And the headache won't go

And the headache won't go away.

Tomorrow night, my sister and I are introducing my mom and her best friend to Indian food. (S will also be going, but just for the naan, and SS might join us as well). I'm very hungry right now, so I'm thinking about food, and trying to push my snack as late as possible. There is a possibility that I'll be going to dinner with The High School Friend (THSF, as it were), and I'm concentrating on saving all my points for that dinner so that I can save all my flex points for Indian. I'm chugging Crystal Light right now, trying to fill the gaping hole in my stomach.

Back to the Indian. My mom (and her friend) has never eaten Indian, and I think she's pretty apprehensive. When I was a kid, I thought that all Indian food probably tasted the same--like the generic smell of curry, if that makes sense. (Well, THSF just called and said no on the dinner, so I'm going to go into the kitchen and eat something. Dammit! Now I have NO idea what to eat for dinner, and it feels way too decadent to eat Chinese alone. Curses.) I'm sure my mom will enjoy the Indian. If both of her daughters can stand it--my sister being a whole lot less tolerant of food than I am--then I'm sure she will at least like what we like. And frankly, if S can eat any of it, it's probably pretty innocuous. S doesn't eat ANYTHING unless he's super-sure of it.

Visions of paneer are dancing through my head right now. It's dawning on me that it might be a bad idea to watch the food network all day while on a "lifestyle change path". Maybe I should change the name of my blog to "Foodie on a Diet" because that's how I feel. (Oh, sweet buffalo milk mozzarella, how I love thee, how I miss thee.) But then I might as well just give it up (which I'm not, never fear, sister), for having to look at the word "Diet" every day. Nothing like a word to fence you in. Off to the kitchen I go....