Ok, not really destruction, but we are on the eve of oh-crap-it's-seriously-time-to-take-measures-and-quit-eating-every-damn-thing-and-get-a-grip-chick! And I'm starting the 30-day shred tomorrow as well as back to Jazzercise. If I can't move, I can't eat, right? Plus I'm doing lo-carb for a week and seriously cutting back on the diet soda. Prepare for me to be a full-on ragin' bitch for at least 4 days. Like the SNL skit says, grab a hat and hang the fuck on to it.
The main way I plan to cope with the sugar-caffeine-carb detox is to stay busy. For and unemployed chick, it is crazy how much stuff I have to do. Tons of little errands, stuff to get fixed, returned, replaced, etc. About half the thanks-yous for wedding presents still need written. There are still a few wedding-related things to tie up. Calls to make. Oh and the car situation to deal with. THAT is an interesting post that will be showing up soon.
It's also time to work on the house. Seriously. I'm sick and tired of everyone telling me how much "potential" my house has. I mean, isn't that just a veiled way of saying "Gee, your house could look good if you would actually DO something with it." Of course, we need about $100,000 to fix this place up right but a girl can at least make an effort. I already have a broom and vacuum so at least getting it clean won't cost anything. I made pretty good headway last week as we hosted friends for game-night and I have to admit the place looks about 2ox better just getting rid of the cobwebs, dust, clutter and floor-grit. The parlor and laundry room are still full of crap (actually more crap since last weeks clean-up, you know how shit gets shifted when company is coming). I'm just waiting for a good diet-rage to build up before I get into it with those spaces.
So, till tomorrow. Everyone get their hats ready...
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Insightful husband
Yesterday I say to my hubby "February 1st I'm quitting the carbs again." As I grab a handful of crackers.
His reply "OK. But until then....it's on. Right?"
Oh husband. It's kinda sweet how well you know me.
His reply "OK. But until then....it's on. Right?"
Oh husband. It's kinda sweet how well you know me.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Go shawty... It's ya birthday
Yep, today I am 35. Woke up with a raging case of the cramps--Thank you Aunt Flo. Took a handful of ibuprofen and went back to bed for 2 hours. Why not? It's my birthday?!?!
Weighed myself today. Up to 148 (on my scale that weighs light)...Fook et! That's up 10lbs from my pre-wedding weight, in less than a month. Dang, I am certainly a pro at packin' on the pounds. Of course, I have been putting away the sweets and fast food like a starvin' piglet, so I'm not surprised. Time to reap what I sow and pay the piper and all that.
Today, however, I was blessed in that I didn't wake up with the raging hunger that I have had for the past week. (Hummm...hormones perhaps?) In fact, I didn't eat breakfast until 12:30 so good job there. I have to save calories as I know there will be a b-day dinner tonight. (That's what anorexics do, right? Well, no. They just don't eat. Healthy people budget and balance calories. Damn, I'll have to work on that--after I get my celebration dinner. It takes an act of congress for my hubby to willingly take me out so I'm not lettin' this chance slip. Perhaps by next year I will be a better anorexic and will be able to pass up the goodies I am entitled to on the day of my birth...)
I never visualized myself at this age. I never really thought much about what life would be like after my 20's, but I always had a vision of myself as a white-haired old lady painting pictures and puttering around outside. It's like I had a huge blind spot about the middle of my life. Which may be why there ain't shit worth talkin' bout happenin' here. I did get married before turning 35 (barely!) Slid in under the wire of old-maid-dom with less than a month to spare. Guess it's time to get up, get out there, and get a life. Gotta fill this space while I wait for my hair to turn white.
Happy b-day to me.
Weighed myself today. Up to 148 (on my scale that weighs light)...Fook et! That's up 10lbs from my pre-wedding weight, in less than a month. Dang, I am certainly a pro at packin' on the pounds. Of course, I have been putting away the sweets and fast food like a starvin' piglet, so I'm not surprised. Time to reap what I sow and pay the piper and all that.
Today, however, I was blessed in that I didn't wake up with the raging hunger that I have had for the past week. (Hummm...hormones perhaps?) In fact, I didn't eat breakfast until 12:30 so good job there. I have to save calories as I know there will be a b-day dinner tonight. (That's what anorexics do, right? Well, no. They just don't eat. Healthy people budget and balance calories. Damn, I'll have to work on that--after I get my celebration dinner. It takes an act of congress for my hubby to willingly take me out so I'm not lettin' this chance slip. Perhaps by next year I will be a better anorexic and will be able to pass up the goodies I am entitled to on the day of my birth...)
I never visualized myself at this age. I never really thought much about what life would be like after my 20's, but I always had a vision of myself as a white-haired old lady painting pictures and puttering around outside. It's like I had a huge blind spot about the middle of my life. Which may be why there ain't shit worth talkin' bout happenin' here. I did get married before turning 35 (barely!) Slid in under the wire of old-maid-dom with less than a month to spare. Guess it's time to get up, get out there, and get a life. Gotta fill this space while I wait for my hair to turn white.
Happy b-day to me.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Here we go
Bloggity, blog, blog, blog. Here I go, first entry and all that. Ohh, the pressure!
So...what can readers of this drivel expect? Lots of bitching about my weight as I endeavor to acquire a mild case of 'rexia. Insights into the first year of my marriage. The trials and tribulations of the 105 year-old-house I am now co-owner/co-inhabitant of. My efforts to get my unemployed ass re-employed in a job that doesn't suck and pays me enough that it is worth my time to get out of bed.
Well, fuckity-fuck... It's my first post and I'm already out of stuff to say. I never know how to end this stuff either....Awkward.....
So...what can readers of this drivel expect? Lots of bitching about my weight as I endeavor to acquire a mild case of 'rexia. Insights into the first year of my marriage. The trials and tribulations of the 105 year-old-house I am now co-owner/co-inhabitant of. My efforts to get my unemployed ass re-employed in a job that doesn't suck and pays me enough that it is worth my time to get out of bed.
Well, fuckity-fuck... It's my first post and I'm already out of stuff to say. I never know how to end this stuff either....Awkward.....
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