Yesterday was a wonderful day life-wise. I went to the mall after work and walked… bought a fluffy gray hoodie for the Husband. Diet wise, still fell. I don’t know what is going on these past few weeks. I’m having such difficulty trying to put full effort into my diet, and into my relationship. If anyone has some wonderful wise advice, feel free to share; I think, however, the answer is just to DO it. *sigh*
Anyway, today is going to be a good day too; I’ve already decided that. I have to work until 3:00, then home for a little nap. After that, it’s off to the in-laws for a fun filled date night of dinner, movies, and games. I love my in-laws; they’re quirky, sweet, funny, and genuinely fun to be around. And I’m very glad that Husband decided to spend New Years with them instead of in a bar with his work friends.
China update? We were told we have a possible placement in Zhejiang province, on the east coast. It is a high school. We’re getting really excited, but the nervousness is kicking in too. They may want us as early as 2/20 – that means less than two months away!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
I'm the Cookie Monster.
Diet? Today I am 219 lbs. .5 lbs lighter than yesterday. But I still did poorly. It’s like there’s this other person that takes over. Amy is a determined, strong woman who is taking control of her life and her health. But then this nasty, wicked little person comes swooping in and shoves chocolate and haystack cookies in my mouth. I ate 4 of those cookies yesterday. 2 for breakfast, and 2 later. I cleaned the kitchen a bit, and in a moment of strength, slid all the leftover cookies into the trash can. I was going to bring them to work today, but I know I would have eaten more last night.
No matter, I found other ways to sabotage myself. I ate 3 mini-candy bars. I ate a bag of chocolate “High School Musical” coins my mom gave me (don’t ask). I had laughing cow and triscuits. I ate 1 piece of fudge (although that “piece” was about 2 inches by 4 inches). I decided I had had enough calories, so I was just going to have some slimfast and a tiny bit of leftover oatmeal for dinner. Then, once again, the evil took over and I put oil and hash browns in the frying pan, then slathered them with margarine and ate that. Then another candy bar. *sigh* I have a problem. And when I’m stressed, or hurting, it is so much worse. At least in China, I won’t have all that stuff so easily accessible!
Day 2 of the Love Dare went well. Husband didn’t mention the cleaning when he got home from his first job, just came in and took a nap. Which he needed. Before I went to bed, I wrote a long, sad entry in my daily journal, discouraged that this is not going to work. Yes, there was a pity party and I was the only one who attended. But then, at 12:30am when he got home (Mondays he comes home late), he thanked me out of nowhere for all the work I did. My heart grew really big and I felt loads better. I know we have a LONG LONG LONG way to go… but I’m optimistic. He’s teaching himself to beatbox, and he’s already really good! It’s nice to see him happy, and excited about something new. And he’s been sharing it with me, which makes me happy to no end. No, I don’t beatbox; no, I don’t have a huge interest in hearing it in normal situations. But I do have a huge interest in his happiness, and in listening to his interests, and showing him that I love him, and want to share with him the things he’s passionate about. I couldn’t have said that a month ago; but now I mean it. And it’s freeing.
Day 3’s dare? To buy something for my husband that tells him I was thinking of him. He takes the car to work, so I can’t drive myself anywhere today. I have two choices; I can either a)buy him a candy bar out of the office vending machine, or b) have him drop me off at the mall for some walking and window shopping, and find something there. I don’t want to do this halfway. I’m exhausted, and my lady time is starting today, so I’ve got cramps; but buying a candy bar is a cop-out. And more than that, it’s not even that great, because I bring him food often, and he has a bunch of snacks left from Christmas. This is my marriage, and our happiness on the line; I’m putting everything in that I can. So the mall it is!
No matter, I found other ways to sabotage myself. I ate 3 mini-candy bars. I ate a bag of chocolate “High School Musical” coins my mom gave me (don’t ask). I had laughing cow and triscuits. I ate 1 piece of fudge (although that “piece” was about 2 inches by 4 inches). I decided I had had enough calories, so I was just going to have some slimfast and a tiny bit of leftover oatmeal for dinner. Then, once again, the evil took over and I put oil and hash browns in the frying pan, then slathered them with margarine and ate that. Then another candy bar. *sigh* I have a problem. And when I’m stressed, or hurting, it is so much worse. At least in China, I won’t have all that stuff so easily accessible!
