All I've done blog wise this week, is come on here once, bitch about random topics and then leave you all again. Sorry! I have been otherwise occupied with writing a book. No, I'm serious. I don't know that I would call it a book. Perhaps a long short story or a novella, which is a short novel. Right now, it's twelve regular typing sheets of paper long. To me, that's a lot of fucking writing. I printed it out last night and looking at it I need to elaborate more on my first two "chapters". I've found my last couple of chapters are longer and more descriptive.
Its a mystery/comedy, think Janet Evanovich style. It doesn't have a title and the characters are loosely, extremely loosely in some instances, based on people I know. Watch out, you just might end up with an alter ego in my book :) It's been fun and a nice distraction from everyday life, although, I need to probably do some "real work" at the office instead of fiction. I also need to find my flash drive so I can continue to write at home on my lap top. It would save me from the 8 p.m. munchies. Honestly, I go through every day wonderfully and 100% on plan, then 8 p.m. rolls around and its all I can do to avoid diving head first into a bag of Sun Chips.
I'm planning another active weekend. I'm heading to the WEllness Walk for an hour tomorrow morning then golfing tomorrow night, albeit its Glow Ball and it will probably be a drunken, sloppy mess, but we will attempt it nonetheless, and at least sloppy drinking while trying to be active is better than sloppy drinking while sitting on your ass, face down in Sun Chips. :) Peace out dudes!
Friday, June 24, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Ranting
of the random nature...
Just felt like spewing alot of randomness today....
Two mile walk on Saturday felt good, thank you Coach K for "holding my hand" yeah I didn't get all crazy and run or anything like that, getting out of bed after golfing Friday night was accomplishment enough.
Golfing Friday night fun times, good time had by all and golf game is gradually improving.
Golfed Sunday afternoon with the kidlets. Sad when you have to use your 7 year old's drive on no. 9 because you're a shankopotamous and the other two in your foursome sliced it onto the highway. (To give her some credit, she whacked it right down the middle of the fairway and it took a nice, healthy bounce, or two.)
Much love to Two Moms and a Hoe, loving the t-shirt, you can trim my bush anytime.
To you young, or in some cases, not so young, chippies who think its cool to take nudie shots on your phone and then text them to your boyfriend, do you not realize that the picture you took last night is now halfway across the nation because your boyfriend undoubtedly forwarded it to all of his buddies? Just waiting for the day that it gets back to your father, because yes, he too gets texts with boobies on them, on occasion. On a similar note, a forward of said boobies when they are anonymous (meaning you can tell its a still from a "paid" entertainer is one thing, seeing a forward of someone's boobies whom you might later see at the store is fucking gross...I'm just sayin.
Hoping that this is purely rumor, seeing as how life is like a game of telephone, but if there are insurance companies out there refusing to pay for the Missouri River flooding because they say it was caused by an act of man (Army Corps of Engineers not releasing water) may you rot in hell. NO, may the crabs of a 1,000 whores infest your crotch and may your arms be too short to scratch it.
It would be really nice if it stopped fucking raining....
Am I the only one who gets annoyed by the fact that JFK pretty much gets a free pass for fucking around on Jacque, IN the Whitehouse? Yeah, AHHH-nold is a poor excuse for a husband, but I'm sorry, didn't Maria's uncle do the same damn thing and yet no one says a word? (It's because he's dead isn't it?)
I kind of gotta agree with Roger Ebert. You tweet a photo of yourself drinking and partying it up and hours later die in a firey highspeed car crash, killing someone else in the process...hmmm....it's one of those things I will never understand about celebrities who get busted for OWI or who get in drunken car wrecks YOU OF ALL PEOPLE can afford to call a cab or HIRE a DRIVER! Not that we all haven't done stupid things while drinking, but really. (Oh and sorry Bam Magera, not sure that I buy that there are MILLIONS of people in mourning..yeah there are a bunch of us saying, "gee that's a shame" but had I not read that Ryan Dunn was "one of the dudes from Jackass", I'd have never known who he was...and the only reason I know who you are Mr. Magera is because you have your own show and your name is in the title.)
I am addicted to Mob Wives on VH-1. I want to punch Drita in the face every time she opens her mouth because I seriously don't think she's that tough and I think Carla is an idiot, but it's like the people watching show on the grand concourse at the state fair, I can't quit looking. Renee reminds me a little of my friend Trudy...
I have been on TSFL for over a year now. It was one year on June 1. I'm really annoyed at myself that I have not met goal nor been on transition and maintenance. AM I smaller than I was a year ago, yes and that makes me happy. Am I smaller than I was six months ago. NO and that pisses me off. I have all of the tools in front of me and I know how to make this work, the fact that I am not, really is stupid. Its like trying to build your deck using a pliers as your hammer when your hammer is sitting in the tool box. You think, "Yeah, this probably isn't going to work, but eh, whatever, it will eventually get this nail in."
The good news, weigh in is down three pounds...84,000 left to go.
Just felt like spewing alot of randomness today....
Two mile walk on Saturday felt good, thank you Coach K for "holding my hand" yeah I didn't get all crazy and run or anything like that, getting out of bed after golfing Friday night was accomplishment enough.
Golfing Friday night fun times, good time had by all and golf game is gradually improving.
Golfed Sunday afternoon with the kidlets. Sad when you have to use your 7 year old's drive on no. 9 because you're a shankopotamous and the other two in your foursome sliced it onto the highway. (To give her some credit, she whacked it right down the middle of the fairway and it took a nice, healthy bounce, or two.)
Much love to Two Moms and a Hoe, loving the t-shirt, you can trim my bush anytime.
To you young, or in some cases, not so young, chippies who think its cool to take nudie shots on your phone and then text them to your boyfriend, do you not realize that the picture you took last night is now halfway across the nation because your boyfriend undoubtedly forwarded it to all of his buddies? Just waiting for the day that it gets back to your father, because yes, he too gets texts with boobies on them, on occasion. On a similar note, a forward of said boobies when they are anonymous (meaning you can tell its a still from a "paid" entertainer is one thing, seeing a forward of someone's boobies whom you might later see at the store is fucking gross...I'm just sayin.
Hoping that this is purely rumor, seeing as how life is like a game of telephone, but if there are insurance companies out there refusing to pay for the Missouri River flooding because they say it was caused by an act of man (Army Corps of Engineers not releasing water) may you rot in hell. NO, may the crabs of a 1,000 whores infest your crotch and may your arms be too short to scratch it.
It would be really nice if it stopped fucking raining....
Am I the only one who gets annoyed by the fact that JFK pretty much gets a free pass for fucking around on Jacque, IN the Whitehouse? Yeah, AHHH-nold is a poor excuse for a husband, but I'm sorry, didn't Maria's uncle do the same damn thing and yet no one says a word? (It's because he's dead isn't it?)
I kind of gotta agree with Roger Ebert. You tweet a photo of yourself drinking and partying it up and hours later die in a firey highspeed car crash, killing someone else in the process...hmmm....it's one of those things I will never understand about celebrities who get busted for OWI or who get in drunken car wrecks YOU OF ALL PEOPLE can afford to call a cab or HIRE a DRIVER! Not that we all haven't done stupid things while drinking, but really. (Oh and sorry Bam Magera, not sure that I buy that there are MILLIONS of people in mourning..yeah there are a bunch of us saying, "gee that's a shame" but had I not read that Ryan Dunn was "one of the dudes from Jackass", I'd have never known who he was...and the only reason I know who you are Mr. Magera is because you have your own show and your name is in the title.)
I am addicted to Mob Wives on VH-1. I want to punch Drita in the face every time she opens her mouth because I seriously don't think she's that tough and I think Carla is an idiot, but it's like the people watching show on the grand concourse at the state fair, I can't quit looking. Renee reminds me a little of my friend Trudy...
I have been on TSFL for over a year now. It was one year on June 1. I'm really annoyed at myself that I have not met goal nor been on transition and maintenance. AM I smaller than I was a year ago, yes and that makes me happy. Am I smaller than I was six months ago. NO and that pisses me off. I have all of the tools in front of me and I know how to make this work, the fact that I am not, really is stupid. Its like trying to build your deck using a pliers as your hammer when your hammer is sitting in the tool box. You think, "Yeah, this probably isn't going to work, but eh, whatever, it will eventually get this nail in."
The good news, weigh in is down three pounds...84,000 left to go.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Contradiction in term
Is what I am. Either that or the complete definition of irony. For example. Last night, I was in the bathroom at a restaurant. The toilet paper roll is empty. There is a roll of toilet paper that's probably 1/2 gone sitting on the lid of the toilet, meaning that numerous people have used that roll of paper. I was instantly annoyed and I took the spring loaded TP thingy off the holder and replaced it! It's that easy people! However, I am notorious for not doing the same at home. We have one of those holders that stands beside the throne, you have to unscrew the one end to put a new roll on and sometimes (2 a.m. when I wake up having to get rid of 120 oz. of water) its too much to unscrew the thingy so I just set it on top of the holder.
I could give you numerous examples...that's just how I am, I guess. Take me or leave me.
Yesterday I got my hair done..always makes a girl feel good, especially when it involves getting rid of her nasty ass Alabama hooker roots. Ra-ra wants to chop it all off. Another one of those "Just can't do it Captain" things. I did it once. I did Lock of Love, it was a good cause, it grew back rather quickly, but I am a long hair girl. I adore my ponytails when I am in a hurry. I think part of it is that before i started kindergarten my mom chopped all of my hair off. Like mega short. I think it gave me a complex that still exists today. That and the fact that I have a fat, round face and once read somewhere that long hair makes your face look longer. I did let her take about three inches off. It was a compromise.
I got new contacts yesterday. It's like a whole new world out there....(it was a massive for fuck around, thanks to the Wal-Mart vision Center). IF A. My prescription didn't run out in two days and B. I was not on my last pair, which had been in WAAAAY longer than the 2 weeks you are supposed to wear them, I would have said fuck it and ordered them online, like I have been doing. But, I didn't want to have to wait a week for them to come in. Seriously, one more bad Wal-Mart experience and I may start protesting....What really pissed me off was it took like 35 minutes and so there for I was running behind and I was pissed off and wanting to just get the fuck out of dodge, and I neglected to stop at Hy-Vee for PB2. Bastard Wal-mart anyway...
I avoided the massive best burger in Iowa, but only because we didn't get to the Duck, we went to Prime Time. Ordered food i shouldn't have, but left nearly all of it, but the meat, so there was some sort of victory there. I don't know why I can't just completely wrap my head around this this time. But again, I keep trying....and I will keep trying...until my skinny jeans stop talking to me.
Golfing with Drew tonight, 2 mile run/walk tomorrow, working tomorrow night, perhaps more golf Sunday...so I am staying active. Golfing with Drew versus Trudy is safer. (Love ya Trud and its a damn good time, but I doubt Drew and I will share a six pack on the first 9 and a 12 pack on the second.)
I could give you numerous examples...that's just how I am, I guess. Take me or leave me.
Yesterday I got my hair done..always makes a girl feel good, especially when it involves getting rid of her nasty ass Alabama hooker roots. Ra-ra wants to chop it all off. Another one of those "Just can't do it Captain" things. I did it once. I did Lock of Love, it was a good cause, it grew back rather quickly, but I am a long hair girl. I adore my ponytails when I am in a hurry. I think part of it is that before i started kindergarten my mom chopped all of my hair off. Like mega short. I think it gave me a complex that still exists today. That and the fact that I have a fat, round face and once read somewhere that long hair makes your face look longer. I did let her take about three inches off. It was a compromise.
