Turbokick and Yoga classes are tonight at 5:15 and 6:15 respectively. I should go. I wish I wanted to. GRRRRRR!!!!!! Flim-flam, hassa-fracka-sacka, grumble, thblthpth!!! (that last bit of noise was me sticking my tongue out and making that spitty noise that I don't know how to spell)
I don't want to go! I should go! I'd feel better if I went! I want to curl up in a sweatshirt and surf the web! I want to be healthy! That's a bunch of crap, I don't give a rip about healthy!! I'll feel like a cow if my sister goes and teaches those classes and I don't go with no good reason! I'll BE a cow if I don't get up off my ass and do something!! I felt so good when I was even four pounds lighter! I can do this, WHY DON'T I WANT TO?!?!?!?!
Ok, then. I have to leave and get my daughter and take her to dance. Everyone root for that girl who works out and feels good, and not for the one who likes short-term comfort and long-term pinchy pants (or worse, BIGGER pants!). ttfn
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Checkin You People Out
I have myself a couple of new followers, and as all of you "old" followers know, I totally love you all for reading my dumb blog!!! So, I clicked on the new folks' profile thingies to see more about you and welcome you formally to my little journey. I would like to also say, "thanks" because knowing that you are out there are reading this lends me some motivation. Apparently, I perform better with an audience.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Stock Up on Beef Jerkey
Well, my New Year New Diet mode lasted for about 3/4 day yesterday. Sigh. I talked to Loni last night and found out a little bit about the diet plan. It's based on five meals per day. No carbs past the 2 p.m. meal, though Loni says I should eat a whole grain serving of crackers or bread or something when I start so I won't feel deprived so much. I like the way she thinks. There is a way you are supposed to balance fats, protein and "roughage" and carbs. So, she gave an example "snack" meal of 3 ounces of Beef Jerkey and some celery and an orange. For breakfast, she gave the example of a piece of whole grain bread where you cut a hole in the center and fry an egg in the center and eat that with a side of picante sauce. I'm going to try to set up a meeting this week to get more serious about this idea. I even bought fish and scallops and shrimp, cauliflower and clementines. Now, I just need some beef jerkey.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Spam Comments
I reviewed last year's blogging just for the hay of it, and came across a spam comment. I had some weird follower last year and successfully deleted them. I have had spam comments before, but they ended when I deleted that strange follower. Well, I found ANOTHER one. So, I installed that thing where you have to type in the nonsense word to make a comment post. Sorry everyone, a few have to make it harder on the rest of us, I guess.
New Year New Diet
Oh, you knew it wouldn't take long for the D word to end up back on this blog!! Yup, it's another new year, so once again I resolve for this to be the year where I eat really well, work out and look my personal best. That last part is getting more anxiously stated every year. I am recognizing that my personal best can probably not be "my best ever" any more due to the stupid aging process that I have mentioned in my decade review.
This year, I am going to work with my friend, Loni, Mrs. Iowa. She went on an eating program and swears by it. She is ridiculously tiny, and I have no delusion that I am going to end up looking like her. However, she swears that this "clean eating" plan with carefully metered carbs/fats/proteins balances will melt weight off of anyone. Ok, Loni! Sign me up. I am going to start healthier eating on Monday, and will set up a meeting with her to review this eating plan. Tune in next week, folks, when I let you in on what sort of habits and restrictions I am setting up in the name of a smaller butt.
This year, I am going to work with my friend, Loni, Mrs. Iowa. She went on an eating program and swears by it. She is ridiculously tiny, and I have no delusion that I am going to end up looking like her. However, she swears that this "clean eating" plan with carefully metered carbs/fats/proteins balances will melt weight off of anyone. Ok, Loni! Sign me up. I am going to start healthier eating on Monday, and will set up a meeting with her to review this eating plan. Tune in next week, folks, when I let you in on what sort of habits and restrictions I am setting up in the name of a smaller butt.
If Men Ran Christmas
I really like Christmas. So, before I go off on this little mental trip with you all, please let me acknowledge that I do all of the things that I do for Christmas because I enjoy the whole effect. And it's a lot of work, but I like the outcome and I like that my kids get the experience.
Ok, so that stuff aside, I just put away all of my Christmas decorations and was thinking about all the stuff that comes with Christmas and how much I do. Then I was thinking about how nice it must be to be a man at Christmas. Well, or at least a man married to a woman who puts a lot of effort into Christmas. I mean, really. Warmly decorated home, cards mailed (after the photo is taken, card made and letter written) to all of your friends and family, thoughtful hand-picked gifts wrapped and under the tree in carefully coordinated papers and ribbons, cookies and candies made and arranged on platters, meals planned, kids fed, and then everything cleaned up and put away. All while you sat and drank a beer and maybe made sure the kids didn't kill one another during meal prep and clean-up. That's awesome. I invited my spouse to write the yearly Christmas letter and trade that job off every other year between us. He said, "That'd be fine if you are ok with us sending out cards every other year." Ok, then.