Day 2 of the Love Dare went well. Husband didn’t mention the cleaning when he got home from his first job, just came in and took a nap. Which he needed. Before I went to bed, I wrote a long, sad entry in my daily journal, discouraged that this is not going to work. Yes, there was a pity party and I was the only one who attended. But then, at 12:30am when he got home (Mondays he comes home late), he thanked me out of nowhere for all the work I did. My heart grew really big and I felt loads better. I know we have a LONG LONG LONG way to go… but I’m optimistic. He’s teaching himself to beatbox, and he’s already really good! It’s nice to see him happy, and excited about something new. And he’s been sharing it with me, which makes me happy to no end. No, I don’t beatbox; no, I don’t have a huge interest in hearing it in normal situations. But I do have a huge interest in his happiness, and in listening to his interests, and showing him that I love him, and want to share with him the things he’s passionate about. I couldn’t have said that a month ago; but now I mean it. And it’s freeing.
Day 3’s dare? To buy something for my husband that tells him I was thinking of him. He takes the car to work, so I can’t drive myself anywhere today. I have two choices; I can either a)buy him a candy bar out of the office vending machine, or b) have him drop me off at the mall for some walking and window shopping, and find something there. I don’t want to do this halfway. I’m exhausted, and my lady time is starting today, so I’ve got cramps; but buying a candy bar is a cop-out. And more than that, it’s not even that great, because I bring him food often, and he has a bunch of snacks left from Christmas. This is my marriage, and our happiness on the line; I’m putting everything in that I can. So the mall it is!
Monday, December 29, 2008
Cleaning Queen
Day 1 of the Love Dare was yesterday. I think I did pretty well, except for a bump towards the end. I was working hard not to say anything negative at all, not to bicker, and definitely not to fight. There was a slip up, but I feel that I handled it fairly well; mostly it was miscommunication, and also the mistakes I've made in the past made the situation hard to resolve. But I had a good day, relationship wise; went to a wonderful church service, watched Star Trek movies, went to see Marley and Me in the theater (what a cute tear-jerker!). Altogether, definitely a day of rest.
Diet wise? I'm a wreck. The holidays were not handled as they should have been. And yesterday I *gasp* had cookies for breakfast, McDonalds for lunch, and Burger King for dinner. With popcorn, fudge, and cookies in between. The damage of the past week and a half? 5.5 lbs. That's right... I was 214. I am now 219.5. But I'm thinking positively. This morning, cookies for breakfast. That was a slip-up. A few minutes ago, 2 squares of chocolate. But I prayed, and knew that I would have to admit this here; so I washed some sweet potatoes, and I'm thawing some fish. I am climbing back on the diet wagon, even if I'm climbing a little unsteadily.
Day 2 of the challenge; do something nice for your spouse. I've been thinking about this. Today is the day that he works both jobs, then goes to the bar/bowling alley with his friends after work for "$3.50 burrito night". I don't see him much. I can't make a nice meal, because he's gonna eat lunch before he gets home. I can't make him dinner; I am marooned without a car, so I can't go buy a sweet gift. I COULD write a sweet note or something, but I don't think he's ready; it might make him frustrated and upset. So I just decided that I'm going to be Suzy Homemaker. I have never been great about keeping up on dishes, laundry, cleaning. Neither is he. I go through spurts where things are great, and I'm a neat freak, but then it just falls back into a dump. It's even harder because we're saving for China and live in a 350 sq ft studio apartment. Our stuff doesn't fit. How do you keep somewhere that small neat? Our food and dishes don't fit in the cabinets. Our clothes don't fit in the closet. We eat dinner at the foot of the bed, on our oak chest, because there isn't room for chairs or a table. But I'm doing my best. I've done 3 loads of laundry, dishes, and lots of scrubbing. I don't want him to worry about whether his clothes are clean, or what that wierd smell is. I want him to be able to come home to a clean, comfortable home, where he can feel calm. With my new positive attitude, and willingness to get things done, hopefully that will start coming true!
