BLAH!!! Short, sweet, and to the point. I always somehow forget how Thanksgiving carries over way past that one glorious Thursday.
I of course had pecan pie and killer sweet potatoes left over. Then the dressing. Oh my goodness. I think I had it for breakfast for 3 days. I think I felt somewhat compelled to not leave any leftovers. I mean, you spend so much time fixing the darn stuff it would be such a shame to just throw away what was left. Is that just my weird thinking? Probably I'm just trying to justify eating dressing for breakfast. Which actually I didn't make, but I did make the sweet potatoes, turkey, and a lemon cake.
Oh well, that was last week and that makes it the past, therefore, I can do nothing about it now. Moving on.
P.S. I do plan on writing in between the weekly updates. This week there just hasn't been much going on. I did get started on my Christmas shopping which makes me very happy. Also, hubby is supposed to teach me how to take pictures off my phone and put them on the computer. I may be picture happy for a few days until the newness wears off or I run out of things to take pictures of. No telling what you might see.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Week One
Ok, so as promised a weekly update to my lifestyle change. I have lost 3 or 4 pounds. Hooray! I say 3 or 4 because I don't have a digital scale and it is hard to tell exactly how much. I know it's not 5 but more than 2. Doesn't matter. That little needle moved down!
This first week was hard. I didn't stick to it every day but then again I'm not on a diet. Normal everyday people eat junk food and that's ok. As long as it isn't every day or all day. For the most part I did really well.
Thanksgiving being tomorrow I am mentally preparing myself to not do so good. Thanksgiving is only once a year and nobody wants to sit around on that day listening to someone say "Oh, I can't, I'm watching what I'm eating." Kind of a buzz kill. Besides, I only eat pecan pie once a year and I'm sooo not giving that up.
Everyone have a good Turkey Day and remember what you have to be thankful for.
This first week was hard. I didn't stick to it every day but then again I'm not on a diet. Normal everyday people eat junk food and that's ok. As long as it isn't every day or all day. For the most part I did really well.
Thanksgiving being tomorrow I am mentally preparing myself to not do so good. Thanksgiving is only once a year and nobody wants to sit around on that day listening to someone say "Oh, I can't, I'm watching what I'm eating." Kind of a buzz kill. Besides, I only eat pecan pie once a year and I'm sooo not giving that up.
Everyone have a good Turkey Day and remember what you have to be thankful for.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Toilet Paper
So, hubby and I have been arguing over toilet paper. Normally, I buy this toilet paper. It has lotion and aloe and vitamin E in it. I didn't mind at first. When I first started buying it, it was around 5 bucks for 6 rolls. More expensive than the others but my hubby doesn't ask for much. Well, the price eventually crept up to about 7 bucks. A few years more and you couldn't just get 6 rolls, you had to buy 12 rolls and it was $10. Well, money was tight last week so I bought some cheap toilet paper just to get us through but I told him I was no longer going to get his toilet paper because it was too much. He threw a fit and demanded I go get it. I said no. I felt empowered having so much control over the comfort of his butt.
On another note (this will eventually tie into to the first part of the story), I have been doing very well on my "lifestyle change." I am not going to call this a diet. It sounds negative and diets don't work. Also, thank you very much to all that left comments and suggestions. I appreciated that very much.
Anyways, all week I have been watching what I eat, drinking lots of water, even no Dr. Pepper. A friend called and wanted to go to lunch Friday. Eating out is probably my biggest weakness. This time was no exception. I blew it. Big time. I didn't beat myself up though. Until supper. Hubby and I got Mi Pueblo, one of our favorite mexican restaurants.
After dinner my stomach let me know right quick that it was PISSED at me. You see, after eating healthy for a week and then dropping all that very unhealthy food on my stomach was bad news. Let's just say I made more than one trip to the bathroom over the course of the evening and into the morning.
I am now, as quickly as I can dress myself and the kids, on my way to Wal-Mart to get the aloe and vitamin E toilet paper. My rear end can no longer endure the John Wayne toilet paper. You know, "rough and tough and don't take shit off no one."
On another note (this will eventually tie into to the first part of the story), I have been doing very well on my "lifestyle change." I am not going to call this a diet. It sounds negative and diets don't work. Also, thank you very much to all that left comments and suggestions. I appreciated that very much.
Anyways, all week I have been watching what I eat, drinking lots of water, even no Dr. Pepper. A friend called and wanted to go to lunch Friday. Eating out is probably my biggest weakness. This time was no exception. I blew it. Big time. I didn't beat myself up though. Until supper. Hubby and I got Mi Pueblo, one of our favorite mexican restaurants.
