last week i had this family get together to attend. ok, technically 50th bday shin-ding for my aunt cathy, but none the less it falls into the greater category of FAMILY GATHERING. especially since usually i only see my extended family once a year.
now as you all know, my faithful readers, my fat tush has not only NOT lost weight over the past month or so, but my weight & waist, along with other things, have been getting bigger. & while i have some cute jeans at home, i can't wear them without feeling like i'm auditioning for oscar myer for the role of "guest wennie." & to top it all off, last week my levi's waved a white flag & surrendered. they have officially given up the fight & are ready to be retired.
interesting side note: there are toothbrushes that have that blue band in the middle, & when that half fades away you know it's time to replace your toothbrush. now for all of these years i thought that those leather patches on the back of levi's were just for decoration. something to say "hey dude, these are levi's!" believe it or not they actually serve a functional purpose, much like the blue toothbrush bristles, it indicates when it's time to buy a new pair of jeans. last week, the leather patch ripped clean in half, all the way through. no warning, no inkling, nothing. just fine one day & two sad little pieces the next.
i had arranged to work the way-to-early-in-the-morning shift so that i could get off work early & get to my aunt's party at a decent hour. i actually clocked out at 3:30pm, then didn't get out to the car until almost 4pm, & decided i had to zing over to moa to see about some new blue jeans. & this wicked cute hello kitty shirt i saw on the torrid website. i was feeling fat & frumpy & in need of a new pary outfit. by the time i got to the mall i was mucho cranky, tired, hot & so not in the mood to a: shop b: go to a party or c: do anything that didn't involve a nice soothing shower followed by bed-lounging-tv-watching.
once i got to torrid that changed. i took some clothes into the dressing room, three t-shirts & two pairs of jeans. one random pair that was greyish, & a pair of medium blue apple bottoms. now i'll admit, ever since i first heard of these jeans i've been curious about them & very tempted to hunt down a pair. shhhh....i'm huntin' wa-er, i mean jeans. they are designed to fit those of us blessed/cursed with an ample posterior better than any other jeans. now considering most jeans have this obnoxious puker in the back because they just can't accommodate the junk in my trunk, i was really happy when i heard nelly was releasing this clothing line.
typically i'm not big into fashion, trends, what's hot or not, but these jeans are seriously the best pair of jeans i have ever worn in my life! they're wicked comfy, not restricting or ill fitting in anyway, & the best thing, they have enough room for my "b-dunk-a-dunk." most of the time i'm flashing my thong at someone, unknowingly, because my jeans just aren't cut right for my body shape. no more, i say, no more! i have found the jeans to fit my ghetto booty, dare i even say, my apple bottom?
finally, blog worthy jeans.
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Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Thursday, June 22, 2006
for god's sake get me to the church on time
first off, a million brownie points to whomever can name not only that tune but also where it's from.
first off, the health care system is an evil beast & just might be the anti-christ. yes, i know, i work there & i shouldn't bite the hand that feeds me, literally. & i'm not really biting it, just saying it's not a nice master. i've mentioned this before but my fiance has much better health coverage than i do. he just has copays for almost everything & then 100% coverage. he does have a small deductible related to hospital stays & surgeries, but over all a very nice plan. i on the other hand have a $1000 deductible, then it's 85%/15% until i reach my max oop (out of pocket) of $2,000, then my plan starts paying at 100%. & they won't cover lots of stuff.
get this, my insurance would rather pay for: sleep studies, medications, injuries, & chronic illnesses (ie diabetes) that are caused by obesity rather than help people recover from obesity so that they won't have those problems. yeah. i know. totally ricoculous. jack's however will pay for dieticians, nutritionists, & everything up to & including obesity surgery. so we decided that in order for me to really get the help that i need i'll have to go on his insurance. yes, adding me on will be lots of cash, but averaging that with how much we'll be paying to cover my exorbitant deductible & out of pocket we'll actually end up even & i'll have better coverage. even his drug coverage is better!
the sticky issue then becomes, what qualifies as a dependent? some plans do have the whole domestic partner thing which can apply to straight couples also, depending on the policy. but more & more policies are defining domestic partners as "same sex couples." which would leave me out in the cold on this one. jack does need to call up big blue to find out their definition.
in the mean time, i realized last week that i'm really & truly ready to be married to this man. now he still drives me up the wall, sometimes to the shaking point (you know, the point where i just want to shake him hard? which, of course, i never do), but i also love him with all of my heart. & not to be sappy, but he makes me a better person. so while staring at my wall at work last week, which i do way too often to be healthy, i realized that i am ready to be married to him & in a way it already feels like i'm married to him. awwwww..... [insert sappy sigh]
when i texted this info to my fabulous boy he sent back "Now?! Pack yer bags we are going to vegas" & i really did have to talk him out of vegas because he was primed & ready to call in sick to work for two days & drive out to sin city to tie the knot. he was so terribly cute, by the way, all giddy & happy & really wanting to be married like five minutes ago.
