…you know, the company that claims to get it right when other companies can’t? Took us 2 and a half hours to make a simple check order through their incredibly bad site-navigation…and then had them screw up the credit card. We aren’t even mentioning their changing the price on Jane while she was in the act of ordering: another call to them got that right. In the latter instance we got hold of a supervisor and made clear our opinion of their website. They then offered us other products with the fervor of a merchant in a tent bazaar…and when we had shaken off all those, they wanted to send us (for a price) some address labels with our company name treated as a personal name. How do you do, Mr. Inc?
Idiots. I then tried to call the credit card company on another issue. Sorry. The phone company is down.
Then we tried to install the printer to the ‘new’ office computer (Jane’s old laptop) and it needed the disc—then complained it needed more drivers. Then Quickbooks, to which we thought we had gotten ALL the other patches—needed more patches.
I was trying to get all these packages of returned items and bills and such and our primary votes all gotten to the post office—but no sense going without the quarterly state Business and Operations tax forms, so I delayed for that.
But we need the printer for that, and it’s still installing patches. Arrrgh.
The really great news is—really good news, actually—we have hit on a method of diet that does seem to be reversing the weight gain and peeling the pounds off fast. It’s very simple. We have a modest breakfast (small slice of bread, butter, jelly); a slimming lunch (diet powder from Costco, with almond milk); and whatever we want for supper. Anything. The trick is—I’m using the salad plates for a dinner service. I found a modest 4 place set of dishes with an 8 inch flat salad plate (our regular ones are 12″) and I am putting onto those plates ANYTHING we want—steak, fish, chicken, meatballs and spaghetti, porkchop—with a veggie and salad. The deal is—you get an 8″ plate.
A lot of the weight gain is my fault: I love to cook. WHen I get going, I pile in more ingredients. I pile the plates high. So I just reined that in. Whatever I cook has to fit on that plate. That really curbs any tendency to open another pack of anything. And we have 1/3 of the plate as a simple Caesar salad, with bacon; 1/3 as veggie of some sort. So far, since my magic plates arrived on Monday, I have peeled off five pounds—back to the lowest since May. I have my wine in the evening. Jane had a little bowl of chips. We had our supper. We walked. And we dropped another pound.
I am willing to recommend my magic plates. The Magic Plates They’re pretty, they seemed apt, and our other plates are getting scarred, chipped, and kind of tired, so I have just put them away for a while. These are light, chip-resistent, and actually feel like glass instead of plastic. And the cups are a meaningful 8 oz size. For a confirmed coffee drinker, this is good. 8 oz cups and 8″ lunch plates.