Diet wise? I'm a wreck. The holidays were not handled as they should have been. And yesterday I *gasp* had cookies for breakfast, McDonalds for lunch, and Burger King for dinner. With popcorn, fudge, and cookies in between. The damage of the past week and a half? 5.5 lbs. That's right... I was 214. I am now 219.5. But I'm thinking positively. This morning, cookies for breakfast. That was a slip-up. A few minutes ago, 2 squares of chocolate. But I prayed, and knew that I would have to admit this here; so I washed some sweet potatoes, and I'm thawing some fish. I am climbing back on the diet wagon, even if I'm climbing a little unsteadily.
Day 2 of the challenge; do something nice for your spouse. I've been thinking about this. Today is the day that he works both jobs, then goes to the bar/bowling alley with his friends after work for "$3.50 burrito night". I don't see him much. I can't make a nice meal, because he's gonna eat lunch before he gets home. I can't make him dinner; I am marooned without a car, so I can't go buy a sweet gift. I COULD write a sweet note or something, but I don't think he's ready; it might make him frustrated and upset. So I just decided that I'm going to be Suzy Homemaker. I have never been great about keeping up on dishes, laundry, cleaning. Neither is he. I go through spurts where things are great, and I'm a neat freak, but then it just falls back into a dump. It's even harder because we're saving for China and live in a 350 sq ft studio apartment. Our stuff doesn't fit. How do you keep somewhere that small neat? Our food and dishes don't fit in the cabinets. Our clothes don't fit in the closet. We eat dinner at the foot of the bed, on our oak chest, because there isn't room for chairs or a table. But I'm doing my best. I've done 3 loads of laundry, dishes, and lots of scrubbing. I don't want him to worry about whether his clothes are clean, or what that wierd smell is. I want him to be able to come home to a clean, comfortable home, where he can feel calm. With my new positive attitude, and willingness to get things done, hopefully that will start coming true!
Friday, December 26, 2008
Not So Christmas
This year lacked that "Christmas" feeling. Most of it has to do with the state of my marital relationship. (It's been over a week, like I said, so I can mention it again!). It was very hard to get in the Christmas spirit knowing that my husband no longer believes in Christ. It was also hard because he still does not love me (understandably, a couple weeks has not changed that) and we had several fights. But tonight was a wonderful night, and God has provided yet another bit of hope for my broken self. Wanna know the story?
I had a dinner date with my best friend from childhood, Kristin. She picked me up and we drove to the restaurant. While we were waiting, my other closest friend, Keyla, walked in the door.
Why is this unusual, you might ask?
Because, dear friends, Keyla lives in Delaware. I am in Michigan. She and her husband came to visit family for Christmas, but that family lives almost 2 hours away. Keyla is the friend who is married to a youth pastor. She has been a great comfort to me in the past month or two as I've been struggling with my relationships with Husband and God. She's shared godly wisdom, which I have eaten up. But it was hard knowing that she was many states away. She moved about 5 months ago. But today, she drove to my city and suprised me at dinner. My friends are the best. And Kristin is so good at keeping secrets! They've been secretly plotting this for a MONTH!
The hopeful part of the night? Besides feeling that I had some serious warriors praying for us, Keyla also gave me a gift. When I unwrapped it, I found the book "Love Dare", which is what the new movie "Fireproof" is based on. The book is a challenge for married people who are seriously struggling in their marriage. It gives you one thing to do every day for 40 days. These are hard things, and it gives scripture passages, as well as a section each day explaining the concept behind that day's dare (pride, jealousy, selfishness, not cherishing, etc).
This book may be the foundation I need to rebuild my marriage. I already read ahead, and I'm both excited, as well as humbled. I am seeing a lot of areas that I have failed as a wife. But this is my chance to truly love my husband unconditionally. This new possibility is the best Christmas gift God could have given me.
an excerpt from tomorrow, day 1:
"Patience helps you give your spouse permission to be human. It understands that everyone fails. When a mistake is made, it chooses to give them more time than they deserve to correct it."
I had a dinner date with my best friend from childhood, Kristin. She picked me up and we drove to the restaurant. While we were waiting, my other closest friend, Keyla, walked in the door.
Why is this unusual, you might ask?
