Clams in a can look nasty. You'd think I would have learned my lesson from the scallops.

I jumped on the scale for the 1st time yesterday since before the holidays. And I mean I literally jumped on it in a fit of rage and disbelief. I've been doing cardio every morning since Thanksgiving, and I even worked out Saturday! But I think its going to take a little more than that. I love to eat WAY more than I want to be skinny. So I have to adapt. I went to the gym once last week on my lunch break, in addition to doing my cardio in the morning. I am going to try to go twice this week. Time to turn this flab into solid muscle! Or at least firm jello.

It never fails, when I think about working out, I think about how much I love to eat and what new recipes I want to try. I have a recipe for cinnamon cream cheese squares that I'm dying to try. But I made the Apple Cake on Saturday (which Matt and I ended up devouring directly out of the pan as we stood over the kitchen counter on Sunday) and he made his Mom's recipe for Chocolate Cake on Sunday night. We still have some cake left, but I'm trying to avoid it so I can save the calories for the next dessert I want to try. Matt is under the impression that we have to eat the whole thing, whereas I have no problem eating a few pieces and throwing the rest away. Out with the old, in with the new! Lets throw those calories away so we can substitute them with different ones. Makes sense to me!

I made a recipe for Manhattan Clam Chowder . The picture looked great, the recipe sounded delicious, but when I put it all in the crockpot this morning it looked like something you'd pull out of the garbage disposal after a busy night at Pappadeaux. And it didn't smell great, either. So tonight we'll either come home to a crockpot full of a savory, mouth-watering clam chowder, or we'll microwave Sunday's leftover hamburger patties. Either way, we'll have chocolate cake for dessert, so at least we have something to look forward to.