Hmmmm

I guess Hmmm is what I say, when I have nothing else to say. Its been nearly a month since I've blogged and nearly a month since I stepped on the scale. Both seem to be strangely intertwined. I have decided, with some not so subtle prodding from a dear friend who shall remain anonymous, (Its called tough love) to step back on that scale and as my husband would say, get back in the saddle.
Funny, when I rode horse all those years, it was ON the saddle not IN it, but I digress.
In the past 22 days since I have blogged, I have really not done much in the way of exercising. I have not eaten properly, although I have discovered that I love vanilla Greek yogurt with fresh blackberries. So, I have eaten a few proper things. I have been avoiding vegetables like the plague, unless you count when I load all the veggies on my club sub. (which I do get on honey oat bread with mustard and no cheese) so while I'm not failing in the epic proportion of the word fail, I'm still pretty much a Class A fuck up. I'm not eating entire frozen pizzas covered in ranch dressing or tubes of cookie dough, although the thought has crossed my mind, but I'm not doing what I need to be doing, that is obvious and its come to the point of, do I throw what I have accomplished down the toilet or do I suck it up? Seeing as how my $150 jeans are approaching unwearable status because of my fucking up, its time to suck it up.
Monday is my new official start day because this will truly be a 100% restart of the program, a detox if you will. I'm terrified of what the scale will say. I'm more terrified of what it won't say the following week. I'm struggling with the numbers game because as I told Coach, my inner "you're annoying the fuck out of me, I hate you all because I am miserable" bitch comes out whether my ass is in size 20's or size 12's. So, I have to decide if not having to shop in the fat girl section anymore is enough for me. I do have to admit I did feel better while on plan and I did have a shitton more energy than I do now, so I was a more energetic, needing less sleep bitch, which is probably a plus :)
You're probably reading this thinking, "Yeah, sure, we've heard this shit before." Or you're thinking, "If you're serious about restarting, start tomorrow, or why didn't you start today." The truth of the matter is, I plan to go to a party on Saturday. I will also (weather permitting, Mother Nature you're a dirty whore, so please quit talking rain Saturday) be golfing on Saturday, for the first time in about 15 years, so I would imagine many a beer will be drank and there's no sense in starting today when I fully intend to indulge in several "pork chops in a can" which would totally derail and progress. It's not an excuse, its the truth and one I'm fine with.
Now, for the real point of my blog..me getting to whine and complain about everything in sight!!!! WOO HOO!!!
I found the freaking jailbird hat....the entire plastic bag with the hat and tights were in Drew's room. I'm not even going to ask why or how, but I am assuming it had to do with the "dress up marathon" that happened confirmation Sunday with Jaci and her cousins.
I am waiting eagerly for tomorrow, tis the day of the Royal Wedding....and FUCK NO I'm not watching it! I can't wait for the shit to be done with so we can perhaps focus on the fact that 200 people were killed in tornadoes last night and not on what clothing might be in one of 10 garment bags Kate and her cronies were seen with!!!!
The whole birther thing makes me shake my head and say, "Only in America" and not in a good way. While personally, I don't give a shit what Donald Trump says or thinks and never have, I have to wonder why when POB (That's President Barack Obama) talks about having bigger issues to tackle and more important things to worry about, that he isn't tackling these bigger issues? Fine, release the birth certificate, make a statement as to the ridiculousness of having to do so and get back to work, why call a press conference and give a speech? Why not just say, "Here's the damn certificate, now shut up?"
I'm sure I have many more things to bitch about, and perhaps I'll be back later when I think of them, but my third cup of coffee is calling to me and if I don't answer it soon I may have to bitch slap the next person I see. Peace out stalker friends.