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Over the past 3 days I’ve been adding my foods to my SparkPeople nutrition tracker and noticing that if I actually measure out my portions, holy heffers no wonder I’m weighing in at 170!!!! Okay so I know if we eat appropriate portions we’d likely all start dropping pounds, but DAMN! I measured out my Special K cereal this morning, 3/4 cup and 1/2 cup of vitamin D milk. Then I looked at the tiny bowl in which it was waiting for me to dive in. Tiny bowl is what I chose so that it appeared full. It was full. It still appeared rather small…too small. It isn’t hard to see that my usual portion would be about 3 times that much. SIGH.
I have had no major issued getting my water intake up to the 64 ounces a day, that is a piece of cake for me. But taking time to measure out my foods is another story, and staying focused. My pink heart post it note on my mirror still is a #1. I didn’t go on with my workouts. I know I know, don’t give up, just do it today and start over. I AM going to do that! It is hard to establish a new routine and stick to it though, and I’m quickly meeting my resistance on the road to a more fit self. I refuse to give up!
One place I DO need to starve myself is my social network
addictions connections. It likely is somewhat related to my expanding bum! Last night Diva Mom, Boo, me and my daughter had dinner then went shopping for a bit. I went out of the door without my most prized appendage…my cell phone. I experienced varying degrees of withdraw, especially when we had to stop at the Verizon store on the way to Target. There, in a valley of cell phones, I was naked. I had to touch my daughter’s for a moment so I could keep breathing and hold back the panic attack. Then when we came home we watched Police Women of Cincinnati, CSI: NY, and then CSI (we DVR’d them). When I crawled in bed I realized my usual nightlight was not glowing from the desk…my laptop. I had gone an entire evening from the time I left the office without being on the computer. I think hell must of experienced a frost warning, the Packers may win the Super Bowl, and I should go buy a lottery ticket. An entire evening without the computer??? Be afraid, be VERY afraid.
Time to get my life train back on the track from its derailment. Obviously I’ve gotten my priorities in life completely out of whack, but now it is time to refocus!
On that note, time to change the sheets, get myself together, and go buy yarn. I have blankets to finish!
I think I finally have my footing in the world again. The dust settled, my heart discovered that it was going to survive and checked out of ICU and into protective custody. I’m adjusting to working and paying my own bills, and I have established a routine for the weekdays. Weekends have no definite routine other than Saturday night wine with the Divas.
The boss resigned and I’ve been juggling 2 territories and that is finally settling down. There are some loose ends still but I finally feel confident that I can handle this much responsibility, which I had serious doubts for a while. See, I do not like going places that are unfamiliar (probably some big medical label for that) but now that I have been to the Dayton office and found it (gotta love GPS on the smart phone), got inside and saw what needed to be done, I feel much better about that. Still scrambling in some ways but I’m getting there and I KNOW I can handle it.
I love the holidays and this is the first Christmas in 23 years that I won’t have to deal with Ebenezer Scrooge. I had no issues with us not buying for each other, we both always got whatever we needed throughout the year. And material things mean nothing to me, actions that back up the words “I love you” mean far more to me. I’d rather have your heart, your love, that is all the gift I need.
The ex hated the holidays with good reason, but never could let his past go. His childhood sucked balls, no nice way to put it, and the holidays were just a more focused time to be tortured mentally by his parents. But seriously, at some point you need to let it GO and embrace the happiness and spirit of the season. Connect with your inner child and learn to laugh and play again. Get some therapy, but get over it and let the crutch go!
I cannot wait for the holidays to arrive, my sister is a Christmas freak like me, though her favorite holiday is Halloween. Like me, she cannot get the tree up fast enough (my poor mom, we will likely have both trees up the weekend after Halloween!). The Divas love the music, decorations, smells, lights…and the childlike joy that goes with it. It will be so nice to not have that dark cloud hanging over things that was a part of being married to my ex. I tolerated it as one of the many ‘worst’ things about him, but it is without a doubt a major relief to no longer have too.