After dinner my stomach let me know right quick that it was PISSED at me. You see, after eating healthy for a week and then dropping all that very unhealthy food on my stomach was bad news. Let's just say I made more than one trip to the bathroom over the course of the evening and into the morning.
I am now, as quickly as I can dress myself and the kids, on my way to Wal-Mart to get the aloe and vitamin E toilet paper. My rear end can no longer endure the John Wayne toilet paper. You know, "rough and tough and don't take shit off no one."
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Maybe This Time
A friend of mine called yesterday to chat and toward the end of the conversation she said she had been meaning to ask me something. She wanted to know if I wanted to start exercising with her. Maybe a walk or two a week or possibly join a gym with her. She said that she thinks if she has someone to be accountable to that she would do better. It was very strange she called and asked because I had been thinking the exact same thing but didn't know how to approach the subject.
I have battled my weight for as long as I can remember. I remember back in high school thinking I was huge because the girls I was surrounded with were no bigger than my 10 year old sister at the time. I had a distorted view of myself. I have always had an athletic build, and curves. The girls I went to high school with were sticks. No figures, no legs, no boobs. Ok, they actually had legs, but they were little bitty tiny legs. Most of high school I believe I was about a size 10. Although that isn't bad by any means, I was comparing that to the size 2 that it seemed everyone else was.
I have tried in vain over the years to lose the weight. I was actually somewhat successful last year. I lost about 30 pounds. It was the thinnest I had been in over 10 years. I was exercising every day, drinking lots of water, eating right. Then I got sick. I got really sick. I had to stop exercising and ended up having surgery. I did lose another 10 pounds from being sick but I felt like shit. It took a long time to recover from the surgery and during that time I gained every single pound back.
I have found I am an emotional eater. I get depressed, I eat. I also was raised in a family where eating was a big deal. My mom or dad cooked every single night and it was good. I was taught a great appreciation for a good meal. My parents have both struggled with weight and I was never taught good eating habits. I am an adult now and make my own decisions of course, I don't blame them.
I have never been made fun of because of my weight. I put on the majority of my weight after high school. Adults tend to be more discreet if they are going to make fun of you. My husband, God bless him, tells me every day how beautiful I am and he loves me. Not that I would want him telling me I look like a cow. I ask him a lot, "Wouldn't you rather me look like so and so?" He just smiles that very familiar smile I have grown to love, puts his arms tightly around me and says "I love you the way you are Fuzzy." I'll have to explain "Fuzzy" another time :)
Anyways, maybe, just maybe, if I have an "appointment" with my friend to go work out or to go walk I will stick with it. I have told her to call me and ask me what I had to eat, am I drinking my water, things like that. It will take a true and honest friend to go through this with me. I am holding her accountable as well. She said I have permission to call her, tell her to get her lazy ass out of the bed and come do something. Her words, not mine. If a call doesn't work, I get to go to her house and shove her out of bed.
You know posting about this is hard for me. I have tried and failed many times. I have never "gone public" with it. It is obvious I need to lose weight but somehow I guess I think if I don't say it out loud it isn't so bad. So each time I fail, I fail silently. Each time going back to the eating, back to hating shopping for clothes, hating that I have failed once again. I wonder if it is ever possible.
I end this now a little depressed but also with a glimmer of hope. Hope that maybe I can figure out a way to make it work this time. Hope that maybe I can post once a week with a small update as to how it is going. Maybe if I can post good progress I will be more motivated to stick with it. Maybe if I post the bad it will be a way to let it out, let it go, and move on to tomorrow.
I have battled my weight for as long as I can remember. I remember back in high school thinking I was huge because the girls I was surrounded with were no bigger than my 10 year old sister at the time. I had a distorted view of myself. I have always had an athletic build, and curves. The girls I went to high school with were sticks. No figures, no legs, no boobs. Ok, they actually had legs, but they were little bitty tiny legs. Most of high school I believe I was about a size 10. Although that isn't bad by any means, I was comparing that to the size 2 that it seemed everyone else was.
I have tried in vain over the years to lose the weight. I was actually somewhat successful last year. I lost about 30 pounds. It was the thinnest I had been in over 10 years. I was exercising every day, drinking lots of water, eating right. Then I got sick. I got really sick. I had to stop exercising and ended up having surgery. I did lose another 10 pounds from being sick but I felt like shit. It took a long time to recover from the surgery and during that time I gained every single pound back.