I got new contacts yesterday. It's like a whole new world out there....(it was a massive for fuck around, thanks to the Wal-Mart vision Center). IF A. My prescription didn't run out in two days and B. I was not on my last pair, which had been in WAAAAY longer than the 2 weeks you are supposed to wear them, I would have said fuck it and ordered them online, like I have been doing. But, I didn't want to have to wait a week for them to come in. Seriously, one more bad Wal-Mart experience and I may start protesting....What really pissed me off was it took like 35 minutes and so there for I was running behind and I was pissed off and wanting to just get the fuck out of dodge, and I neglected to stop at Hy-Vee for PB2. Bastard Wal-mart anyway...
I avoided the massive best burger in Iowa, but only because we didn't get to the Duck, we went to Prime Time. Ordered food i shouldn't have, but left nearly all of it, but the meat, so there was some sort of victory there. I don't know why I can't just completely wrap my head around this this time. But again, I keep trying....and I will keep trying...until my skinny jeans stop talking to me.
Golfing with Drew tonight, 2 mile run/walk tomorrow, working tomorrow night, perhaps more golf Sunday...so I am staying active. Golfing with Drew versus Trudy is safer. (Love ya Trud and its a damn good time, but I doubt Drew and I will share a six pack on the first 9 and a 12 pack on the second.)
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Ass maggotss and funky livers (a little graphic today)
This has been my weekend, thankfully, the ass maggots and funky liver are not mine, just periphery issues that have been floating through my life. Let's see, where have I been and what have I been up to since we last chit-chatted???? Ah-yes....
First 18 holes of golf for the year=epic failure. Well, okay, maybe not epic, but I sure remember being much better at it 16 years ago. I am pretty decent with a 4-wood and a 5-iron. I can usually pitch like a mo-fo, but beyond that I suck...hard. Three margaritas and a 6-pack did not improve my game. It did improve my mood and the fun level, though! (And I did feel as though I was about to be attacked my a peacock every time I turned around, that could have had some bearing on my horrible driving.)
Thursday=hangover and a whole lotta nothing.
Friday= MIL taken to Mercy for funky liver happenings. (For some reason every time I type the word funky I start singing Funky-Col-Medina in my head) Spent the day with the nieces and nephew, Big D and I were like drill sergeants at day camp. It went well, they nearly ate me out of house and home. I put a pork roast and some cheesy potatoes in my two crock pots for them to eat for supper, as I was moonlighting that night and there was not a bite left. I honestly think they licked the potato pot.
Saturday-We camped out in tents....we had a double wide. Yes, our tent had two rooms. We narrowly avoided marriage counseling setting the tent up and it only took us three beers each. One bottle of crown royal (Big D) a six pack of Jeremiah Weed (me) and a few Vegas bombs later, sleeping on the ground wasn't so bad! However, at 4:30 a.m. when the first little drops of rain began to fall, we realized that our "double-wide" while having two rooms, had no roof. It was all screen. (The extra piece of canvasy crap and the extra ties that we both asked, "What the fuck are these for?" began to make sense.) In our booze soaked haze we just pulled the blankets over our heads and went back to sleep. At some point the blanket came off of my face. (Probably because I can't sleep with anything on my face as I have some mild claustrophobia issues) The rain continued to fall intermittently and when I woke up for good and went in the house, my mascara had run like little black rivers all down my face making me look a little like Gene Simmons after a Kiss concert. Yes kids, there is a reason we don't "tent"...we have 32 foot travel trailer that has a roof..... Oh and there is no need for a mechanical engineering degree when putting our camper away. We do not need to strategically fold it into an Origami like shape in order to shove it into a bag that is six sizes smaller than the tent. We just back the fucker into the machine shed and push the button on the automatic jack. (Seriously, is there anyone on this planet that can get a tent back into its bag correctly? If you exist I will hire you to do it for me.)
Now what else? Ah yes, ass maggots. My darling sister-in law's precious pooch Jackson is... how do I put this gently? Morbidly obese in human terms. He's a corgi. I have a corgi as well. Miley, (my corgi) on a good day, after having just devoured the carcass of a deer, MIGHT weigh 20 pounds. I mean she stands a whole 3 inches off the ground. I am not lying when I say Jackson probably weighs 80 pounds. Yes, we've tried diet and exercise programs, and now that he lives on the farm, he's a bit more active, but he's been on puppy Prozac for his nerve issues and he's just. well.....Jackson. Turns out even though we THINK he's been a little more active..He's been too lazy to actually get up and crap, therefore, ass maggots were discovered in his massive dingleberry. While you all are gagging at this story, I am laughing my ass off because I am picturing my, 'almost went to vet school-animals dying is a way of life- yes dear that is a pile of shit, try not to step in it with your high heels-what do you mean your dog is on Prozac?-' younger brother trying to solve this problem for his wife. To wrap the story up..maggots are gone but my "nephew dog" has a shaved ass....it made me laugh this morning. (I'm picturing the little tub-o-lard running around the farm with a shaved ass..I can't help but picture one of those red ass monkeys)
MIL is home from the hospital doing fine, but still no real answer as to what her diagnosis is...they "think" it was a medication reaction...but test results are still to come, I guess. She's weak and tired, but her vitals are all strong and we're not asking her to run a marathon, so she can just rest and recoup.
My parents celebrate their 45th wedding anniversary this week. I wanted to put their picture in the paper and have a little card shower. Mom refused. She said, 'It's just 45 years, its not a big deal.' Ummm when the average length of a marriage in the U.S. is what 5 years? I would say 45 is kind of a big deal. We are celebrating with an all grown-ups meal out, starting with cocktails on my brothers new deck. (At least that's what our social coordinator (who also happens to be the dog ass shaver) is telling us.) I added the cocktails on his new deck part, since he's hiring my child to watch the youngin's....I think he wants to have a peaceful dinner that does not include wrestling his 2-year old and eating 'Hot balls" at "The hot ball barn"... (My nephew Clay calls cheese balls hot balls and calls Darrells Place the hot ball barn.) We are going to the Rusty Duck for our meal. It is home to the best burger in the state of Iowa. I have had this burger. It will take everything I have to resist ordering it. I wonder if getting drunk before dinner would be less calorically damaging?
Now--food and diet wise...bleh....lots of booze, I did eat the purple cauliflower. it was good, although I am suspicious that the purple is just dye, as it makes the water purple when you cook it. I tried the pre-cooked tyson chicken fajitas...ewww...too many pieces of "funky fatish gristle" shit. I literally threw up in my mouth and threw it out to the dogs. I cannot handle any part of chicken thats not the 100% middle of the breast, nice, pulls apart almost stringy breast piece. Just can't do it Captain. So I ended up having a spoon full of peanut butter and a piece of string cheese as my protein last night.
Today and tomorrow I am on a "liquid" detox. Shakes and tomato soup only. They are the lower calorie options and I need to flush the bad shit out. (Kind of like that scene in Dumb and Dumber where Jim Carey thinks he's doing the Heimlich maneuver by pushing the guys legs up and down saying "Out with the bad, in with the good...")
The good news right now is that salads no longer have that "oh God not another fucking salad" effect on my anymore, like they did for a time and even when I'm not perfect, I am doing much better at getting my vegetables in. Yes, for a while I was on anti-vegetable mode.
Weigh in this week was up 2 pounds, deservedly so...I am not perfect, never have claimed to be, but I keep trying and that my friends is all I can do! Peace out!
First 18 holes of golf for the year=epic failure. Well, okay, maybe not epic, but I sure remember being much better at it 16 years ago. I am pretty decent with a 4-wood and a 5-iron. I can usually pitch like a mo-fo, but beyond that I suck...hard. Three margaritas and a 6-pack did not improve my game. It did improve my mood and the fun level, though! (And I did feel as though I was about to be attacked my a peacock every time I turned around, that could have had some bearing on my horrible driving.)
Thursday=hangover and a whole lotta nothing.
Friday= MIL taken to Mercy for funky liver happenings. (For some reason every time I type the word funky I start singing Funky-Col-Medina in my head) Spent the day with the nieces and nephew, Big D and I were like drill sergeants at day camp. It went well, they nearly ate me out of house and home. I put a pork roast and some cheesy potatoes in my two crock pots for them to eat for supper, as I was moonlighting that night and there was not a bite left. I honestly think they licked the potato pot.
Saturday-We camped out in tents....we had a double wide. Yes, our tent had two rooms. We narrowly avoided marriage counseling setting the tent up and it only took us three beers each. One bottle of crown royal (Big D) a six pack of Jeremiah Weed (me) and a few Vegas bombs later, sleeping on the ground wasn't so bad! However, at 4:30 a.m. when the first little drops of rain began to fall, we realized that our "double-wide" while having two rooms, had no roof. It was all screen. (The extra piece of canvasy crap and the extra ties that we both asked, "What the fuck are these for?" began to make sense.) In our booze soaked haze we just pulled the blankets over our heads and went back to sleep. At some point the blanket came off of my face. (Probably because I can't sleep with anything on my face as I have some mild claustrophobia issues) The rain continued to fall intermittently and when I woke up for good and went in the house, my mascara had run like little black rivers all down my face making me look a little like Gene Simmons after a Kiss concert. Yes kids, there is a reason we don't "tent"...we have 32 foot travel trailer that has a roof..... Oh and there is no need for a mechanical engineering degree when putting our camper away. We do not need to strategically fold it into an Origami like shape in order to shove it into a bag that is six sizes smaller than the tent. We just back the fucker into the machine shed and push the button on the automatic jack. (Seriously, is there anyone on this planet that can get a tent back into its bag correctly? If you exist I will hire you to do it for me.)
Now what else? Ah yes, ass maggots. My darling sister-in law's precious pooch Jackson is... how do I put this gently? Morbidly obese in human terms. He's a corgi. I have a corgi as well. Miley, (my corgi) on a good day, after having just devoured the carcass of a deer, MIGHT weigh 20 pounds. I mean she stands a whole 3 inches off the ground. I am not lying when I say Jackson probably weighs 80 pounds. Yes, we've tried diet and exercise programs, and now that he lives on the farm, he's a bit more active, but he's been on puppy Prozac for his nerve issues and he's just. well.....Jackson. Turns out even though we THINK he's been a little more active..He's been too lazy to actually get up and crap, therefore, ass maggots were discovered in his massive dingleberry. While you all are gagging at this story, I am laughing my ass off because I am picturing my, 'almost went to vet school-animals dying is a way of life- yes dear that is a pile of shit, try not to step in it with your high heels-what do you mean your dog is on Prozac?-' younger brother trying to solve this problem for his wife. To wrap the story up..maggots are gone but my "nephew dog" has a shaved ass....it made me laugh this morning. (I'm picturing the little tub-o-lard running around the farm with a shaved ass..I can't help but picture one of those red ass monkeys)
MIL is home from the hospital doing fine, but still no real answer as to what her diagnosis is...they "think" it was a medication reaction...but test results are still to come, I guess. She's weak and tired, but her vitals are all strong and we're not asking her to run a marathon, so she can just rest and recoup.