I’m totally enjoying my relationship with Mr. TSASA (twisted steel and sex appeal). I’ve never been in this sort of relationship with someone before, so it is rather new and there really are no rules/guidelines outside of the boundaries we chose to set. I’ve never known a man that would drive 40 minutes just to take me out for a ride so he could hold my hand, see me, kiss me and hug me…and that is all. Seriously, that is new territory. The physical/sexual attraction is very much there, has been since the first time we met. But really, he drove that far because he had this little block of time in his schedule and he wanted to just be with me. It restores my faith that maybe all men are NOT pigs, just 99.9% of them.
The ‘friendship’ part is very important to me, and also admittedly a bit scary. Friends aren’t truly friends if they don’t care about each other. To allow a friendship to grow means that those feelings could develop and over time become something far more serious. That is the part that concerns me. I don’t think my heart can handle being shattered again and I have no desire to risk that happening. But it is not realistic to think I can keep it from feeling. I’m not going to cover it up, I smile when my phone rings and it is him calling, or when I get an email. He makes me feel very special when we are together and apart. But I refuse to rush this, place hope on it, etc. Neither of us want to push things into something they are not, but we also don’t want to run from something that could be sweet and wonderful. What a hot mess! We both are gun shy, we both have had someone we loved so much shred our hearts and drop the remaining pieces at our feet, so our hearts are locked up pretty securely. So we will error on the side of caution and go forward exceedingly slow and see what happens. For now, we have a great friendship with a superb benefit package.
One thing the past 23 years taught me is that you can put too much pressure on a person by making them the center of your world. Sooner or later they will let you down, they are after all human. When everything you do, think and say revolves around a particular individual, your world will crash and burn if that person walks out of your life. Maybe it was more than the ex could handle? I don’t know as I was not the center of his world so I don’t know what that kind of expectation must feel like, but I’m positive I do NOT want that. I want to be one of the treasures/blessings in life to someone, but not their sole wealth and focus. And I never want anyone to be what my world revolves around again, my world should revolve around me. No person should ever be my sole enjoyment, but be one of many parts that I enjoy of my life. Certainly people and things in life must be prioritized, and I could be and could make someone a priority, but not the number one. I am number one in my life, and everyone should consider themselves number one in theirs. When all those other things fail, you are all you have left and you better have nurtured and taken care of yourself mentally and emotionally so you can withstand when the rest is gone.
As they said in the movie, White Christmas, it is dangerous to put knights on those white horses, they can fall off. Sooner or later every knight gets tossed off his horse, and every princess falls off her throne. But can we forgive each others imperfections, and help them climb back up, or do we raise the drawbridge and fill the moat with piranhas?
Every week on Wednesday I devote a blog to whining. Despite being a really happy, positive person, I do have things that annoy me at times. I never let anything grate on my nerves for long but thought it would be fun to vent them periodically in my blogs.
I also feel that good things, the cheese in life, should be acknowledged as well.
I’m even going to throw in a bit of dessert, a piece of virtual chocolate, something that made me laugh or smile just a bit more than normal.
I follow a blogger, Kristina, over at The Ten Minute Missive and she blogged about observing things people do in their car seemingly unaware they are being watched. Much to my surprise, one she left out that drives me bonkers is nose pickers! Or nasal miners as she put it and I’m borrowing it because that is funny stuff right there. And don’t you know, after commenting on the blog Monday, I am then headed to work on Tuesday morning and stop for a red light. Glancing back in the review mirror I was treated to the vision of a man in his mid to late 20’s with fully half of his index finger buried in his nose! I tried to look away but when I again glanced up at this train wreck he was holding his nostril open with both hands, trying to peer up his nose in his review mirror, then went mining for more! SERIOUSLY???? Do you not realize that everyone around you is watching you while you dig in your facial cavern? OMG and then? YES dear readers, you guessed it, apparently this is where he hides his breakfast because he proceeded to consume whatever morsel he found encased in his sinus cavity! AHHHHHHH!!! For crying out loud, if you must pick your nose, do not do this in the car and please, deposit the goods in a tissue, wipe it on your pants leg, whatever but please do not eat it!!!! I was tempted to walk back and offer him some wheat bread and a napkin from my lunch bag as I was pretty sure after that display I was not going to be hungry again anytime soon.