Because, dear friends, Keyla lives in Delaware. I am in Michigan. She and her husband came to visit family for Christmas, but that family lives almost 2 hours away. Keyla is the friend who is married to a youth pastor. She has been a great comfort to me in the past month or two as I've been struggling with my relationships with Husband and God. She's shared godly wisdom, which I have eaten up. But it was hard knowing that she was many states away. She moved about 5 months ago. But today, she drove to my city and suprised me at dinner. My friends are the best. And Kristin is so good at keeping secrets! They've been secretly plotting this for a MONTH!
The hopeful part of the night? Besides feeling that I had some serious warriors praying for us, Keyla also gave me a gift. When I unwrapped it, I found the book "Love Dare", which is what the new movie "Fireproof" is based on. The book is a challenge for married people who are seriously struggling in their marriage. It gives you one thing to do every day for 40 days. These are hard things, and it gives scripture passages, as well as a section each day explaining the concept behind that day's dare (pride, jealousy, selfishness, not cherishing, etc).
This book may be the foundation I need to rebuild my marriage. I already read ahead, and I'm both excited, as well as humbled. I am seeing a lot of areas that I have failed as a wife. But this is my chance to truly love my husband unconditionally. This new possibility is the best Christmas gift God could have given me.
an excerpt from tomorrow, day 1:
"Patience helps you give your spouse permission to be human. It understands that everyone fails. When a mistake is made, it chooses to give them more time than they deserve to correct it."
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Warning: Chubby Girl Venting
I’m having issues at the moment.
My favorite pair of work pants are TOO BIG. This is a most serious predicament! For a moment, I found myself thinking “I need to gain a little more weight back, so that I can fit into these cute pants.”
WHAT THE HECK?!
No, I do not. I am still 216.5 lbs. I do not need to gain weight back for ANY reason. Certainly not so that a pair of plain brown Dockers pants will sit pretty on my wide hips.
But honestly, I’m starting to go through this weird process. My favorite pink New York and Company fleece fits better than it ever has. That makes me happy. My pajama pants are once more a bit baggy, like they were supposed to be. My button-down work shirts are finally laying flat against my body, instead of tugging the life out of those poor buttons. My knee-length black wool coat I bought 3 years ago once again buttons at the breast, making it possible to wear it out without having to explain why I never wear my coat closed.
All of those things make me happy. But at the same time? My Dockers don’t fit. My size 20/22 jeans are all too baggy, but I don’t want to buy more 18’s (my new size!) because I’m hopefully only going to be this size for a little bit longer before I’m wearing 16’s. bras are getting big, which I am seriously upset about. All through high school, I was a size A. Today, I am a C. I LIKE being a C. But as expected, those girlies are one of the first things to go.
My weight started coming off just my belly. That was nice. But now it’s falling off my boobs and my butt. My pants are saggy in the back. I always had a perky hind end, and it’s starting to… deflate. I know that if I want to fix that, I need to get some serious exercise in; but finding the gumption/opportunities is proving harder than I wish it was.
On the upside, I’m dealing with these problems because I’M LOSING WEIGHT!
One more chubby girl grievance; what’s with plus-sized pants? I’ve noticed a HUGE change in pants between 18’s and 20’s. What is that change? The back of the pants. Yes, ladies, apparently when you hit that size 20 point, your but gets a lot longer. Because my new 18’s are lower, and are at the same height in the back that they are in the front. My 20’s, however, were about 3 inches higher in the back. They made my butt look all long and frumpy (okay, a size 20 but is a bit frumpy) but still, they change the measurements in plus-sized pants. I know 18’s are still “plus-sized”, but I can find them on Juniors rack at JC Penney, and I can find them at the GAP! I used to be at the point where I HAD to shop either at Old Navy (they have jeans up to a size 20), the Target plus sized section, or JC Penney’s “woman” section. Lane Bryant’s clothes just didn’t fit me right. But the other day, I was at the mall, and I slipped into jeans at the GAP, Macy’s, New York & Company, and Vanity. And I even fit cutely in a pair of size 16 Tommy Hilfiger jeans! Too bad they were $80….
Happy Christmas Eve Eve, folks. I’m in the office while yet another winter storm rages outside. Today will be a test in my willpower; I will be making cookies, fudge, and more fudge. Figures my mom sticks me with the treat that I love the most.