I have found I am an emotional eater. I get depressed, I eat. I also was raised in a family where eating was a big deal. My mom or dad cooked every single night and it was good. I was taught a great appreciation for a good meal. My parents have both struggled with weight and I was never taught good eating habits. I am an adult now and make my own decisions of course, I don't blame them.
I have never been made fun of because of my weight. I put on the majority of my weight after high school. Adults tend to be more discreet if they are going to make fun of you. My husband, God bless him, tells me every day how beautiful I am and he loves me. Not that I would want him telling me I look like a cow. I ask him a lot, "Wouldn't you rather me look like so and so?" He just smiles that very familiar smile I have grown to love, puts his arms tightly around me and says "I love you the way you are Fuzzy." I'll have to explain "Fuzzy" another time :)
Anyways, maybe, just maybe, if I have an "appointment" with my friend to go work out or to go walk I will stick with it. I have told her to call me and ask me what I had to eat, am I drinking my water, things like that. It will take a true and honest friend to go through this with me. I am holding her accountable as well. She said I have permission to call her, tell her to get her lazy ass out of the bed and come do something. Her words, not mine. If a call doesn't work, I get to go to her house and shove her out of bed.
You know posting about this is hard for me. I have tried and failed many times. I have never "gone public" with it. It is obvious I need to lose weight but somehow I guess I think if I don't say it out loud it isn't so bad. So each time I fail, I fail silently. Each time going back to the eating, back to hating shopping for clothes, hating that I have failed once again. I wonder if it is ever possible.
I end this now a little depressed but also with a glimmer of hope. Hope that maybe I can figure out a way to make it work this time. Hope that maybe I can post once a week with a small update as to how it is going. Maybe if I can post good progress I will be more motivated to stick with it. Maybe if I post the bad it will be a way to let it out, let it go, and move on to tomorrow.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
So, That's What's Wrong
I was babysitting my two nieces and my nephew yesterday. The girls are 5 and 3 and the boy is 11. Sarah has a doctor's kit and the younger two found it, so I became the patient. I had some interesting diagnoses.
From Sarah: She looked in my ears and decided I had an "ear confection." She looked in my nose and found a "nose confection."
From Abbie (the 5 year old): She looked in my ears and said "Nope, no boogers!"
From Shelby (the 3 year old): "You have a black foot"
I also got 3 shots. They enjoyed that the most.
From Sarah: She looked in my ears and decided I had an "ear confection." She looked in my nose and found a "nose confection."
From Abbie (the 5 year old): She looked in my ears and said "Nope, no boogers!"
From Shelby (the 3 year old): "You have a black foot"
I also got 3 shots. They enjoyed that the most.
Friday, November 9, 2007
One and Two
ONE
Thank you first to Tweaker and hubby for the wonderful comments on my last post. It truly does my heart good. I know that my family loves me and I have never been shorted on being told so, but sometimes being told at the right moment makes it all the more special.
To Gnat, thank you for your comments as well. When you posted the "half-life of my hot dog is up" comment it really got me to thinking. Up until that point I hadn't realized how long it had been since I posted. Other than that, the fact that someone I have never met noticed that it had been that long touched me. Honestly, it was that comment that made me look back over the past months and write again. If ever I make it down to Florida you will be one person I will definitely look up. I would love to see your studio and finally see first hand what it is exactly you do with that glass!
TWO
The logic of children never ceases to amaze me. If they want something, and want it badly enough they will find a way. Case in point: my eldest daughter, Gracie, won an iPod shuffle on Halloween as a door prize at a Fall Festival she went to. She has been trying her hardest to find a reason to take it to school and show it off. The reasons are endless as to why we won't let her but she was not deterred.
Gracie came to me this morning and said "Momma, is my iPod made of metal?" I told her yes and wondered where in the world that came from. Her next statement told me all I needed to know.
"We are studying minerals and metals at school and I thought I could take my iPod as an example of metal."
"Wouldn't that be a good idea?"
"Nice try Gracie, the answer is still no."
Thank you first to Tweaker and hubby for the wonderful comments on my last post. It truly does my heart good. I know that my family loves me and I have never been shorted on being told so, but sometimes being told at the right moment makes it all the more special.
To Gnat, thank you for your comments as well. When you posted the "half-life of my hot dog is up" comment it really got me to thinking. Up until that point I hadn't realized how long it had been since I posted. Other than that, the fact that someone I have never met noticed that it had been that long touched me. Honestly, it was that comment that made me look back over the past months and write again. If ever I make it down to Florida you will be one person I will definitely look up. I would love to see your studio and finally see first hand what it is exactly you do with that glass!