When I have the luxury of paying to fake-bake my ample rear in the tanning bed at the local vitamin D salon, I go there to relax. I turn OFF my cell phone ringer, put on some bronzer, turn on the radio, the fan and lay back for a relaxing, 20 minute warm, naked nap. NEVER fails as I’m in my virtual paradise watching Juan, the hot ass pool boy clean my cement pond, that a drama queen lands in the room next to mine and, while worshiping the imitation sunshine on her side of the wall, she gets on her cell phone and launches into a minute by minute update on her soap opera romance to her totally bestest girlfriend….at the top of her lungs!! Just when I am about to seduce Juan out of his swim trunks the vision is gone as the Lindsay Lohan wannabe screeches out details to the entire establishment of her misguided love. First if you must talk on the phone while tanning, lower the volume on your highly irritating voice. Cats fighting is more soothing than the sounds coming forth from your vocal cords. UV rays are bad for the phone display, and though mommy will likely buy you a new one right away if you ruin that one, you could miss an important text from lover boy if the screen ceases functioning, so maybe put that thing away? Besides, some of us are trying to sleep and enjoy our well mannered, sexy fantasy guys over here, so STFU!!!!
I have a bone to pick with the dads out there. I am SO sick of hearing dads refer to spending time with the kids, while mommy is away, as babysitting. News Flash: YOU are dad, YOU are the other half of the parental unit, half of their biological gene pool. Your time is called PARENTING. You are not a babysitter. You are their father, you are just as responsible as the mother for changing the kids diapers, feeding them, getting their meals, changing their clothes, kissing boo boos and applying a band-aid, anything that mom can do you can do too! You can load the dishwasher, do laundry, and care for the kiddos too, dad, your job did not stop at ejaculation. Start acting like a parent and get involved with them, daddy!
YIPPIE!!! My personalized Bengals jersey is definite cheese for me! Made my whole day to come home and find it had arrived, as ordered. I cannot wait to wear it! 🙂
Who cares if it is only $2? It is cash and with no strings attached. Okay a small guilt string, a poll about beer (oh darn the luck) and they hope that the cash will be an incentive to respond to the poll. And I will! But yeah for money in the mail!
We broke down and tried this new Mayfield ice cream we kept hearing about, and we in the Diva Den are SOLD! This is good stuff, especially the Banana Split!!! AND we get a free carton as the company is so sure you will love their product that they buy the first one! Sure you have to send in the receipt and UPC but so what? It was that good we want more!
While shopping for vacation clothes, my husband and I passed a display
Of bathing suits. It had been at least ten years and twenty pounds since
I had even considered buying a bathing suit, so I sought my husband’s
‘What do you think?’ I asked. ‘Should I get a bikini or an all-in-one?’
‘Better get a bikini,’ he replied. ‘You’d never get it all in one.’
He’s still in intensive care.
Blogging is a funny thing…we tell our most intimate thoughts for all to read and yet most of the time I find myself sitting and wondering, “who is this person!?” I know them…but yet I don’t know them! I want to know who the person is behind all those words so I thought of a great way for all of us to “meet” each other!
Every Monday our host, Java, will post five get to know you questions that you can copy and paste into your own Monday post and we can all learn a little more about each and every one of us!! Just go to her site (click the icon above or her name) to get the questions and to link up to those that participate in this blog meme.
I think we have established that Chipotle is a favorite so we’ll deal with my snack crack addiction, POPCORN!!!! I could, and often DO eat popcorn daily.
Primarily it is contacts. I generally wear them entirely too long during the day, and then when I do take them out I wear my glasses as I cannot see 2 feet from my face and beyond. Trouble is with age has come the problem if I correct my distance with the contacts or glasses, I need help reading. So during the day I wear contacts and pull on readers as needed. Kinda sucks.
I am a confessed crackberry addict!!! My cell phone is a BlackBerry and I love it, it is like having a micro mini of my laptop with me wherever I go! Mine is a BlackBerry Tour, though the photo is a Curve.
STEAK! Dad buys and we grill them and have him for dinner a few times a month. It was YUMMY!!
Oh wow that is so hard to nail down to just one. My favorite can vary with my mood, PMS, etc. I LOVE dark chocolate, Mounds Bars, Brach’s candy corn (especially mixed with dry roasted peanuts), M&M’s are awesome, and Payday candy bars…like I said, too hard to nail down, but suffice to say I have a sweet tooth and I LOVE candy!