Day 3: Don't Fire Until You See the Whites of Their Eggs

morning weigh-in: 154.0 lbs.

Well, that was refreshing. I mean, weekends are tough, eating-wise (and beer-drinking-wise) but I woke up holding my own.

And immediately fired up the Keurig and threw in a:

Folger's Caramel Drizzle 

to sip whilst enjoying the usual grits 'n softly boiled eggs. The eggs in this new carton seem to be larger (even though both the old and the new are marked large — hmm... I wonder if there's a law firm I can contact about this), so I guess I need to adjust the cooking time. My whites were a bit on the runny side, and that's no way to start the day.

After working on the Sunday New York Times crossword puzzle for a while (also no way to start the day unless you actually enjoy looking stupid) it was off to church, where I received 

one communion wafer with wine 

Do I count these in with my daily caloric intake? I think not; and hopefully this little exclusion won't send me down the path to weight-losing hell.

It was another beautiful summer day in the neighborhood, so Tracy and I climbed into the Poofersmobile and headed north to Old Fort Niagara. I'm ashamed to say that I've lived 99 percent of my life in WNY, and had never been to the old fort until yesterday. And we're thinking we'll probably go back again. It's humbling to walk around those great stone edifaces and imagine what life must have been like for those soldiers. Especially seeing that the weather certainly wasn't like yesterday's every day. If you ever go, don't miss the musket firing demonstration (above); it's a real eye- (and ear) opener.

Seeing that we'd driven that far, and passed the fort's restaurant without buying anything, we decided to head east to Olcott Beach, where we had a late lunch/early dinner at the Lighthouse Grill 'N Spirits. I had a very satisfying turkey club wrap (the wrap was cheddar jalapeño), with a side of home-made mac & cheese (did someone really bring it from home?), and a bottle of Corona Light. With lime wedge, thank you. Oh, and two dill chips; can't leave out the dill chips.

By the time we got back home I didn't think I'd be hungry for the rest of the evening. Hah! Tracy put together some home-made (yes, really) guacamole and also some from-scratch salsa, which we ate with some round white tortilla chips. A can of Genny Light helped it all go down.

When we finally planted ourselves in front of the television later to watch the HGTV show "HGTV Star" (I don't know why I put myself through this, as for the past three series of this show I've disliked just about every contestant) I headed to the freezer and dished out three scoops of raspberry sherbet. Hey, it was still 84°, I had to do something! And for some reason, just before bed, another Genny Light and three (yes, three) handfuls of Tops Ridged potato chips — just the sort of thing I'd hoped that writing this stuff down would put a stop to. 

We'll see how that turned out tomorrow.