Crystal Light
So I'm down 20 pounds now, which is a good thing. A long way to go, and I thought the shrimp lo mein would do me in, but here I am, pants hanging low around my waist, time to get some new clothes.
I ascribe a great deal of my dieting success to Crystal Light, sweet elixir of the goddesses who graced '80s nighttime soaps. Why this and not Tab, if I'm going for a 20-years-old dieting trend, you ask? Well, the pesky carbonation, if you must know, can have a bloating effect. I like to keep it lean and mean, no bubbles in my way. Just that sweet powder, the OTHER one from that era, that takes your breath away should you inadvertently inhale it while mixing in a large Rubbermaid pitcher with splash-free spout.
Rebecca clued me in to a real find: the 7-11 on JFK street in Harvard Square, where if you can get past the guy asking for change on the corner holds the holy grail of diet drinks: the Crystal Light slurpee. O yes, it can be yours for a mere dollar-ninety-eight: the raspberry lemonade quiescently frozen little dollop of heaven. I've contemplated making the trip to Hvd Sq just to get one of these, people. Hasn't happened yet, but I won't rule it out.
My dedication to organic products and my new obsession with quinoa notwithstanding, when push comes to shove, it's Crystal that gets me through. That old girl.
I ascribe a great deal of my dieting success to Crystal Light, sweet elixir of the goddesses who graced '80s nighttime soaps. Why this and not Tab, if I'm going for a 20-years-old dieting trend, you ask? Well, the pesky carbonation, if you must know, can have a bloating effect. I like to keep it lean and mean, no bubbles in my way. Just that sweet powder, the OTHER one from that era, that takes your breath away should you inadvertently inhale it while mixing in a large Rubbermaid pitcher with splash-free spout.
Rebecca clued me in to a real find: the 7-11 on JFK street in Harvard Square, where if you can get past the guy asking for change on the corner holds the holy grail of diet drinks: the Crystal Light slurpee. O yes, it can be yours for a mere dollar-ninety-eight: the raspberry lemonade quiescently frozen little dollop of heaven. I've contemplated making the trip to Hvd Sq just to get one of these, people. Hasn't happened yet, but I won't rule it out.
My dedication to organic products and my new obsession with quinoa notwithstanding, when push comes to shove, it's Crystal that gets me through. That old girl.
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