My parents celebrate their 45th wedding anniversary this week. I wanted to put their picture in the paper and have a little card shower. Mom refused. She said, 'It's just 45 years, its not a big deal.' Ummm when the average length of a marriage in the U.S. is what 5 years? I would say 45 is kind of a big deal. We are celebrating with an all grown-ups meal out, starting with cocktails on my brothers new deck. (At least that's what our social coordinator (who also happens to be the dog ass shaver) is telling us.) I added the cocktails on his new deck part, since he's hiring my child to watch the youngin's....I think he wants to have a peaceful dinner that does not include wrestling his 2-year old and eating 'Hot balls" at "The hot ball barn"... (My nephew Clay calls cheese balls hot balls and calls Darrells Place the hot ball barn.) We are going to the Rusty Duck for our meal. It is home to the best burger in the state of Iowa. I have had this burger. It will take everything I have to resist ordering it. I wonder if getting drunk before dinner would be less calorically damaging?
Now--food and diet wise...bleh....lots of booze, I did eat the purple cauliflower. it was good, although I am suspicious that the purple is just dye, as it makes the water purple when you cook it. I tried the pre-cooked tyson chicken fajitas...ewww...too many pieces of "funky fatish gristle" shit. I literally threw up in my mouth and threw it out to the dogs. I cannot handle any part of chicken thats not the 100% middle of the breast, nice, pulls apart almost stringy breast piece. Just can't do it Captain. So I ended up having a spoon full of peanut butter and a piece of string cheese as my protein last night.
Today and tomorrow I am on a "liquid" detox. Shakes and tomato soup only. They are the lower calorie options and I need to flush the bad shit out. (Kind of like that scene in Dumb and Dumber where Jim Carey thinks he's doing the Heimlich maneuver by pushing the guys legs up and down saying "Out with the bad, in with the good...")
The good news right now is that salads no longer have that "oh God not another fucking salad" effect on my anymore, like they did for a time and even when I'm not perfect, I am doing much better at getting my vegetables in. Yes, for a while I was on anti-vegetable mode.
Weigh in this week was up 2 pounds, deservedly so...I am not perfect, never have claimed to be, but I keep trying and that my friends is all I can do! Peace out!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Like the new scenery?
It was time to mix things up a little.
Turkey zucchini burgers=awesome..made a little dill mayo to put on top of it, had a salad and some tomatoes, good stuff Maynerd.
Its been too fucking hot to do much exercise, to be frank. Yes, I know, I should get up early in the morning and walk. I should stop biting my fingernails, drinking coffee, shopping for crap I don't need and give up my addiction to watching Ghost Adventures, too, but I don't foresee any of the above happening. You see, no matter how much energy I have. I HATE MORNINGS! Seriously. I am not a morning person. I honestly could sleep until noon and have no hard feelings about it. I always have been that way. I love my sleep like most people love their children; some of you maybe more than. To me, the 6 a.m. alarm I have in place for driver's ed, is plenty fucking early. Now, it's not to say that once drivers ed is over I won't get up at that time and walk...that could happen, especially since Drew wants to start going to the weight room in the morning versus evening. I walk-he lifts, it's a good program, its what we did last summer. It's not working right now because he has to be at school at 7, meaning, I have one hour (okay roughly 35 minutes, when you count the snooze button I hit and the time it takes to drive to town) to get ready for work every morning.
I do plan to golf this afternoon, so there is a little bit of exercise, yes it will be completely eliminated by the beer that will accompany it, but, alas, such is life.
Todays reason for losing weight: Cute tank tops, I see skinny people in cute tank tops and think, hmm if I didn't have bat wings and back fat, perhaps I could pull that off :)
Today's goal: Eat the purple cauliflower before it goes bad, you've been thinking about it, but just haven't done it. (Because you have to finish off the salad greens :)
Turkey zucchini burgers=awesome..made a little dill mayo to put on top of it, had a salad and some tomatoes, good stuff Maynerd.
Its been too fucking hot to do much exercise, to be frank. Yes, I know, I should get up early in the morning and walk. I should stop biting my fingernails, drinking coffee, shopping for crap I don't need and give up my addiction to watching Ghost Adventures, too, but I don't foresee any of the above happening. You see, no matter how much energy I have. I HATE MORNINGS! Seriously. I am not a morning person. I honestly could sleep until noon and have no hard feelings about it. I always have been that way. I love my sleep like most people love their children; some of you maybe more than. To me, the 6 a.m. alarm I have in place for driver's ed, is plenty fucking early. Now, it's not to say that once drivers ed is over I won't get up at that time and walk...that could happen, especially since Drew wants to start going to the weight room in the morning versus evening. I walk-he lifts, it's a good program, its what we did last summer. It's not working right now because he has to be at school at 7, meaning, I have one hour (okay roughly 35 minutes, when you count the snooze button I hit and the time it takes to drive to town) to get ready for work every morning.
I do plan to golf this afternoon, so there is a little bit of exercise, yes it will be completely eliminated by the beer that will accompany it, but, alas, such is life.
Todays reason for losing weight: Cute tank tops, I see skinny people in cute tank tops and think, hmm if I didn't have bat wings and back fat, perhaps I could pull that off :)
Today's goal: Eat the purple cauliflower before it goes bad, you've been thinking about it, but just haven't done it. (Because you have to finish off the salad greens :)
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Farmers Markets
are the best. Speaking of which, anyone know when the hell ours opens? I stopped at Exira's on Friday, sad that only one vendor was there (yes, I realize its early in the season but none the less, share your goods people!) The one vendor that was there was a good one though! He had some great mixed salad greens and fresh spinach. I got some homemade grape jelly for the kids, too. The only draw back, okay, two drawback, were...I didn't need the guy's life story and details on all of the products he had. (Dude I just want some fucking spinach.) Secondly, the bus full of rabid quilters who had descended upon the quilt shop that stopped at his stand and all paid in $20 so he was out of change. So, I went to the bar, who was also out of change...thank God one of the guys in the bar had change for me :)
Anyway, the greens and spinach were terrific. Can't wait until more fresh produce starts popping up for sale.
I bought the Morningstar Farms basil and tomato pizza burgers and am reminded that I love them dearly. I could eat them every day, mmmmm-mmmm good. Also bought the tyson chicken fajita stuff (the pre-cooked-kind, so we'll see how they are.) Tonight I'm making turkey burgers on the grill. Adding some shredded zucchini to keep them moist. I will have one with my greens and some tomatoes. Looking forward to it!
Weigh in-down 2 more pounds :)
Gee how many more to go?
Anyway, the greens and spinach were terrific. Can't wait until more fresh produce starts popping up for sale.
I bought the Morningstar Farms basil and tomato pizza burgers and am reminded that I love them dearly. I could eat them every day, mmmmm-mmmm good. Also bought the tyson chicken fajita stuff (the pre-cooked-kind, so we'll see how they are.) Tonight I'm making turkey burgers on the grill. Adding some shredded zucchini to keep them moist. I will have one with my greens and some tomatoes. Looking forward to it!
Weigh in-down 2 more pounds :)
Gee how many more to go?
Friday, June 3, 2011
Holy hill
Batman. I DID walk while Jaci was at dance last night. Hiked was more like it. I left the dance studio and immediately went up to the top of the hill to (forgive me, I've been away from Atlantic for too long) the top of Sunnyside Park, I think it was???Big ass honkin hill. I quickly went back down the hill, only to find myself trekking BACK up 14th? I think it was??? Took it to Birch, back over to 10th and back to the studio. Bottom line, my thighs and ass are killing me today. I felt like I needed a cane to walk to the bathroom when I got out of bed this morning. But that's a good thing! (all in all about 2 miles, less than 30 minutes)
Bummer, no PB2 at the Atl Hy-Vee. Another bummer, I thought I had grabbed kale to make more kale chips, only to discover that I had actually grabbed mustard greens. WTF does one do with mustard greens? If you have any ideas...throw 'em at me. All I can think of is sautee like you would fresh spinach. Something fun I did manage to grab was purple cauliflower. It's supposed to be a little sweeter, don't really care, I like cauliflower no matter what color it is, just thought purple would be fun!
I mentioned this next thing in my column for next week (yes, I KNOW I am an over achiever, as my deadline is like 5 days away!!!!) but someone shared with me an open letter written to the Governor of Michigan, from a superintendent who wants to change his high school into a prison. Think about what we spend annually on prisoners and what we spend annually on our students. I promise you, your panties will get in a wad. Prisoners at Oakdale Prison here in Iowa are living a $54,301 lifestyle....the state gives schools $5,280 (or something close to that) per student. To bring it closer to home. The people in our local jail, I don't call them prisoners, its not a prison its a jail...get to eat the daily special from the Food Pride deli everyday for lunch, dinner, and breakfast, too, I believe. I would like to be able to afford the daily special at Food Pride everyday, but I don't have that sort of funding. Yes, I know, they need to eat. You can get a loaf of bread for $1.29, a SQUEEZE bottle of mustard (no knife needed) for 99 cents and a package of bologna for $2 and you can make probably 10 sandwiches. There you go....Now if that were to happen there would be 87 lawyers screaming civil liberties. I'm sorry, when your social status went from citizen to criminal or prisoner, I think civil liberties get shitcanned too.
I thought when prisons were first created many, many, many moons ago it was to DETER people from committing crime. (For example in medieval times, we chained you to a wall and didn't feed you for a few days....I bet that sucked and I bet it would have made me think, "Wow that was a BAD idea." What does prison say now? I get all of my meals, healthcare, cable televsion, internet access, I can earn a college degree, I have a built in fitness center and all of my clothing is provided. And here's the best part....I don't have to pay a dime for it, someone else foots the bill. When I get out, I can't vote (but then again I never did in the first place) and it's a little hard to find a job, but that's okay, there are government hand-outs that give me enough money to buy cheeto's and Mt. Dew and I can dump bottles of water out on the curb and cash in the refund so I can buy my smokes and I'll get by. I'll have a couple more kids with baby mamas three and four (the tax payers will pay for that) and then get busted again so I can get cable tv again. I think there is very little in the current prison system that would DETER a criminal from committing another crime. Make them miserable! At least take their cable and internet away, please?
Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm over-exaggerating a bit and generalizing a tad but when it comes right down to it; if we gave schools the money per student that we give prisons per prisoner, perhaps those schools would be better equipped to make sure some students don't turn into prisoners...
Goal for today/tonight/this weekend-No snacks..you don't NEED them. You're simply bored and wanting to munch, so let's no do that, k?
Reason for losing weight---smaller bras. (yes, boobs are a good thing--but smaller bras are nice too, they are cuter)
Bummer, no PB2 at the Atl Hy-Vee. Another bummer, I thought I had grabbed kale to make more kale chips, only to discover that I had actually grabbed mustard greens. WTF does one do with mustard greens? If you have any ideas...throw 'em at me. All I can think of is sautee like you would fresh spinach. Something fun I did manage to grab was purple cauliflower. It's supposed to be a little sweeter, don't really care, I like cauliflower no matter what color it is, just thought purple would be fun!
I mentioned this next thing in my column for next week (yes, I KNOW I am an over achiever, as my deadline is like 5 days away!!!!) but someone shared with me an open letter written to the Governor of Michigan, from a superintendent who wants to change his high school into a prison. Think about what we spend annually on prisoners and what we spend annually on our students. I promise you, your panties will get in a wad. Prisoners at Oakdale Prison here in Iowa are living a $54,301 lifestyle....the state gives schools $5,280 (or something close to that) per student. To bring it closer to home. The people in our local jail, I don't call them prisoners, its not a prison its a jail...get to eat the daily special from the Food Pride deli everyday for lunch, dinner, and breakfast, too, I believe. I would like to be able to afford the daily special at Food Pride everyday, but I don't have that sort of funding. Yes, I know, they need to eat. You can get a loaf of bread for $1.29, a SQUEEZE bottle of mustard (no knife needed) for 99 cents and a package of bologna for $2 and you can make probably 10 sandwiches. There you go....Now if that were to happen there would be 87 lawyers screaming civil liberties. I'm sorry, when your social status went from citizen to criminal or prisoner, I think civil liberties get shitcanned too.