& all of this got me to thinking. why not? i love him, i want to be married to him, & he loves me, he wants to be married to me. why wait? i will still have my big wedding next year because i've put money down on stuff & i'm way too freakin' cheap to waste that. i also have my gorgeous passion princess dress ordered & it won't be in until october. it would also solve that whole sticky situation of not living together until we're married.
the one problem i potentially see with this whole situation is the families. i can see people saying "why have a wedding in 2007 if you guys are already married?" a valid question, it is. my gut response is the answer of: because. which is not really an answer at all, at least according to my parents & every teacher i've ever met. getting married this summer would be a technical legality to make some things in our lives possible. things that would, in the long run, be mega beneficial to us both. the wedding planned for 7-7-7 would be my dream wedding, & as most anyone can attest to, dreams take time to come true.
right now we're trying to decide if we are going to get married this summer & if so when. jack is thinking he'd like to go to vegas & have a vegas wedding. & he wants to do it as soon as possible. maybe he's thinking i have millions tucked away somewhere & wants to marry me to get at my wondrous estate. just kidding : ) i know that he really loves me for me. as an aside, since he's not actively reading my blog i have to tease a little so that i'll actually know when he does check it out.
the summer is nearly done & before i know it fall will already be here. if we're going to get married this summer we'll have to jump on it soon. it's tempting to get married on july 7 so that when we get married next year it's on our one year anniversary, but that's a two weeks away & seems incredibly soon to do something like that.
so be honest & brutal gang, am i being super impetuous & should i just back off, take a deep breath & just wait until our planned date of next year? i can be the kind of chica who leaps before she looks. & i really don't want to end up with a shattered ankle because this quarry is too shallow. take that how you will. i'm not doubting marrying my boy at all, i'm just debating on this timing. so far everyone i've mentioned this to is very supportive & think it's a great idea. one of my friends even told me that she already thinks of me as married. that was a compliment, right?! & lately i haven't exactly been thinking straight, more like in pyschedelic spirals. would it be totally & completely bizarre? or am i worrying too much about "the others" & not enough about what jack & i really want for our lives? could we really make it work getting married now? or would it be financially devastating? are we really ready to be legally bound to each other? & what about the taxes? will the government screw us blue on our taxes? will lassie get to the well on time? so many questions.
first off, the health care system is an evil beast & just might be the anti-christ. yes, i know, i work there & i shouldn't bite the hand that feeds me, literally. & i'm not really biting it, just saying it's not a nice master. i've mentioned this before but my fiance has much better health coverage than i do. he just has copays for almost everything & then 100% coverage. he does have a small deductible related to hospital stays & surgeries, but over all a very nice plan. i on the other hand have a $1000 deductible, then it's 85%/15% until i reach my max oop (out of pocket) of $2,000, then my plan starts paying at 100%. & they won't cover lots of stuff.
get this, my insurance would rather pay for: sleep studies, medications, injuries, & chronic illnesses (ie diabetes) that are caused by obesity rather than help people recover from obesity so that they won't have those problems. yeah. i know. totally ricoculous. jack's however will pay for dieticians, nutritionists, & everything up to & including obesity surgery. so we decided that in order for me to really get the help that i need i'll have to go on his insurance. yes, adding me on will be lots of cash, but averaging that with how much we'll be paying to cover my exorbitant deductible & out of pocket we'll actually end up even & i'll have better coverage. even his drug coverage is better!
the sticky issue then becomes, what qualifies as a dependent? some plans do have the whole domestic partner thing which can apply to straight couples also, depending on the policy. but more & more policies are defining domestic partners as "same sex couples." which would leave me out in the cold on this one. jack does need to call up big blue to find out their definition.
in the mean time, i realized last week that i'm really & truly ready to be married to this man. now he still drives me up the wall, sometimes to the shaking point (you know, the point where i just want to shake him hard? which, of course, i never do), but i also love him with all of my heart. & not to be sappy, but he makes me a better person. so while staring at my wall at work last week, which i do way too often to be healthy, i realized that i am ready to be married to him & in a way it already feels like i'm married to him. awwwww..... [insert sappy sigh]
when i texted this info to my fabulous boy he sent back "Now?! Pack yer bags we are going to vegas" & i really did have to talk him out of vegas because he was primed & ready to call in sick to work for two days & drive out to sin city to tie the knot. he was so terribly cute, by the way, all giddy & happy & really wanting to be married like five minutes ago.
