Here’s a little interesting random bit of information about me: I like my popcorn slightly burnt. Not charred, or where you burn it so badly that your whole house smells like popcorn on fire for the next year and a half. No, just a little brown. I know, I’m weird. Don’t act like this is a big surprise to any of you.
So, I jumped on the Weight Watchers bandwagon. Is it me, or is Weight Watchers making another big comeback? No? Maybe it’s just because my inner circle of friends are a bunch of women who have given birth twice in two years. We all feel a little…er flabbier than usual. I had done well hitting my pre LG weight, but I still had that extra 20 pounds from the Mini that I just never got around to losing. Part of that was the “well, maybe there’s a small chance we’ll have another one.” Ever hopeful, I kept it in the back of my mind and figured I’d breed and then worry about the weight. Now was that time. I was pretty damn cranky for the first week, and every day, I dreamed of cupcakes and creamed shrimp, but I resisted, and ate a salad instead and I’m already down 6 pounds, thank you.
On top of Weight Watchers making a big comeback, popcorn seems to be the popular snack, because you can eat a metric shitload of it. It’s not a cupcake, but at least I’m not hungry. Long story long, I eat popcorn nightly now, so I’m not walking around aimlessly, lifting up the couch cushions for leftover cheerios or m&m’s (which for the record, never go bad). The problem is, my microwave refuses to burn my popcorn. I’ve adjusted the time by two to five seconds every night, and it comes out perfectly popped every time. 2 minutes, 5 minutes, there is no job too small for super microwave. I laugh in the face of your stupid microwave popcorn.