I thought when prisons were first created many, many, many moons ago it was to DETER people from committing crime. (For example in medieval times, we chained you to a wall and didn't feed you for a few days....I bet that sucked and I bet it would have made me think, "Wow that was a BAD idea." What does prison say now? I get all of my meals, healthcare, cable televsion, internet access, I can earn a college degree, I have a built in fitness center and all of my clothing is provided. And here's the best part....I don't have to pay a dime for it, someone else foots the bill. When I get out, I can't vote (but then again I never did in the first place) and it's a little hard to find a job, but that's okay, there are government hand-outs that give me enough money to buy cheeto's and Mt. Dew and I can dump bottles of water out on the curb and cash in the refund so I can buy my smokes and I'll get by. I'll have a couple more kids with baby mamas three and four (the tax payers will pay for that) and then get busted again so I can get cable tv again. I think there is very little in the current prison system that would DETER a criminal from committing another crime. Make them miserable! At least take their cable and internet away, please?
Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm over-exaggerating a bit and generalizing a tad but when it comes right down to it; if we gave schools the money per student that we give prisons per prisoner, perhaps those schools would be better equipped to make sure some students don't turn into prisoners...
Goal for today/tonight/this weekend-No snacks..you don't NEED them. You're simply bored and wanting to munch, so let's no do that, k?
Reason for losing weight---smaller bras. (yes, boobs are a good thing--but smaller bras are nice too, they are cuter)
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Cheating
but not really...it totally felt like it though. I made the creamy buffalo chicken from the lighter recipes site, and yow-za, was it good. It was a little thick, so I added some more hot sauce, accidentally took the lid off instead of just opening it, so it ended up being A LOT of extra hot sauce. Next time I think I will use WF ranch instead of the lite ranch, it seemed salty to me, so, the WF ranch will add less sodium. THEN, because I was in a snacky mood, I had "fried" dill pickles. GASP...I can hear you all now..FRIED?? You FRIED??? No, I did not fry. I crushed up a package of ranch soy crisps. Took two dill pickle spears dried them off well with a paper towel, dipped them in a little egg whites then rolled them in the crushed soy crisps. Put them on a PAM sprayed baking sheet and baked the little buggers at 450 for about 10 minutes. I spritzed a little ranch salad spritzer on them and viola! Fried dill pickles. Not EXACTLY like they make at Hooters, but close enough for comfort.
Goal last night= epic fail, well, I guess I wouldn't say epic. I only managed a half hour instead of an hour walk and I went 2 miles and then some. I did get my 15 minute goal accomplish tho. I walked 1 mile, jogged 1 400, walked another 400 then the remaining three-400's I walked the straightaways and jogged the corners. which means I jogged 1000 meters, which would equal???? (too many numbers my brain is starting to hurt!) basically a 200 short of 3/4 of a mile. Drew was supposed to run with me, be my Jillian-minus the snarl and capri pants, but being a boy he does have her "butch" look down. (Yes, she has long hair and can be mildly pretty at times, but she looks a lot like a dude at other times...I seriously keep searching for the Adams apple, and not just because she's buff...I think its her extremely angular jaw line...I dunno). He however did not realize we were running in public (GASP). I must officially be old because I have entered the "do not be seen in public with your mother" phase. He took Jace to t-ball, quickly got bored and came to walk/run with me. So evidently, I'm not too horrific, yet.
Goal today- Depending on if I get off work early (meaning noonish) walk/jog this afternoon or walk while Jaci is dancing in Atl tonight. I really need to walk while she's at dance to avoid the whole "call ex-coworkers and have a margarita" thing....I do however need to stop at Hy-Vee to see if I can find the PB2 and get some baggies....
Reason for weight loss today- jogging...plain and simple...less fat around the midsection, means less wind I will suck when jogging and man do I suck a lot of wind....
Bonus--How to tell if you're totally committed to TSFL--the wind...not only am I sucking it, the soy is making me break it...often...also, when looking at Tupperware, I ignore the gadgety type products and the big bowl and the organizational pieces and eye the little sets that would hold my soup/pudding/shakes/perfectly.
Goal last night= epic fail, well, I guess I wouldn't say epic. I only managed a half hour instead of an hour walk and I went 2 miles and then some. I did get my 15 minute goal accomplish tho. I walked 1 mile, jogged 1 400, walked another 400 then the remaining three-400's I walked the straightaways and jogged the corners. which means I jogged 1000 meters, which would equal???? (too many numbers my brain is starting to hurt!) basically a 200 short of 3/4 of a mile. Drew was supposed to run with me, be my Jillian-minus the snarl and capri pants, but being a boy he does have her "butch" look down. (Yes, she has long hair and can be mildly pretty at times, but she looks a lot like a dude at other times...I seriously keep searching for the Adams apple, and not just because she's buff...I think its her extremely angular jaw line...I dunno). He however did not realize we were running in public (GASP). I must officially be old because I have entered the "do not be seen in public with your mother" phase. He took Jace to t-ball, quickly got bored and came to walk/run with me. So evidently, I'm not too horrific, yet.
Goal today- Depending on if I get off work early (meaning noonish) walk/jog this afternoon or walk while Jaci is dancing in Atl tonight. I really need to walk while she's at dance to avoid the whole "call ex-coworkers and have a margarita" thing....I do however need to stop at Hy-Vee to see if I can find the PB2 and get some baggies....
Reason for weight loss today- jogging...plain and simple...less fat around the midsection, means less wind I will suck when jogging and man do I suck a lot of wind....
Bonus--How to tell if you're totally committed to TSFL--the wind...not only am I sucking it, the soy is making me break it...often...also, when looking at Tupperware, I ignore the gadgety type products and the big bowl and the organizational pieces and eye the little sets that would hold my soup/pudding/shakes/perfectly.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Entitlement
is bugging the hell out of me today. If I recall my government classes correctly, no where in the Bill of Rights nor the Constitution does it say, "I am entitled to receive anything and everything I ask for, no matter what." When we are born, the only thing were entitled to is our freedoms, which do not include "gimme, gimme, gimme."
It annoys the hell out of me when I drive up to Caring and Sharing in my 1997 POS minivan with 150,000 miles on it to drop off my donation, only to see those who are there to receive goods pull up in brand new vehicles carrying a Coach bag.
I am annoyed by governmental entities/leaders/elected officials who refuse to tighten belts or make difficult decisions because they can just raise the taxes to make up for their lack of common sense OR because the taxpayer money isn't "their" money, so who who cares if we spend it on frivolous crap we don't really need.
I am annoyed by those individuals and even multi-million dollar businesses who ask for government hand outs and when those hand outs are offered, they are not good enough. I'm sorry, how about the rest of us who receive NO handouts????
I am annoyed that a job paying $18 an hour is not "good enough" employment for certain people or that a $55,000 annual salary is much too small...Really? REALLY????
Hooof-dee, that's enough lamenting. But honestly, some of these people make me want to scream, often and loudly.
Last night I had a marvelous stirfry...I did some prep work and cut up three chicken breasts, measuring out 6 ounces and bagging them up individually. I threw in a bag of fresh stirfry veggies, mostly big beautiful broccoli heads with a few pea pods and some broccoli slaw. I did pick out the bigger pieces of shredded carrot, BUT not all..this is another fail area of my TSFL lifestyle. I cannot fathom that a few random pieces of shredded carrot will contain enough carbohydrates to kick me out of fat burn. Anywho, I mixed up a simple "sauce" of a sash of sesame oil, low salt-light soy sauce, garlic, red pepper flakes and the last of the PB2 I had been hoarding to make a "thai-peanut sauce" YUMMO!!!
I made the brownie bottom soft serve for dessert. I mixed the PB soft serve with just enough water to make it like a thick pudding consistency, then dropped half of it in a heap on top of each 1/2 brownie and froze it for an hour. Seriously the best way I have found yet to eat the soft serve, in fact, I may just order some more. I had never liked the consistency of it, the flavor was fine, it was the "slushy" consistency that made me cack. Mixing it like a pudding and then freezing is MUCH better...
Jaci has t-ball tonight, so I will be walking tonight, gotta keep trying to get my speed up for the 5K's coming up. Tomorrow night I will be in Atl for dance, so I hope to walk during that time, too...Drew has drivers ed all week (class and driving) so Jaci has been coming to work with me, Friday morning we may go for a wlak instead of coming in to the office at 7, we shall see...its good to have a plan.
Today's goal- Jaci has one hour of ball, my goal is 4 miles in that one hour...shouldn't be hard to do.
Today's reason for losing weight--getting rid of that arm/underarm/sideboob/flab that kind of sticks out from your bra/underarm area when wearing a tank top....that seriously needs to go. time to break out the resistance bands again....
It annoys the hell out of me when I drive up to Caring and Sharing in my 1997 POS minivan with 150,000 miles on it to drop off my donation, only to see those who are there to receive goods pull up in brand new vehicles carrying a Coach bag.
I am annoyed by governmental entities/leaders/elected officials who refuse to tighten belts or make difficult decisions because they can just raise the taxes to make up for their lack of common sense OR because the taxpayer money isn't "their" money, so who who cares if we spend it on frivolous crap we don't really need.
I am annoyed by those individuals and even multi-million dollar businesses who ask for government hand outs and when those hand outs are offered, they are not good enough. I'm sorry, how about the rest of us who receive NO handouts????
I am annoyed that a job paying $18 an hour is not "good enough" employment for certain people or that a $55,000 annual salary is much too small...Really? REALLY????
Hooof-dee, that's enough lamenting. But honestly, some of these people make me want to scream, often and loudly.
Last night I had a marvelous stirfry...I did some prep work and cut up three chicken breasts, measuring out 6 ounces and bagging them up individually. I threw in a bag of fresh stirfry veggies, mostly big beautiful broccoli heads with a few pea pods and some broccoli slaw. I did pick out the bigger pieces of shredded carrot, BUT not all..this is another fail area of my TSFL lifestyle. I cannot fathom that a few random pieces of shredded carrot will contain enough carbohydrates to kick me out of fat burn. Anywho, I mixed up a simple "sauce" of a sash of sesame oil, low salt-light soy sauce, garlic, red pepper flakes and the last of the PB2 I had been hoarding to make a "thai-peanut sauce" YUMMO!!!
I made the brownie bottom soft serve for dessert. I mixed the PB soft serve with just enough water to make it like a thick pudding consistency, then dropped half of it in a heap on top of each 1/2 brownie and froze it for an hour. Seriously the best way I have found yet to eat the soft serve, in fact, I may just order some more. I had never liked the consistency of it, the flavor was fine, it was the "slushy" consistency that made me cack. Mixing it like a pudding and then freezing is MUCH better...
Jaci has t-ball tonight, so I will be walking tonight, gotta keep trying to get my speed up for the 5K's coming up. Tomorrow night I will be in Atl for dance, so I hope to walk during that time, too...Drew has drivers ed all week (class and driving) so Jaci has been coming to work with me, Friday morning we may go for a wlak instead of coming in to the office at 7, we shall see...its good to have a plan.
Today's goal- Jaci has one hour of ball, my goal is 4 miles in that one hour...shouldn't be hard to do.
Today's reason for losing weight--getting rid of that arm/underarm/sideboob/flab that kind of sticks out from your bra/underarm area when wearing a tank top....that seriously needs to go. time to break out the resistance bands again....