So, what would it look like if men (or, at least, my spouse and brothers-in-laws) ran Christmas? Homes might have Christmas trees. Decorations would otherwise be pretty sparse. My house would have some outside lights. Christmas cookies would be purchased from stores. Few, if any, cards would be sent and no photos would be included. There would be a lot of gift cards under the tree, or a few packages from stores where gift wrapping is offered. Dinner would be some sort of grilled meat and frozen veggies, or spaghetti or pizza. Paper plates may be involved.
I suppose that would be ok. But I like my version better. So, I will refrain from unleashing on my spouse my annoyance, sarcastically reading off the second paragraph from here, ending with a, "Must be nice to have Christmas like when you were a kid and have that CONTINUE into your adult life!!" I will kindly NOT say that, even though there is a part of me that wants to do so. Instead, I will hold on to a smug sense that my kids and my spouse are lucky it is me and not him who is running Christmas around here.
Ok, so that stuff aside, I just put away all of my Christmas decorations and was thinking about all the stuff that comes with Christmas and how much I do. Then I was thinking about how nice it must be to be a man at Christmas. Well, or at least a man married to a woman who puts a lot of effort into Christmas. I mean, really. Warmly decorated home, cards mailed (after the photo is taken, card made and letter written) to all of your friends and family, thoughtful hand-picked gifts wrapped and under the tree in carefully coordinated papers and ribbons, cookies and candies made and arranged on platters, meals planned, kids fed, and then everything cleaned up and put away. All while you sat and drank a beer and maybe made sure the kids didn't kill one another during meal prep and clean-up. That's awesome. I invited my spouse to write the yearly Christmas letter and trade that job off every other year between us. He said, "That'd be fine if you are ok with us sending out cards every other year." Ok, then.
So, what would it look like if men (or, at least, my spouse and brothers-in-laws) ran Christmas? Homes might have Christmas trees. Decorations would otherwise be pretty sparse. My house would have some outside lights. Christmas cookies would be purchased from stores. Few, if any, cards would be sent and no photos would be included. There would be a lot of gift cards under the tree, or a few packages from stores where gift wrapping is offered. Dinner would be some sort of grilled meat and frozen veggies, or spaghetti or pizza. Paper plates may be involved.
I suppose that would be ok. But I like my version better. So, I will refrain from unleashing on my spouse my annoyance, sarcastically reading off the second paragraph from here, ending with a, "Must be nice to have Christmas like when you were a kid and have that CONTINUE into your adult life!!" I will kindly NOT say that, even though there is a part of me that wants to do so. Instead, I will hold on to a smug sense that my kids and my spouse are lucky it is me and not him who is running Christmas around here.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Another New Year
Another decade coming to a close. Let's see, what happened in the 2000's? I had a baby, my kids both started school, I graduated and got a real job, moved onto my second real job, and lately have noticed the signs of age marching steadily across my face. I figured out how to flat-iron my hair (a major discovery), went from choosing to get highlights and fun colors to being forced to get my hair colored to avoid the "tinsel" look. I have been every size between 6 and 16. I have worked out five days a week, and I have worked out once per blue moon. I discovered a love of shoes, particularly high heels. I started and got sick of various collections. I have steadily accumulated more and more stuff until I can hardly find a nook or cranny to shove one more thing. I discovered that garage sales are a lot of work. I became a rock star on four occasions.
So, what will the next 10 years bring? Who the heck knows?! I could keel over tomorrow for all I know! That's nice. Nice thought, right? Ok, ok. Let's see, barring catastrophe, here are my predictions for the next decade. I will turn 40 and deal with that just fine. One child will graduate high school AND college, and the other will be close to graduating high school. My hair will be really dang gray. I bet I'll keep coloring it. I'll get rid of a lot of stuff on garage sale and get more stuff, and it will bug me if I don't have enough room for all of it. I will either remodel my home or buy a bigger one. I will go on at least one more diet, and will wax and wane with my exercise habits. We'll see how much blogging I do.
So, what will the next 10 years bring? Who the heck knows?! I could keel over tomorrow for all I know! That's nice. Nice thought, right? Ok, ok. Let's see, barring catastrophe, here are my predictions for the next decade. I will turn 40 and deal with that just fine. One child will graduate high school AND college, and the other will be close to graduating high school. My hair will be really dang gray. I bet I'll keep coloring it. I'll get rid of a lot of stuff on garage sale and get more stuff, and it will bug me if I don't have enough room for all of it. I will either remodel my home or buy a bigger one. I will go on at least one more diet, and will wax and wane with my exercise habits. We'll see how much blogging I do.
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