Couldn’t I have been responsible for the shrimp dip, instead? That stuff is gross.
My favorite pair of work pants are TOO BIG. This is a most serious predicament! For a moment, I found myself thinking “I need to gain a little more weight back, so that I can fit into these cute pants.”
WHAT THE HECK?!
No, I do not. I am still 216.5 lbs. I do not need to gain weight back for ANY reason. Certainly not so that a pair of plain brown Dockers pants will sit pretty on my wide hips.
But honestly, I’m starting to go through this weird process. My favorite pink New York and Company fleece fits better than it ever has. That makes me happy. My pajama pants are once more a bit baggy, like they were supposed to be. My button-down work shirts are finally laying flat against my body, instead of tugging the life out of those poor buttons. My knee-length black wool coat I bought 3 years ago once again buttons at the breast, making it possible to wear it out without having to explain why I never wear my coat closed.
All of those things make me happy. But at the same time? My Dockers don’t fit. My size 20/22 jeans are all too baggy, but I don’t want to buy more 18’s (my new size!) because I’m hopefully only going to be this size for a little bit longer before I’m wearing 16’s. bras are getting big, which I am seriously upset about. All through high school, I was a size A. Today, I am a C. I LIKE being a C. But as expected, those girlies are one of the first things to go.
My weight started coming off just my belly. That was nice. But now it’s falling off my boobs and my butt. My pants are saggy in the back. I always had a perky hind end, and it’s starting to… deflate. I know that if I want to fix that, I need to get some serious exercise in; but finding the gumption/opportunities is proving harder than I wish it was.
On the upside, I’m dealing with these problems because I’M LOSING WEIGHT!
One more chubby girl grievance; what’s with plus-sized pants? I’ve noticed a HUGE change in pants between 18’s and 20’s. What is that change? The back of the pants. Yes, ladies, apparently when you hit that size 20 point, your but gets a lot longer. Because my new 18’s are lower, and are at the same height in the back that they are in the front. My 20’s, however, were about 3 inches higher in the back. They made my butt look all long and frumpy (okay, a size 20 but is a bit frumpy) but still, they change the measurements in plus-sized pants. I know 18’s are still “plus-sized”, but I can find them on Juniors rack at JC Penney, and I can find them at the GAP! I used to be at the point where I HAD to shop either at Old Navy (they have jeans up to a size 20), the Target plus sized section, or JC Penney’s “woman” section. Lane Bryant’s clothes just didn’t fit me right. But the other day, I was at the mall, and I slipped into jeans at the GAP, Macy’s, New York & Company, and Vanity. And I even fit cutely in a pair of size 16 Tommy Hilfiger jeans! Too bad they were $80….
Happy Christmas Eve Eve, folks. I’m in the office while yet another winter storm rages outside. Today will be a test in my willpower; I will be making cookies, fudge, and more fudge. Figures my mom sticks me with the treat that I love the most.
Couldn’t I have been responsible for the shrimp dip, instead? That stuff is gross.
Monday, December 22, 2008
It is going to be a white, white Christmas.
For people who have never lived in one of the northern states, it is hard to imagine what this is like. And unless you’ve lived in MICHIGAN, you don’t get the full effect. Surrounded by huge bodies of water, we get dumped on. It is what we affectionately call “lake effect snow”. And we get a lot of it.
We’ve been hit by two winter storms in the past week. We have well over a foot of snow. Plows can’t get through fast enough. It’s too cold for salt to do anything to the roads. People are being plowed into their parking spots. Police are asking that people stay off the roads unless absolutely necessary. I didn't go to church on Sunday, because they all closed! I was even up and ready to go, but couldn't find one open in the area.
I LOVE this. I can’t ever imagine living somewhere without these 4 very distinct seasons. Sure, it gets annoying. I don’t like spending half an hour digging my car out in the morning, or chipping the ice off my windshield with a CD case because I snapped my show brush in half. But it’s gorgeous; and it creates this very “homey” feeling. And it’s about to get homier, because another big one is on the way for tomorrow, and also on Christmas Eve. Christmas day will have a break, but then another one is coming next weekend. Many of the surrounding counties even have BLIZZARD warnings!
