Lyndsay goes off the low-carb diet. Thank goodness!

Lyndsay decided the low-carb diet wasn't cutting it, and she went off it earlier this week. Within about 4 hours of eating a slice or two of bread, she was back to her old self, bouncing off the walls and being herself. I (Scott) hadn't realized how much it sapped her energy...but it did. She's been back to normal for about 4 days now. Yay!

We've been meaning to update this for a while now...I went to update it yesterday morning, and my computer died! The power supply decided it had enough. So what did I do? Like any good Comp Sci major, I just pulled the spare computer out of the closet and plugged it up instead! I mean, doesn't everyone have a spare computer in their closet, ready to go at a moment's notice? Dad got this computer back in 1999...and it's still going strong (knock on wood)!

We're going to have some free time this weekend, so hopefully we'll have some time to share some more stories here. Hey, call us to hang out if you're in Birmingham! We can go anywhere to eat again! So exciting!

Lyndsay goes on the low-carb diet

Lyndsay has decided to go on the Atkins diet. The Atkins diet is great for the person on it, because they lose weight. It’s horrible for the person who lives with the person on the diet, because I have to eat meal after meal with no carbs, but then to satisfy my carb cravings, I just have to throw down a slice of bread or two. Blah.

If anyone wants to go get a pizza, call me. I’m dying for a pizza.

So last week, Lyndsay decided to cook up some chicken parmesan. Since she was going to work the next couple days, she decided to get ahead and make about 10 servings of it. The first night was great. It was delicious. Lyndsay couldn’t eat the noodles, so I got my chicken with double noodles. Fine with me…

…until the next day when I went to grab some leftovers for lunch and noticed Lyndsay took a double portion of chicken to work with her and left me with a double portion of noodles. So, like a good husband, I pulled out a plate and proceeded to eat the noodles. Not very good, but I could handle it.

But then the next day, it happened again…and the next day…AGAIN. Finally we finished the bowl. By the time we got done, I was so sick of eating noodles in red sauce I was about to throw up. I ate so many noodles with marinara sauce that the next two meals I ate, even though they were something completely different, still tasted like noodles with marinara sauce…it was all my brain knew when processing taste.

I’ve recovered now from the traumatic noodle experience, but it’s still chicken this and turkey that here at meal time. If anyone wants to go get a pizza, just give me a call…

Apparently there's a vehicle for Crews'n...

Lyndsay and I saw this van while we were walking through downtown Phoenix back in January. It's a van for some kind of youth services childrens' home. But if you'll notice, right above the driver window it definitely says "Crews'n Healthmobile." We have no idea why...but isn't it cool?

Yeah. Not really relevant to anything, but I finally got my digital camera connected to my computer again, so I'm making up for lost time.