drag my lazy butt up to the treadmill this morning. And I bet Mick would not be huffing and puffing, as I was, paying my penance for all those pigs in a blanket and Tostitos. But at least I was there. That has to count for something.
Okay, off to eat some carrotsticks. Or….drink some coffee. Hey, that’s not deep fried, right?