TWO
The logic of children never ceases to amaze me. If they want something, and want it badly enough they will find a way. Case in point: my eldest daughter, Gracie, won an iPod shuffle on Halloween as a door prize at a Fall Festival she went to. She has been trying her hardest to find a reason to take it to school and show it off. The reasons are endless as to why we won't let her but she was not deterred.
Gracie came to me this morning and said "Momma, is my iPod made of metal?" I told her yes and wondered where in the world that came from. Her next statement told me all I needed to know.
"We are studying minerals and metals at school and I thought I could take my iPod as an example of metal."
"Wouldn't that be a good idea?"
"Nice try Gracie, the answer is still no."
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Catching Up
Well, here I am coming up on 2 months since my last post. I swore to myself when I started this thing that I wouldn't do that. If nothing else I would just post about my everyday life. Nothing major, just something. Maybe not everyday but not once every month.
I started this blog for myself. I wanted to write things about my kids that I didn't want to forget, vent when something made me mad, and tell some things that might make someone smile. I knew that I would never be one of those blogs that attracted hundreds of people but it didn't matter to me. There have been a few people I have "met" through my blog and that is neat to me. I enjoy reading about their lives. A peek into someone else's life is good for a change.
I wish that I could say that "I've been so busy, I haven't had time to write." Truth is, I think I just stopped seeing the little things. The little things that made me want to write in the first place. When you get into a rut like I have been in it is so hard to see happiness in the little things. I never used to have to work at being happy. It has always come very naturally for me. Then it seemed all of the sudden I was having to work at it.
I mean, everyone has times when they are down. I know this. My down time just seemed to be coming more often and lasting longer. I'm tired of it honestly. I could list reason after reason of why I could wallow in anger, bitterness, resentment, any number of negativities. Some of them rightfully so, some not. You know, some times you just want to be mad. You need to be mad. You just can't let it consume you or it will become you. It will become who you are. You have to let things go. Some things you can change in your life and some you can not. So here are a few things I have taken for granted over the past couple of months and a couple things coming up.
My dear, sweet, brother-in-law came for a visit. He lives in Texas and I don't get to see him nearly often enough. He made special arrangements with his work to get to Memphis while on a business trip. His trip was short but he was here. I wish I had told him more how glad I was he came and how much I love him.
I had my 32nd birthday. Some women would not celebrate this fact but I have survived on this earth for another year and that is something to be happy about. I have had a good 32 years so far. I grew up very happy with no major trauma other than a broken arm and a leg. I still have both my parents and I have a happy marriage with beautiful, healthy children. I haven't won the lottery yet, but who knows!
I connected with a new friend. Sounds cheesy, but the two of us have been trying for weeks to get together. We would chat on the phone or email, but we finally were able to coordinate our schedules, go out, and forget about life for a while. Ha, that sounded a bit Billy Joel-ish. We had a fabulous time and talked and talked some more. It's nice when you find someone that listens to you, is interested in your life, however boring it may be. The conversation never dragged and I learned a few things about her and she learned some about me. It's always fascinating to me to get to know people and to share things about yourself.
Halloween! Seeing my kids absolutely crazy in anticipation of darkness. Watching them transform into a princess, a black cat, and a spider witch. Hearing Colin saying with such enthusiasm, "Trick or Treat!" and looking for the next house with a porch light on.
Now, Thanksgiving and Christmas are coming up, my favorite times of the year. I love to eat. I especially love to eat Thanksgiving food. My mom has cooked the same things for Thanksgiving every year as long as I can remember and I anticipate it as much now as I always have. My family isn't exactly getting along right now and I have one sister in Colorado now who won't be coming home this year, so Thanksgiving won't be what it usually is for me this year. I am saddened by this, but that is one of those things I was talking about that you can't change.
I am one of those morons that love seeing Christmas commercials and hearing Christmas music. I get tingly in my stomach when I go into Wal-Mart and see all the decorations and the trees. I love, love, love, love, to go Christmas shopping. Hearing every day, "Momma, what are we getting for Christmas?" "When is Christmas gonna be here?"
I wrap all my Christmas presents. I don't do bags. I put birthday presents in bags, not Christmas. Something about all the tape, scissors, folding, cutting. It gets me delirious with happiness.
Next is New Years. I don't do the party scene. Hell, I can't stay up til midnight but my anniversary is January 1. This year will be number 14. Yes, I was married at 18 and still going strong. Hasn't always been easy but who said it was. We grew up together. I mean, how much do you know at 18. Not nearly as much as you think you do that's for sure. I wouldn't change much. Take out some of the bad maybe. Only some though. Some of the bad has made us better people. I think back and I have known my husband longer than I haven't. We met and started dating in 1990. I was a month shy of my 15th birthday.