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Pulled one over
on Wally-world. Well, not technically, I just gave them the stink eye and reminded them of their latest advertising campaign, "Match it..Match it..match it." I went to Atl Saturday, fully intending to shop at Hy-Vee so I could use their buy 10 get 5 free Powerade coupon. Drew called as we were in Brayton needing extra socks, so, change of plans, Wal-Mart it is. I remembered that they honor other stores coupons and price match. So I picked up my 15 32 oz bottles of Powerade Zero and the rest of the things I needed and proceeded to the check out, where I was told they didn't honor BOGO coupons...hmmm I said, "No where on your ads does it say that and in all honesty, if it weren't for these $3.50 socks here I would be purchasing all of these goods at Hy-Vee." So, she called the manager who said he "wanted to make me happy" (Sorry dude, unless you magically convert me into a size 5 while simultaneously changing yourself into Jon Bon Jovi, I will not be "happy" while in a Wal-Mart) He did make me content however, by offering me 10 powerades at half price or 39 cents each...bonus. Well the Wal-mart checker, being the rocket scientist they normally are misunderstood and gave me all 15 of them at half price. That's 15-32 oz bottles of Powerade for $5.85 :) Boo-ya....
That was about as productive as it got for me over the weekend. Busy. Lots of stuff going on, but found plenty of time to relax and enjoy, as well. Diet wise, we did ok...drank too much, but such is life. Weighed in this morning as three day weekends always screw up my time table. Tomorrow will be Tuesday all day, guaranteed..anywho, down another 2 pounds...we will take it.
Today's goal--more water, flush the system out...
Today's reason for losing weight--Its still the skinny jeans hanging on my wall mocking me. I want them to stop mocking and start fitting...
That was about as productive as it got for me over the weekend. Busy. Lots of stuff going on, but found plenty of time to relax and enjoy, as well. Diet wise, we did ok...drank too much, but such is life. Weighed in this morning as three day weekends always screw up my time table. Tomorrow will be Tuesday all day, guaranteed..anywho, down another 2 pounds...we will take it.
Today's goal--more water, flush the system out...
Today's reason for losing weight--Its still the skinny jeans hanging on my wall mocking me. I want them to stop mocking and start fitting...
Thursday, May 26, 2011
A pile of
randomness...I feel the need to purge (thoughts that is)
I can't help but be mildly entertained when listening to KISS 107.5 and the "Christian" station starts fuzzing in and out... "Sex in the air I don't care I love the smell of Jesus loves me this I know..." how can that not make you laugh out loud?
Speaking of that song, rarely do I turn the channel when I have the kids with me, if a song that they "shouldn't" listen to comes on, but this one I do...it kind of creeps me out and makes me want to take a shower after listening to it.
I can say that I never once watched a second of this season's "American Idol", "Biggest Loser" or "Dancing with the Stars." And I feel somewhat smarter because of it...(not to put down anyone who does watch these three shows, I just had zero interest in any of them)
Jicama intrigues me..evidently it intrigues spell check, as well, as it keeps wanting me to change it to Jamaica....
I heard that a guy in Florida got pulled over and eventually busted for drug possession. They found the stuff up his ass...he claimed it wasn't his..."I'm sorry ociffer, someone must have shoved this bag of coke up my ass without my noticing." (Thud...) BUT in all honestly, it makes me wonder if the drug dog truly detected the drugs or if he was just being a typical dog and sniffing ass?
Speaking of dogs, I do like dogs, I am a dog person, however, I draw the line at letting something that eats its own shit lick my face...
I understand that around these parts "extreme" couponing, to the extent that is shown on TV is not possible because we don't have stores that have "store cards" and those that allow double coupons. I get that, fine, whatever, I see no need to coupon to that extreme. What I don't understand about the whole process is-- what in the FUCK does a person do with 178 bottles of laundry soap? I commend those that purchase these ridiculous amounts of products and then donate them to charity and I'm all about doing what you can to save money. But there was a chick on there last night that would have to eat Hamburger Helper everyday for 2 years in order to eat it all before its expiration date. Now, I don't know about you, but I like a little variety. Also, have you noticed that the majority of the people on this show are overweight? Hmmm processed food much???? I guess I don't buy stuff just because I have a coupon for it, or because its on sale..I buy the shit I need, if its on sale, or if I remember that I have a coupon for it, then bonus...
I cannot say the word coupon without saying it in Ron White fashion... "Koo-pin"
Last night, decent night, had a burger wrapped in lettuce leaves with a side salad and some cauliflower..made the crunch bar/brownie cookies, they were good (ate the other two already today)...
Tonight's meal will be dash and dine, not sure what I will have, as I have to drive to my mom's to get Jaci, ,bring her to dance, where I plan to walk, drive back to my mom's to pick up Drew and drop jaci off, as Drew has a cattle show this weekend and is working diligently to get the calves ready and won't be done in time to leave with the rest of us prior to dance..AND he has driver's ed at 7 bells tomorrow morning, so Jaci is staying over at grandma's to avoid the 6 a.m. wake up call...eeshhh when does school start again?
goal of exercise last night= epic fail---such is life
Goal tonight--sensible dine and dash, or perhaps have that 5th meal at 6 ish and have my L&G around 8...
Today's reason for losing weight---more energy (yeah, not really exciting or prolific, but I do appreciate the extra energy being on plan and being smaller provides)
I can't help but be mildly entertained when listening to KISS 107.5 and the "Christian" station starts fuzzing in and out... "Sex in the air I don't care I love the smell of Jesus loves me this I know..." how can that not make you laugh out loud?
Speaking of that song, rarely do I turn the channel when I have the kids with me, if a song that they "shouldn't" listen to comes on, but this one I do...it kind of creeps me out and makes me want to take a shower after listening to it.
I can say that I never once watched a second of this season's "American Idol", "Biggest Loser" or "Dancing with the Stars." And I feel somewhat smarter because of it...(not to put down anyone who does watch these three shows, I just had zero interest in any of them)
Jicama intrigues me..evidently it intrigues spell check, as well, as it keeps wanting me to change it to Jamaica....
I heard that a guy in Florida got pulled over and eventually busted for drug possession. They found the stuff up his ass...he claimed it wasn't his..."I'm sorry ociffer, someone must have shoved this bag of coke up my ass without my noticing." (Thud...) BUT in all honestly, it makes me wonder if the drug dog truly detected the drugs or if he was just being a typical dog and sniffing ass?
Speaking of dogs, I do like dogs, I am a dog person, however, I draw the line at letting something that eats its own shit lick my face...
I understand that around these parts "extreme" couponing, to the extent that is shown on TV is not possible because we don't have stores that have "store cards" and those that allow double coupons. I get that, fine, whatever, I see no need to coupon to that extreme. What I don't understand about the whole process is-- what in the FUCK does a person do with 178 bottles of laundry soap? I commend those that purchase these ridiculous amounts of products and then donate them to charity and I'm all about doing what you can to save money. But there was a chick on there last night that would have to eat Hamburger Helper everyday for 2 years in order to eat it all before its expiration date. Now, I don't know about you, but I like a little variety. Also, have you noticed that the majority of the people on this show are overweight? Hmmm processed food much???? I guess I don't buy stuff just because I have a coupon for it, or because its on sale..I buy the shit I need, if its on sale, or if I remember that I have a coupon for it, then bonus...
I cannot say the word coupon without saying it in Ron White fashion... "Koo-pin"
Last night, decent night, had a burger wrapped in lettuce leaves with a side salad and some cauliflower..made the crunch bar/brownie cookies, they were good (ate the other two already today)...
Tonight's meal will be dash and dine, not sure what I will have, as I have to drive to my mom's to get Jaci, ,bring her to dance, where I plan to walk, drive back to my mom's to pick up Drew and drop jaci off, as Drew has a cattle show this weekend and is working diligently to get the calves ready and won't be done in time to leave with the rest of us prior to dance..AND he has driver's ed at 7 bells tomorrow morning, so Jaci is staying over at grandma's to avoid the 6 a.m. wake up call...eeshhh when does school start again?
goal of exercise last night= epic fail---such is life
Goal tonight--sensible dine and dash, or perhaps have that 5th meal at 6 ish and have my L&G around 8...
Today's reason for losing weight---more energy (yeah, not really exciting or prolific, but I do appreciate the extra energy being on plan and being smaller provides)
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
swai
is my new discovery...don't ask me how to pronounce it, or where specifically it comes from. I just know that it is a nice, cheap, meaty, very mild fish. Food Pride (er Audubon Foods, sorry) has it for like 89 cents a package right now. Two packages equals one serving. I wrapped mine in foil sprinkled it with dill and squeezed a little lemon juice on it and threw it on the grill (frozen mind you) grilled that puppy for 20 minutes. It was good. Not fishy AT ALL. Which is how I like my fish. Funny, I know, but I know a lot of people who don't want their fish to taste "fishy" which means they don't want to eat anything that tastes like pond water. It sort of reminds me of the people that say, 'It tastes just like chicken.' If I hear that, then I say, "Then I will just order the chicken" because anything that "tastes just like chicken" is meant to be worn, not eaten... (alligator, snake, etc.)
I added some grilled asparagus to my plate along with the rest of my kale baked into kale chips...yummm.
I made my goal of not having any bites last night..whoo hoo, small steps, kids, small steps...
I didn't get a walk in last night, but I did do some gardening and weed pulling, my pig shit infused garden is very happy, my thumb just might turn green yet!
Today's reason for losing weight: getting a new sparkly belt
Today's goal: exercise of some sort, even if I can't get outside to do it.
I added some grilled asparagus to my plate along with the rest of my kale baked into kale chips...yummm.
I made my goal of not having any bites last night..whoo hoo, small steps, kids, small steps...
I didn't get a walk in last night, but I did do some gardening and weed pulling, my pig shit infused garden is very happy, my thumb just might turn green yet!
Today's reason for losing weight: getting a new sparkly belt
Today's goal: exercise of some sort, even if I can't get outside to do it.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Really? Really?
Seriously...some people just need kicked in the teeth, repeatedly....and often...like hourly. I mean the audacity people have nowadays is just astounding. It makes me wonder how some people sleep at night. Anyway, enough about that....pointless people will not fuck up my day, so there!
Anywho...even being on plan it really is amazing how difficult it is to avoid a bite this time around. When I first started on plan, I didn't really allow a bite here or a bite there. I would make potato salad, or something like that, for the family and the would just have to be happy with how it tasted. This time around, I'm finding myself lacking the resolve to not take that "taste". I think until you are on this plan, you can't grasp that concept. I know I have heard from NP's (non-plan peeps) that, "oh it's just a bite." And while that may be true, those "bites" all add up and can throw you out of fat burn in a heart beat because no body just has ONE bite. It's a bit of this and a taste of that and a bite of whatever that is, because just one bite won't hurt. Well in the grand scheme of things, yes, one bite won't kill me, BUT it will seriously extend the time it takes to drop these last 20 pounds.
I made potato salad the other night and didn't hesitate to taste it because I have not been diligent this time around. What I've realized I should have done is swished the potato salad around in my mouth then spit it out into the garbage! Yes, that might officially turn me into a whack job, but the point of the matter is, sometimes there really is a terrible struggle in avoiding "just one bite."
So my goal this week, no bites...no tastes. If I'm not going to give up my beer, then I must give up my bites. Plain and simple.
Reason for losing weight--my tire returned and this time its a tractor tire. The weight I gained back, all went directly to my stomach. It's hideous. I feel like a blob....bleh...