Why all of this boring back story stuff? Because I am amazed by the kindness of people. I was raised to think the worst of people, I think. When I get a flat tire, I never even consider the possibility that someone will stop and help. And when I get stuck in the snow at the entrance to Olive Garden, I don’t think that a nice man with a huge SUV is going to plow on through and throw his J-Crew-clad self under the hood of my car into the nasty dirty road snow to clip a tow cable onto my bumper. But it happens!
And I never expect a chubby, friendly looking teenage girl to pull her little escort over and help me push my car out of the driveway of Arby’s when I’ve sunk into at least 3 feet of snow. I don’t expect a mini-van to pull up and spill out two tiny Mexican girls yelling only Spanish, who come up behind the car and give it that final shove that sends us rolling into the turn lane, out of the Wendy’s parking lot. But it happens; because people are much better than I tend to think. Go, good Samaritans!
I see a pattern here; I believe God is punishing me for eating so much junk this weekend. Every time we went to get junk food, we got stuck. And God threw some nice people our way, as if to say “Yeah, seriously, you need to learn your lesson. But just to drive my point home, I’ll show that even though you suck at dieting this weekend, I’m gonna take care of you. Because you need to love me more than your curly fries”.
Am I serious? No… well, maybe a little. I fell flat on my face this weekend. Fell off the wagon. And got ran over by it. And it was FUN. But not so fun when I saw the scale this morning, and I’m back up to 216.5 lbs. Here is just a snippet of the junk I ate this weekend:
Olive Garden: Minestrone soup, breakstick salad
La Cantina: Chips and cheese, bean dip, chicken tacos
Arby’s: Roast beef with cheddar and bacon, curly fries
Wendy’s: 1 snackwrap and small fry
Plus… Chinese food, chocolate bar, 2 Starbucks Peppermint Hot Chocolates.
Seeing that, I’m actually a little amazed that I only gained 2 lbs. I don’t know what happened; Husband and I were wanting munchies. We had a decent weekend, and since we were “snowed in”, watching movies all weekend, naturally we had to go OUT for junk food, to bring BACK. Yeah, not logical. Anyways, I fell. And I’m scraping my snowy self back up off the ground, and I’m going to keep going; because I love feeling healthier, prettier, better. And I’m not going to let some FOOD stop me from that!
We’ve been hit by two winter storms in the past week. We have well over a foot of snow. Plows can’t get through fast enough. It’s too cold for salt to do anything to the roads. People are being plowed into their parking spots. Police are asking that people stay off the roads unless absolutely necessary. I didn't go to church on Sunday, because they all closed! I was even up and ready to go, but couldn't find one open in the area.
I LOVE this. I can’t ever imagine living somewhere without these 4 very distinct seasons. Sure, it gets annoying. I don’t like spending half an hour digging my car out in the morning, or chipping the ice off my windshield with a CD case because I snapped my show brush in half. But it’s gorgeous; and it creates this very “homey” feeling. And it’s about to get homier, because another big one is on the way for tomorrow, and also on Christmas Eve. Christmas day will have a break, but then another one is coming next weekend. Many of the surrounding counties even have BLIZZARD warnings!
Why all of this boring back story stuff? Because I am amazed by the kindness of people. I was raised to think the worst of people, I think. When I get a flat tire, I never even consider the possibility that someone will stop and help. And when I get stuck in the snow at the entrance to Olive Garden, I don’t think that a nice man with a huge SUV is going to plow on through and throw his J-Crew-clad self under the hood of my car into the nasty dirty road snow to clip a tow cable onto my bumper. But it happens!
And I never expect a chubby, friendly looking teenage girl to pull her little escort over and help me push my car out of the driveway of Arby’s when I’ve sunk into at least 3 feet of snow. I don’t expect a mini-van to pull up and spill out two tiny Mexican girls yelling only Spanish, who come up behind the car and give it that final shove that sends us rolling into the turn lane, out of the Wendy’s parking lot. But it happens; because people are much better than I tend to think. Go, good Samaritans!