So, I see now, I had plenty to write about, do have plenty to write about. As long as I remember why I'm writing. To remember, to rejoice, to bitch, whatever. After all , Roseanne Roseannadanna said it best, "It's Always Something."
I started this blog for myself. I wanted to write things about my kids that I didn't want to forget, vent when something made me mad, and tell some things that might make someone smile. I knew that I would never be one of those blogs that attracted hundreds of people but it didn't matter to me. There have been a few people I have "met" through my blog and that is neat to me. I enjoy reading about their lives. A peek into someone else's life is good for a change.
I wish that I could say that "I've been so busy, I haven't had time to write." Truth is, I think I just stopped seeing the little things. The little things that made me want to write in the first place. When you get into a rut like I have been in it is so hard to see happiness in the little things. I never used to have to work at being happy. It has always come very naturally for me. Then it seemed all of the sudden I was having to work at it.
I mean, everyone has times when they are down. I know this. My down time just seemed to be coming more often and lasting longer. I'm tired of it honestly. I could list reason after reason of why I could wallow in anger, bitterness, resentment, any number of negativities. Some of them rightfully so, some not. You know, some times you just want to be mad. You need to be mad. You just can't let it consume you or it will become you. It will become who you are. You have to let things go. Some things you can change in your life and some you can not. So here are a few things I have taken for granted over the past couple of months and a couple things coming up.
My dear, sweet, brother-in-law came for a visit. He lives in Texas and I don't get to see him nearly often enough. He made special arrangements with his work to get to Memphis while on a business trip. His trip was short but he was here. I wish I had told him more how glad I was he came and how much I love him.
I had my 32nd birthday. Some women would not celebrate this fact but I have survived on this earth for another year and that is something to be happy about. I have had a good 32 years so far. I grew up very happy with no major trauma other than a broken arm and a leg. I still have both my parents and I have a happy marriage with beautiful, healthy children. I haven't won the lottery yet, but who knows!
I connected with a new friend. Sounds cheesy, but the two of us have been trying for weeks to get together. We would chat on the phone or email, but we finally were able to coordinate our schedules, go out, and forget about life for a while. Ha, that sounded a bit Billy Joel-ish. We had a fabulous time and talked and talked some more. It's nice when you find someone that listens to you, is interested in your life, however boring it may be. The conversation never dragged and I learned a few things about her and she learned some about me. It's always fascinating to me to get to know people and to share things about yourself.
Halloween! Seeing my kids absolutely crazy in anticipation of darkness. Watching them transform into a princess, a black cat, and a spider witch. Hearing Colin saying with such enthusiasm, "Trick or Treat!" and looking for the next house with a porch light on.
Now, Thanksgiving and Christmas are coming up, my favorite times of the year. I love to eat. I especially love to eat Thanksgiving food. My mom has cooked the same things for Thanksgiving every year as long as I can remember and I anticipate it as much now as I always have. My family isn't exactly getting along right now and I have one sister in Colorado now who won't be coming home this year, so Thanksgiving won't be what it usually is for me this year. I am saddened by this, but that is one of those things I was talking about that you can't change.
I am one of those morons that love seeing Christmas commercials and hearing Christmas music. I get tingly in my stomach when I go into Wal-Mart and see all the decorations and the trees. I love, love, love, love, to go Christmas shopping. Hearing every day, "Momma, what are we getting for Christmas?" "When is Christmas gonna be here?"
I wrap all my Christmas presents. I don't do bags. I put birthday presents in bags, not Christmas. Something about all the tape, scissors, folding, cutting. It gets me delirious with happiness.
Next is New Years. I don't do the party scene. Hell, I can't stay up til midnight but my anniversary is January 1. This year will be number 14. Yes, I was married at 18 and still going strong. Hasn't always been easy but who said it was. We grew up together. I mean, how much do you know at 18. Not nearly as much as you think you do that's for sure. I wouldn't change much. Take out some of the bad maybe. Only some though. Some of the bad has made us better people. I think back and I have known my husband longer than I haven't. We met and started dating in 1990. I was a month shy of my 15th birthday.
So, I see now, I had plenty to write about, do have plenty to write about. As long as I remember why I'm writing. To remember, to rejoice, to bitch, whatever. After all , Roseanne Roseannadanna said it best, "It's Always Something."
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