BTW- 2 miles walked last night...the way the weather is looking, its not looking too promising for a walk this evening. Rat bastards....
Anywho...even being on plan it really is amazing how difficult it is to avoid a bite this time around. When I first started on plan, I didn't really allow a bite here or a bite there. I would make potato salad, or something like that, for the family and the would just have to be happy with how it tasted. This time around, I'm finding myself lacking the resolve to not take that "taste". I think until you are on this plan, you can't grasp that concept. I know I have heard from NP's (non-plan peeps) that, "oh it's just a bite." And while that may be true, those "bites" all add up and can throw you out of fat burn in a heart beat because no body just has ONE bite. It's a bit of this and a taste of that and a bite of whatever that is, because just one bite won't hurt. Well in the grand scheme of things, yes, one bite won't kill me, BUT it will seriously extend the time it takes to drop these last 20 pounds.
I made potato salad the other night and didn't hesitate to taste it because I have not been diligent this time around. What I've realized I should have done is swished the potato salad around in my mouth then spit it out into the garbage! Yes, that might officially turn me into a whack job, but the point of the matter is, sometimes there really is a terrible struggle in avoiding "just one bite."
So my goal this week, no bites...no tastes. If I'm not going to give up my beer, then I must give up my bites. Plain and simple.
Reason for losing weight--my tire returned and this time its a tractor tire. The weight I gained back, all went directly to my stomach. It's hideous. I feel like a blob....bleh...
BTW- 2 miles walked last night...the way the weather is looking, its not looking too promising for a walk this evening. Rat bastards....
Monday, May 23, 2011
Just a quickie
...sorry kids, not long to chat, weigh in this week was only down a pound, BUT I totally deserved the one pound loss as I I had excess drinking due to excess stress....yeah, yeah, yeah, blowing that whole optimal health thing to shit, I KNOW but you know what, i am not giving up my booze and if that makes me sound like a need a 12 step program, so be it. I just tend to make wiser booze decisions (i.e. Select 55, Ultra, one glass of wine versus and entire bottle) when I'm not stressed out. When I am stressed and pissy, I tend to drink whatever's around :) and I'm positive the steak I ate was a bigger lean portion than required, but I avoided the garlic mashed with white gravy, so suck it Trebeck....
Kale chips were a victory..while yes they were not like eating a potato chip, they did satisfy that crispy munchie thing that is needed. And they were super simple.. spray a baking sheet with PAM, tear up desired amount of kale, sprinkle with seasoning..I'm a garlic freak, so garlic powder it was. Bake at like 425-450 for seriously 3-4 minutes...that's it. i spritzed the with some ranch dressing spritz and really enjoyed them. Kale has sort of a spinachy/lettuce type taste..it was a nice afternoon snack.
Three mile walk last Thursday while Jaci was at dance...felt good. Walking tonight as Jaci starts t-ball...and so the summer fun begins!
Kale chips were a victory..while yes they were not like eating a potato chip, they did satisfy that crispy munchie thing that is needed. And they were super simple.. spray a baking sheet with PAM, tear up desired amount of kale, sprinkle with seasoning..I'm a garlic freak, so garlic powder it was. Bake at like 425-450 for seriously 3-4 minutes...that's it. i spritzed the with some ranch dressing spritz and really enjoyed them. Kale has sort of a spinachy/lettuce type taste..it was a nice afternoon snack.
Three mile walk last Thursday while Jaci was at dance...felt good. Walking tonight as Jaci starts t-ball...and so the summer fun begins!
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Oh my gravy!
(Yes, Cord, I'm stealing that for this post) I think I'm in love with PB2. I may start sprinkling that shit on everything. (I will have to check with Coach K on how much of this powdery peanutty goodness one is allowed.) Thank God I don't have an entire jar of it. I only have a plastic baggie of it. (I'm looking like a junkie..my little plastic bag full of powdered peanut butter that I may start snorting. Be careful if you see me rolling up a $20.) I think I could get in trouble with it, so I may have to give my jar to Coach and have her ration it out to me in little baggies. She can be my peanut butter crack dealer. :)
I made the Peanut butter cup and just had one for snack with my morning coffee. OMFG. I seriously am in love...not just like, not just infatuation, not just a crush. I seriously fucking love it. PB2 about a tablespoon of it, mixed with water to make it a creamy past in the bottom of a little container, one packet of hot chocolate mixed with 3 T of water spread it over the Pb mixture and freeze for an hour. I pulled mine out of the freezer when the chocolate was still kind of soft, almost a thick pudding like consistency. I seriously licked the freaking bowl. SOOOO good. Now I'm cursing that I didn't order hot cocoa. I'm going to try it with chocolate pudding and see if it works.
We had a super support meeting last night. Kind of like a stitch and bitch, without sewing. Its nice to be able to talk with others who are on the plan, whether struggling with it, or kicking its ass like Lora is. It's nice to know there are other people in the boat to share with. The what works, what doesn't. How you feel, the why's...what your starting weight actually was, that sort of thing. (It was kind of a mini victory for me. Before last night, Coach was the only one who knew my starting weight. My husband doesn't even know this number. Now there are three others who do...you can now consider yourselves in the inner circle.) I told them what my starting weight was and what I had lost and they could do the math...It was a nice little motivator, ass kick type of event. I need that, a lot. In fact, we all do. We told Coach she needed to start harassing us, literally. Like at random times during the day a text saying, "Hey Fat Sajack (thank you HM) step away from the pizza and go heat up your soup," would be helpful.
I'm having a growly moment...its one of those "Are you fucking kidding me?" type of things. I'm trying not to let it bother me, or get me down, but the situation is seriously starting to annoy the piss out of me. I realize that not everyone's priorities are on the same page, but the extreme selfishness and disregard for other people's feelings/people in general, that I have witnessed in the last 24 hours blows my fucking mind. For the sake of keeping the peace and not breaking any kneecaps, I'm going to try and just let it go. I just hope someday I don't let a Jeremiah Weed induced rampage loose because it could get ugly. And in the words of Forrest, "That's all I have to say about that."
I'm thinking its going to be a cauliflower pizza night. I saw the recipe on line as I was searching for the tater tot recipe to share and it just sounds good. I'll make it a spinach and chicken alfredo one, as I have spinach that needs eaten. (Which could be another reason for the morning's growliness....Bag of spinach lying on top shelf of fridge. Open carton of heavy cream (used for a recipe--why the remainder of it wasn't thrown away, is beyond me, so don't ask) spills in fridge. No one notices or bothers to clean it up. Mom opens fridge this morning to find several funky colored drips of God knows what down the front of every shelf--upon investigation, spilled cream container is found-- bag of spinach is covered in half frozen cream, so I had to transfer the spinach to a rubbermaid container....I also did not have time to properly clean the fridge, so I tossed the majority of the cream covered shit and took the offensive shelf out and put it in the sink. Needless to say, I will have a lovely treat when I get home.)
Ahhhh the joys of being a grown up..
I made the Peanut butter cup and just had one for snack with my morning coffee. OMFG. I seriously am in love...not just like, not just infatuation, not just a crush. I seriously fucking love it. PB2 about a tablespoon of it, mixed with water to make it a creamy past in the bottom of a little container, one packet of hot chocolate mixed with 3 T of water spread it over the Pb mixture and freeze for an hour. I pulled mine out of the freezer when the chocolate was still kind of soft, almost a thick pudding like consistency. I seriously licked the freaking bowl. SOOOO good. Now I'm cursing that I didn't order hot cocoa. I'm going to try it with chocolate pudding and see if it works.
We had a super support meeting last night. Kind of like a stitch and bitch, without sewing. Its nice to be able to talk with others who are on the plan, whether struggling with it, or kicking its ass like Lora is. It's nice to know there are other people in the boat to share with. The what works, what doesn't. How you feel, the why's...what your starting weight actually was, that sort of thing. (It was kind of a mini victory for me. Before last night, Coach was the only one who knew my starting weight. My husband doesn't even know this number. Now there are three others who do...you can now consider yourselves in the inner circle.) I told them what my starting weight was and what I had lost and they could do the math...It was a nice little motivator, ass kick type of event. I need that, a lot. In fact, we all do. We told Coach she needed to start harassing us, literally. Like at random times during the day a text saying, "Hey Fat Sajack (thank you HM) step away from the pizza and go heat up your soup," would be helpful.
I'm having a growly moment...its one of those "Are you fucking kidding me?" type of things. I'm trying not to let it bother me, or get me down, but the situation is seriously starting to annoy the piss out of me. I realize that not everyone's priorities are on the same page, but the extreme selfishness and disregard for other people's feelings/people in general, that I have witnessed in the last 24 hours blows my fucking mind. For the sake of keeping the peace and not breaking any kneecaps, I'm going to try and just let it go. I just hope someday I don't let a Jeremiah Weed induced rampage loose because it could get ugly. And in the words of Forrest, "That's all I have to say about that."
I'm thinking its going to be a cauliflower pizza night. I saw the recipe on line as I was searching for the tater tot recipe to share and it just sounds good. I'll make it a spinach and chicken alfredo one, as I have spinach that needs eaten. (Which could be another reason for the morning's growliness....Bag of spinach lying on top shelf of fridge. Open carton of heavy cream (used for a recipe--why the remainder of it wasn't thrown away, is beyond me, so don't ask) spills in fridge. No one notices or bothers to clean it up. Mom opens fridge this morning to find several funky colored drips of God knows what down the front of every shelf--upon investigation, spilled cream container is found-- bag of spinach is covered in half frozen cream, so I had to transfer the spinach to a rubbermaid container....I also did not have time to properly clean the fridge, so I tossed the majority of the cream covered shit and took the offensive shelf out and put it in the sink. Needless to say, I will have a lovely treat when I get home.)
Ahhhh the joys of being a grown up..
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Hey lookie here
It's a blog and what I think I am supposed to do is write on it?? It's funny, every time I open my blog it brings up my "dashboard" for managing my blog and it says I only have one blog. I always think, FFS people, I have enough trouble managing one blog and writing one blog, I could not imagine thinking oh enough shit to write on two or more of them!
This pos is going to be full of randomness because frankly, weight loss efforts are boring to me right now. Week two down two pounds, blah, blah, blah..I have tried no new recipes, although I did buy kale and am looking forward to making kale chips, I'll let ya know how that goes... (I'm not seeing how leafy green shit baked in the over will translate into chippy goodness...we shall see.
Saturday night, first time for everything, I was the DD, stayed stone cold sober the entire night....don't get used to it people, it won't happen often...
Sunday, I went to commencement where the crotchety old bitchy lady came out. (Seriously, I felt like a younger, slimmer Kenny with a vagina) "Excuse me little punk in the band/choir...you're wearing ripped up jeans, a t-shirt and flip flops?' What the fuck happened to formals? Or at the very least dress clothes? To me, this is a reflection on the teachers, too. I don't care if you had to sit half of the goddamned choir in the chorus room, if one of my students showed up dressed in torn jeans and flip flops, they would not have sung and they would not have passed the assignment. Have some pride and self respect. I can hear the argument now. "Not all the kids have formals or can afford one." When I was a freshman I didn't have one either and wasn't going to go buy one. It's called borrowing. I had a neighbor who had a daughter who was a few years older than I. She had a formal. I wore it for 2 hours and gave it back to her. End of story. There were some kids dressed up, but the majority of them looked like shit.
Whew...that wore me out I might have to be done for the day....peace out peeps.