I see a pattern here; I believe God is punishing me for eating so much junk this weekend. Every time we went to get junk food, we got stuck. And God threw some nice people our way, as if to say “Yeah, seriously, you need to learn your lesson. But just to drive my point home, I’ll show that even though you suck at dieting this weekend, I’m gonna take care of you. Because you need to love me more than your curly fries”.
Am I serious? No… well, maybe a little. I fell flat on my face this weekend. Fell off the wagon. And got ran over by it. And it was FUN. But not so fun when I saw the scale this morning, and I’m back up to 216.5 lbs. Here is just a snippet of the junk I ate this weekend:
Olive Garden: Minestrone soup, breakstick salad
La Cantina: Chips and cheese, bean dip, chicken tacos
Arby’s: Roast beef with cheddar and bacon, curly fries
Wendy’s: 1 snackwrap and small fry
Plus… Chinese food, chocolate bar, 2 Starbucks Peppermint Hot Chocolates.
Seeing that, I’m actually a little amazed that I only gained 2 lbs. I don’t know what happened; Husband and I were wanting munchies. We had a decent weekend, and since we were “snowed in”, watching movies all weekend, naturally we had to go OUT for junk food, to bring BACK. Yeah, not logical. Anyways, I fell. And I’m scraping my snowy self back up off the ground, and I’m going to keep going; because I love feeling healthier, prettier, better. And I’m not going to let some FOOD stop me from that!
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Blizzard
This week has been one wierd week.
Monday - wednesday: I was out of work sick with strep throat. NOT fun.
Wednesday: Went to work at 6:00 am. Power went out at 6:30. Generator did not kick on. Stuck around office until 9:30 am, then left. (note: Power was fixed at 9:45. Go figure.)
Friday: Went to work at 6:30 am. Blizzard in progress. As the morning continued, the snow continued to blow, and the snow against the window was almost thigh high in places because of the wind. Office closed early at 1:00pm.
So here I am, saturday morning, in a winter wonderland. I SHOULD take some pictures for you, but I can't find my camera. It took half an hour to dig my friend's car out of the parking lot, and another for her to make the .75 mile drive to my apartment. We got stuck 3 times, and had to exit the car and use the shovel.
Snow angels were made.
Last night, Husband and I fell asleep to the picture and sounds of the Nutcracker on TV (it was set on a sleep timer to turn off). It was very nice, and a favorite Christmas tradition. This morning I'm getting ready for a soup and salad lunch with one of my best friends from high school. We're meeting at Olive Garden, my favorite place for soup!
This weekend is going to be good; lots of cooking, a little shopping, and a date with my mom and sister for the 4 of us to play Mario Kart on our Wii. Yes, my mom plays with the Wii. She borrowed it and has this odd fascination with it. She's a wierd mom; loves Nascar too. But she's endearing. And I'm becoming better and better friends with her as I get older.
Have a great weekend!
Monday - wednesday: I was out of work sick with strep throat. NOT fun.
Wednesday: Went to work at 6:00 am. Power went out at 6:30. Generator did not kick on. Stuck around office until 9:30 am, then left. (note: Power was fixed at 9:45. Go figure.)
Friday: Went to work at 6:30 am. Blizzard in progress. As the morning continued, the snow continued to blow, and the snow against the window was almost thigh high in places because of the wind. Office closed early at 1:00pm.
So here I am, saturday morning, in a winter wonderland. I SHOULD take some pictures for you, but I can't find my camera. It took half an hour to dig my friend's car out of the parking lot, and another for her to make the .75 mile drive to my apartment. We got stuck 3 times, and had to exit the car and use the shovel.
Snow angels were made.
Last night, Husband and I fell asleep to the picture and sounds of the Nutcracker on TV (it was set on a sleep timer to turn off). It was very nice, and a favorite Christmas tradition. This morning I'm getting ready for a soup and salad lunch with one of my best friends from high school. We're meeting at Olive Garden, my favorite place for soup!
This weekend is going to be good; lots of cooking, a little shopping, and a date with my mom and sister for the 4 of us to play Mario Kart on our Wii. Yes, my mom plays with the Wii. She borrowed it and has this odd fascination with it. She's a wierd mom; loves Nascar too. But she's endearing. And I'm becoming better and better friends with her as I get older.
Have a great weekend!
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