This pos is going to be full of randomness because frankly, weight loss efforts are boring to me right now. Week two down two pounds, blah, blah, blah..I have tried no new recipes, although I did buy kale and am looking forward to making kale chips, I'll let ya know how that goes... (I'm not seeing how leafy green shit baked in the over will translate into chippy goodness...we shall see.
Saturday night, first time for everything, I was the DD, stayed stone cold sober the entire night....don't get used to it people, it won't happen often...
Sunday, I went to commencement where the crotchety old bitchy lady came out. (Seriously, I felt like a younger, slimmer Kenny with a vagina) "Excuse me little punk in the band/choir...you're wearing ripped up jeans, a t-shirt and flip flops?' What the fuck happened to formals? Or at the very least dress clothes? To me, this is a reflection on the teachers, too. I don't care if you had to sit half of the goddamned choir in the chorus room, if one of my students showed up dressed in torn jeans and flip flops, they would not have sung and they would not have passed the assignment. Have some pride and self respect. I can hear the argument now. "Not all the kids have formals or can afford one." When I was a freshman I didn't have one either and wasn't going to go buy one. It's called borrowing. I had a neighbor who had a daughter who was a few years older than I. She had a formal. I wore it for 2 hours and gave it back to her. End of story. There were some kids dressed up, but the majority of them looked like shit.
Whew...that wore me out I might have to be done for the day....peace out peeps.
Friday, May 13, 2011
It's a 2-fer
for your reading enjoyment! Actually, I wrote the previous post yesterday but when I went to load it, the blogger site was down, so I was unable to share it yesterday. Today, you get two for the price of one.
I did not reach my goal yesterday. Yes, Jaci and I were home alone and I was able to control 100% what came out of the kitchen. However, the only fish I had was salmon and I really wasn't in the mood for something that "fishy" and I had no chicken breasts that were thawed out. Yes, I could have defrosted one in the microwave, but when you do that the edges sometimes "cook" and then they get all hard and chewy on the edges. Hamburger was thawed and in the fridge, so hamburger patties it was. I had mine with a slice of tomato, pickle and mustard, no bun of course and a big salad on the side. Jace had a bun (with her burger) and some left over mac and cheese.
However, while I "failed" at the leaner lean portion, I did take a walk while Jaci was at dance, it was a gorgeous night. I logged 2.2 miles in about 33 minutes. I didn't do anything crazy like run or even jog any portion of it because I was walking the city streets and didn't want anyone "watching" me. Now, I know what you're thinking, "When you do these 5k's people will be watching." Yes, I realize that, BUT other people will be running/walking the same course, so there will be more people than just me huffing/puffing/flopping around. My route had plenty of hills and it was really a nice, peaceful, enjoyable walk.
My baby girl is 7 on Monday, we're taking her to Claire's tomorrow to get her ears pierced. Should be a hoot. I'm making her dad go with because she would be a bawling/whiny mess with me, but with him there, I doubt she makes a peep. Its funny to think 7 years ago I started on my first weight loss journey. I did Weight Watchers, lost 30-some pounds, gave it up and gained it all and then some back! Here I am, 7 years later 50-some pounds gone, 20 some regained. The difference? I woke up before I gained all 50 back and am working on getting the 20 some and then some gone, and this time, gone for good.
Today's reason for losing weight: Ozark Mountain Jubilee (lake trip) is exactly, okay, not exactly, roughly 11 weeks away. boy would it be nice to wear a 2 piece. (disclaimer---not a bikini, that will never happen, but a tankini with a top that doesn't roll up on top my fat roll and one that has bottoms that don't roll down under my fat roll..bottom line...in the next 11 weeks, get rid of the fat roll!
Today's goal: No pop at Darrell's tonight. Iced tea or water only.
I did not reach my goal yesterday. Yes, Jaci and I were home alone and I was able to control 100% what came out of the kitchen. However, the only fish I had was salmon and I really wasn't in the mood for something that "fishy" and I had no chicken breasts that were thawed out. Yes, I could have defrosted one in the microwave, but when you do that the edges sometimes "cook" and then they get all hard and chewy on the edges. Hamburger was thawed and in the fridge, so hamburger patties it was. I had mine with a slice of tomato, pickle and mustard, no bun of course and a big salad on the side. Jace had a bun (with her burger) and some left over mac and cheese.
However, while I "failed" at the leaner lean portion, I did take a walk while Jaci was at dance, it was a gorgeous night. I logged 2.2 miles in about 33 minutes. I didn't do anything crazy like run or even jog any portion of it because I was walking the city streets and didn't want anyone "watching" me. Now, I know what you're thinking, "When you do these 5k's people will be watching." Yes, I realize that, BUT other people will be running/walking the same course, so there will be more people than just me huffing/puffing/flopping around. My route had plenty of hills and it was really a nice, peaceful, enjoyable walk.
My baby girl is 7 on Monday, we're taking her to Claire's tomorrow to get her ears pierced. Should be a hoot. I'm making her dad go with because she would be a bawling/whiny mess with me, but with him there, I doubt she makes a peep. Its funny to think 7 years ago I started on my first weight loss journey. I did Weight Watchers, lost 30-some pounds, gave it up and gained it all and then some back! Here I am, 7 years later 50-some pounds gone, 20 some regained. The difference? I woke up before I gained all 50 back and am working on getting the 20 some and then some gone, and this time, gone for good.
Today's reason for losing weight: Ozark Mountain Jubilee (lake trip) is exactly, okay, not exactly, roughly 11 weeks away. boy would it be nice to wear a 2 piece. (disclaimer---not a bikini, that will never happen, but a tankini with a top that doesn't roll up on top my fat roll and one that has bottoms that don't roll down under my fat roll..bottom line...in the next 11 weeks, get rid of the fat roll!
Today's goal: No pop at Darrell's tonight. Iced tea or water only.
Oh, the magic of
Lycra. I was REALLy starting to feel like a fat cat (and you'll get the meaning of that reference here in a minute) until I realized the jeans that I KNEW should fit and didn't.. were 100% cotton. Yes, If I were true to the plan and had pulled my head out of my ass long ago, said jeans would be too big, but as it stands, jeans are now too tight. I can get them on, I just cannot sit or bend over for fear of rippage. Now my point is, the jeans in question are a 32. The jeans which I am comfortably wearing, with no worry of rippage are 31's. The difference? 1% lycra. It's amazing what 1% can do. But only 1% anymore than that and the jeans get way too stretchy and are four sizes too big by the end of the day.
Now for the fat cat reference. Please don't send PETA after my ass or anything, I own a freakin' farm full of animals, but I realized they are just that...animals. We are number one on the food chain for a reason. Anyway...our insanely fat- pregnant, whore, psycho cat has taken a shine to sitting on the roof of Miss Bonne and then will leap up into the rafters of the garage when anyone comes in our out of the house. Mr. Dan has taken a shine to using psycho whore cat as target practice when he sees her on Miss Bonne and the whore cat knows this, so she tends to try and scamper to the rafters as quickly as she can whenever the door opens. Last night, I opened the door to the garage to check on Jaci, who was playing outside, and there sits whore cat on the car. She sees me, jumps for the rafters, misses and manages to cling to the garage door opener. You see, she's underestimated her girth and the fact that she's freaking huge. She hung there by her two front paws, frantically trying to get her fat ass up on to the top of the garage door opener while her front claws were sliding on the plastic of the opener. The dogs started barking at the cat hanging in mid air, i was laughing my ass off and all of the sudden she looks around and lets out this huge "MEOW" that certainly had to be "What the fuck did I just do, would someone help me?" in kitty speak. I'm not sure if she eventually made it up or if she fell onto the car. There was a tuft of fur on the roof of the car, but no dent, so I'm thinking she must have gotten the strength to haul ass.
I tried another new recipe last night: (Its a few too may carbs for on plan, I only had two, I fed the rest to the family, telling them they were sweet potato fries, while I ate broccoli.
Butternut Squash French Fries
Take a butternut squash, peel off the skin. Cut the squash in two so you have the roundish bottom part and the long skinny top part. The seeds are in the bottom round part, so cut it in half and take the seeds and innards out of it. Use a crinkle cutter (if you have one) or just use a knife to slice the squash into french fries. Place the fries in a bowl. Toss with your favorite seasonings and 1 T EVOO. If you can't "afford" the healthy fat, then just spray your baking sheet with PAM and spritz a little on the squash pieces so the seasonings stick. bake in a 450 degree oven for 20-25 minutes. I used garlic and onion powder, black pepper and a salt free "salt" seasoning. They taste a lot like sweet potato fries, only squash has 40 calories and 9 carbs per FOUR ounce serving, versus a sweet potatoe's 54 calories and 10 net carbs per TWO oz. serving. So you can have twice the squash fries as you can sweet potato fries. Real sneaky way to get the kids to eat a good "orange" vegetable and when they dip them in ketchup, the kids gobble em right down. (Isn't that the kid way? Cover anything in ketchup or ranch dressing and chances are a 6 year old will eat it.)
Today's reason for losing weight: To say goodbye to the Lycra. While I love its magic, I really would just like to wear the 100% cotton :)
Goal: Leaner protein tonight. Too much beef and pork this week--its what's in the freezer so its easy, cheap and handy, but I need to get some fish and chicken, or maybe egg beaters into the mix tonight. The boys will be at a Squawk-eye rally, so I should be able to have free range over what the menu says.
Now for the fat cat reference. Please don't send PETA after my ass or anything, I own a freakin' farm full of animals, but I realized they are just that...animals. We are number one on the food chain for a reason. Anyway...our insanely fat- pregnant, whore, psycho cat has taken a shine to sitting on the roof of Miss Bonne and then will leap up into the rafters of the garage when anyone comes in our out of the house. Mr. Dan has taken a shine to using psycho whore cat as target practice when he sees her on Miss Bonne and the whore cat knows this, so she tends to try and scamper to the rafters as quickly as she can whenever the door opens. Last night, I opened the door to the garage to check on Jaci, who was playing outside, and there sits whore cat on the car. She sees me, jumps for the rafters, misses and manages to cling to the garage door opener. You see, she's underestimated her girth and the fact that she's freaking huge. She hung there by her two front paws, frantically trying to get her fat ass up on to the top of the garage door opener while her front claws were sliding on the plastic of the opener. The dogs started barking at the cat hanging in mid air, i was laughing my ass off and all of the sudden she looks around and lets out this huge "MEOW" that certainly had to be "What the fuck did I just do, would someone help me?" in kitty speak. I'm not sure if she eventually made it up or if she fell onto the car. There was a tuft of fur on the roof of the car, but no dent, so I'm thinking she must have gotten the strength to haul ass.
I tried another new recipe last night: (Its a few too may carbs for on plan, I only had two, I fed the rest to the family, telling them they were sweet potato fries, while I ate broccoli.
Butternut Squash French Fries
Take a butternut squash, peel off the skin. Cut the squash in two so you have the roundish bottom part and the long skinny top part. The seeds are in the bottom round part, so cut it in half and take the seeds and innards out of it. Use a crinkle cutter (if you have one) or just use a knife to slice the squash into french fries. Place the fries in a bowl. Toss with your favorite seasonings and 1 T EVOO. If you can't "afford" the healthy fat, then just spray your baking sheet with PAM and spritz a little on the squash pieces so the seasonings stick. bake in a 450 degree oven for 20-25 minutes. I used garlic and onion powder, black pepper and a salt free "salt" seasoning. They taste a lot like sweet potato fries, only squash has 40 calories and 9 carbs per FOUR ounce serving, versus a sweet potatoe's 54 calories and 10 net carbs per TWO oz. serving. So you can have twice the squash fries as you can sweet potato fries. Real sneaky way to get the kids to eat a good "orange" vegetable and when they dip them in ketchup, the kids gobble em right down. (Isn't that the kid way? Cover anything in ketchup or ranch dressing and chances are a 6 year old will eat it.)
Today's reason for losing weight: To say goodbye to the Lycra. While I love its magic, I really would just like to wear the 100% cotton :)
Goal: Leaner protein tonight. Too much beef and pork this week--its what's in the freezer so its easy, cheap and handy, but I need to get some fish and chicken, or maybe egg beaters into the mix tonight. The boys will be at a Squawk-eye rally, so I should be able to have free range over what the menu says.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Need sleepy
Although I am thrilled to be back on the "lots of energy" portion of the plan, I may have stayed up a little to late last night. I had started watching a show on TLC about a 16 year old girl who was like an 11 month old in size due to a chromosomal defect, before Drew's band concert, I didn't get to see the last half. Low and behold, it was on again at 10 last night, so...I watched it all. 11 p.m. bedtime, not bad, UNTIL, I got sucked into the Chaz Bono documentary...it was strangely fascinating. (It was about his/her whole "transition" from girl to boy.) I like how it showed Cher's struggle with coming to terms with it. She had a lot of trouble referring to her as him. It also showed Chaz's partner Jenny and her struggle with whether or not she's still a lesbian. That's a damn good question! It was interesting. A little creepy at times, to be honest, but interesting. Anywho...stayed up too late, ass is dragging a little today.
Now, not to be completely cheesy, but I started thinking about weight loss when I was watching the documentary and not because Chasity's boobs turned into some serious man boobs after her surgery. (That was the creepy part) It was the fact that he/she was so UNBELIEVABLY uncomfortable in her own body that she would do ANYTHING to change it. I sort of get that, but not every day and I think that's where my "challenge" was. When I started I was so uncomfortable in my own skin that I didn't care what I did as long as it worked. Thenwhen i lost 50 pounds, I got a little more comfortable, okay, fine, TOO comfortable and I started gaining weight back. But the problem with me was, I was comfortable with my outside appearance, but still not comfortable with me, if that makes any sense....I needed a big ol dose of self love, I guess...I don't know that I necessarily got that, but it did get that uncomfortable lard ass feeling again and that was a good enough wake up call for me! Anywho..enough rambling about that! Bottom line, if you're uncomfortable with something in your life, chances are, you are the only one that can fix it, so fix it or learn to deal with it. :)
Now, for my moments of random complaining. Is nothing sacred? There is no more class king and queen. A meaningless tradition? Perhaps. Antiquated? Maybe. But its a tradition. Something that made our school a little different. Something more than just songs and scholarships on class night. Plus, it was an award that meant a little more because your classmates voted on it, unlike homecoming queen where horny freshman just vote for the "hot chicks." It's just one more sign that I'm getting old, I guess. I like my traditions. I like things that don't change. And while we are on the subject, this is another random bitch of mine where graduations are concerned...why is it that receptions are so spread out anymore? When I was a senior, there were a very few that had their receptions before or after class night (they were the ones who had first cousins in the class and Grandma did not want to have to choose whose house to camp out at all day on Sunday. She wanted to camp at one on Saturday and one on Sunday), everyone else had theirs after commencement. Yeah, it would have been sort of nice to go to your friends reception, but you knew that that wasn't going to happen, so you handed her a card after the tossing of the caps and told her you'd see her at the beer party that night. Now, planning a graduation reception takes the strategery of the Navy Seals that killed Bin Laden and take up four different weekends. Also, back in the day it was sandwiches of some sort, bbq beef or pork, or open faced cold, chips, cake, mints and punch. Today, its walking tacos, root beer floats, cupcake towers, ice cream sundae bars, prime rib sandwiches, hot wings, brunch...you name it...yeesh I can't wait to see what things will be like in four years when I'm going through it all first hand. (For anyone keeping track, yes, I'll need to be medicated by then.)
Okay, enough random bitching....its time for me to blow outta here :)
Today's reason for losing weight: My first 5k of the year is less than 6 weeks away. I don't want to be too jiggly.
Today's goal: Keep on keeping on....
Now, not to be completely cheesy, but I started thinking about weight loss when I was watching the documentary and not because Chasity's boobs turned into some serious man boobs after her surgery. (That was the creepy part) It was the fact that he/she was so UNBELIEVABLY uncomfortable in her own body that she would do ANYTHING to change it. I sort of get that, but not every day and I think that's where my "challenge" was. When I started I was so uncomfortable in my own skin that I didn't care what I did as long as it worked. Thenwhen i lost 50 pounds, I got a little more comfortable, okay, fine, TOO comfortable and I started gaining weight back. But the problem with me was, I was comfortable with my outside appearance, but still not comfortable with me, if that makes any sense....I needed a big ol dose of self love, I guess...I don't know that I necessarily got that, but it did get that uncomfortable lard ass feeling again and that was a good enough wake up call for me! Anywho..enough rambling about that! Bottom line, if you're uncomfortable with something in your life, chances are, you are the only one that can fix it, so fix it or learn to deal with it. :)
Now, for my moments of random complaining. Is nothing sacred? There is no more class king and queen. A meaningless tradition? Perhaps. Antiquated? Maybe. But its a tradition. Something that made our school a little different. Something more than just songs and scholarships on class night. Plus, it was an award that meant a little more because your classmates voted on it, unlike homecoming queen where horny freshman just vote for the "hot chicks." It's just one more sign that I'm getting old, I guess. I like my traditions. I like things that don't change. And while we are on the subject, this is another random bitch of mine where graduations are concerned...why is it that receptions are so spread out anymore? When I was a senior, there were a very few that had their receptions before or after class night (they were the ones who had first cousins in the class and Grandma did not want to have to choose whose house to camp out at all day on Sunday. She wanted to camp at one on Saturday and one on Sunday), everyone else had theirs after commencement. Yeah, it would have been sort of nice to go to your friends reception, but you knew that that wasn't going to happen, so you handed her a card after the tossing of the caps and told her you'd see her at the beer party that night. Now, planning a graduation reception takes the strategery of the Navy Seals that killed Bin Laden and take up four different weekends. Also, back in the day it was sandwiches of some sort, bbq beef or pork, or open faced cold, chips, cake, mints and punch. Today, its walking tacos, root beer floats, cupcake towers, ice cream sundae bars, prime rib sandwiches, hot wings, brunch...you name it...yeesh I can't wait to see what things will be like in four years when I'm going through it all first hand. (For anyone keeping track, yes, I'll need to be medicated by then.)
Okay, enough random bitching....its time for me to blow outta here :)
Today's reason for losing weight: My first 5k of the year is less than 6 weeks away. I don't want to be too jiggly.
Today's goal: Keep on keeping on....
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
It's the little things
that annoy the crap out of me, or so I've realized. I'll admit that I've been trying to keep my annoyance level in check and have been doing pretty well. The fact that Mother nature stopped being a rotten slut and let the sun shine and heat come out for a few days may be helping that, but anywho... little things REALLY annoy me.
For instance...simple phone etiquette lesson. If I don't answer you the first time you call, hanging up and immediately hitting redial will not make me MAGICALLY answer. Furthermore if you feel the need to call me two times back to back, making me think you must REALLY need to talk to me, THEN LEAVE A FREAKING VOICEMAIL! If what you need is SOOO important that you must try incessantly to reach me, then it must be important enough to leave a message! FFS people. I'm either already talking to someone else and cannot answer the call waiting or I'm doing something like, shaving my legs or brushing me teeth, or I don't know, perhaps, taking a shit.
Another thing....why must pant makers make pants with the silly little inside second or even third button? It never fails...I wait too long to go to the bathroom and when I finally make a break for it I get to the bathroom, doing the potty dance... I get buttons one and two unbuttoned and totally forget about button number three. In my haste to yank my pans down, the mysterious third button pops free--flies into the wall ricochets off of it and hits me square in the eye blinding me to the point where I fall off the toilet seat and piss on my shoe. STOP PUTTING IN THE THIRD BUTTON!
Weight loss is rolling along...now that its' warm I'm drinking lots of iced tea which is making me have to pee even more.
Gee I have a lot of potty references today, sorry. My mind must be in the toilet! Oh, I am so funny!
The rest of my garden in planted. I found a grape tomato plant and planted him, along with 4 bell peppers and one Anaheim pepper, along with one zucchini plant and a spaghetti squash and green beans. Usually I plant bush beans, this year I decided to plant pole beans, so..last night, I enlisted Drew's help in making a teepee of sorts out of fence posts and cattle panels. I plan to train my beans, along with my squash and zucchini to vine up it. Between my cattle panel teepee and my tomato filled tires my garden somewhat resembles a Christensen garage sale. (I think only my sister in law will understand that reference.) I decided to up the redneck ante on my gardening and "fertilize" a little. I had Drew clean out of one of the livestock pens and fill the wheelbarrow with "fertilizer" which I mixed into my soil before planting. I would have preferred him to clean the horse pen versus the pig pen. I stood there gagging the entire time. I may be a farm girl, but there are few things that smell worse than pig shit. I can handle cattle shit and horse shit ANY time, but pigs, eeesh....anywho, we will hope like hell something grows this year, other than the weeds!
For instance...simple phone etiquette lesson. If I don't answer you the first time you call, hanging up and immediately hitting redial will not make me MAGICALLY answer. Furthermore if you feel the need to call me two times back to back, making me think you must REALLY need to talk to me, THEN LEAVE A FREAKING VOICEMAIL! If what you need is SOOO important that you must try incessantly to reach me, then it must be important enough to leave a message! FFS people. I'm either already talking to someone else and cannot answer the call waiting or I'm doing something like, shaving my legs or brushing me teeth, or I don't know, perhaps, taking a shit.
Another thing....why must pant makers make pants with the silly little inside second or even third button? It never fails...I wait too long to go to the bathroom and when I finally make a break for it I get to the bathroom, doing the potty dance... I get buttons one and two unbuttoned and totally forget about button number three. In my haste to yank my pans down, the mysterious third button pops free--flies into the wall ricochets off of it and hits me square in the eye blinding me to the point where I fall off the toilet seat and piss on my shoe. STOP PUTTING IN THE THIRD BUTTON!
Weight loss is rolling along...now that its' warm I'm drinking lots of iced tea which is making me have to pee even more.
Gee I have a lot of potty references today, sorry. My mind must be in the toilet! Oh, I am so funny!
The rest of my garden in planted. I found a grape tomato plant and planted him, along with 4 bell peppers and one Anaheim pepper, along with one zucchini plant and a spaghetti squash and green beans. Usually I plant bush beans, this year I decided to plant pole beans, so..last night, I enlisted Drew's help in making a teepee of sorts out of fence posts and cattle panels. I plan to train my beans, along with my squash and zucchini to vine up it. Between my cattle panel teepee and my tomato filled tires my garden somewhat resembles a Christensen garage sale. (I think only my sister in law will understand that reference.) I decided to up the redneck ante on my gardening and "fertilize" a little. I had Drew clean out of one of the livestock pens and fill the wheelbarrow with "fertilizer" which I mixed into my soil before planting. I would have preferred him to clean the horse pen versus the pig pen. I stood there gagging the entire time. I may be a farm girl, but there are few things that smell worse than pig shit. I can handle cattle shit and horse shit ANY time, but pigs, eeesh....anywho, we will hope like hell something grows this year, other than the weeds!
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