& all of this got me to thinking. why not? i love him, i want to be married to him, & he loves me, he wants to be married to me. why wait? i will still have my big wedding next year because i've put money down on stuff & i'm way too freakin' cheap to waste that. i also have my gorgeous passion princess dress ordered & it won't be in until october. it would also solve that whole sticky situation of not living together until we're married.
the one problem i potentially see with this whole situation is the families. i can see people saying "why have a wedding in 2007 if you guys are already married?" a valid question, it is. my gut response is the answer of: because. which is not really an answer at all, at least according to my parents & every teacher i've ever met. getting married this summer would be a technical legality to make some things in our lives possible. things that would, in the long run, be mega beneficial to us both. the wedding planned for 7-7-7 would be my dream wedding, & as most anyone can attest to, dreams take time to come true.
right now we're trying to decide if we are going to get married this summer & if so when. jack is thinking he'd like to go to vegas & have a vegas wedding. & he wants to do it as soon as possible. maybe he's thinking i have millions tucked away somewhere & wants to marry me to get at my wondrous estate. just kidding : ) i know that he really loves me for me. as an aside, since he's not actively reading my blog i have to tease a little so that i'll actually know when he does check it out.
the summer is nearly done & before i know it fall will already be here. if we're going to get married this summer we'll have to jump on it soon. it's tempting to get married on july 7 so that when we get married next year it's on our one year anniversary, but that's a two weeks away & seems incredibly soon to do something like that.
so be honest & brutal gang, am i being super impetuous & should i just back off, take a deep breath & just wait until our planned date of next year? i can be the kind of chica who leaps before she looks. & i really don't want to end up with a shattered ankle because this quarry is too shallow. take that how you will. i'm not doubting marrying my boy at all, i'm just debating on this timing. so far everyone i've mentioned this to is very supportive & think it's a great idea. one of my friends even told me that she already thinks of me as married. that was a compliment, right?! & lately i haven't exactly been thinking straight, more like in pyschedelic spirals. would it be totally & completely bizarre? or am i worrying too much about "the others" & not enough about what jack & i really want for our lives? could we really make it work getting married now? or would it be financially devastating? are we really ready to be legally bound to each other? & what about the taxes? will the government screw us blue on our taxes? will lassie get to the well on time? so many questions.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
beckah's new baby
now before i get a million & a half emails/phone calls/comments/text messages: NO, i am not pregnant. i'm talking about my new birthday present.
back story would be nice right about now, huh? so long story short i played guitar for a while back in high school, think junior-senior year-ish. i wasn't very good, i could peck out a tune or so with my book in front of me. i never really gave it the time or attention that i should have. previous to that i played both piano (which i had taught myself the basics of) & violin. i'd been told by my violin teacher, mr. reeve, that i was a natural musician & it was a shame that i wasted my talent. yeah, i wasn't so into the violin back then. anyway, fast forward > > > > >
so i'm thinking on all of the things that i want to do with my life before my myspace page becomes linked with mydeathspace. one of the things that i really regretting giving up was music. i love music, i love singing, as anyone who's been in my truck, car, or shower can testify to, eventhough i'm not particularly good at it. but i'm a terribly creative person, i just love art. writing being my main passion, i also enjoy painting, drawing, collage, photography, & etc.
at the top of my "things to do before becoming infamous & dead" is re-learning a musical instrument, right next to dream in french again. i am being serious on both of those, do you want to see my yellow legal pad? i am the proud owner of an electric guitar that i bought off my good friend joey back in high school, that's also the last time the guitar had any work done on it. & i'm the keeper of my father's acoustic, which is in need of much tlc & a little shellac.
as i sat & thought about what i wanted for my birthday it hit me, or was that the tequila? a guitar would be a great gift. i bounced the idea off my beloved who agreed. my original thought was to get one of those "packages" with everything the beginner needs in one nicely packaged box! i ran the idea past my parents & they were cool with it too.
per jenn i decided on an acoustic, she said it's probably best for a beginner, & i still do have a serviceable electric that miss jenn is working on despite the fuzzy black horse decal. she & i even took a field trip on saturday to pick out a "kit." since that was what i basically had in mind, that's all we looked at. although she fondled a $6,000 acoustic guitar & i ogled a pink electric. i held the fender, strummed it a little, & thought, "yeah, this could do." then on sunday jack wanted to go to guitar center too since he missed on the outing due to work.
somewhere between jenn & i's saturday trip & jack & i's sunday trip my sweetie put the notion of a black acoustic in my fevered little brain, which made me drool, just a bit. he & i scoured the black acoustics & i didn't like the look of any of them, until we were about to leave, when i saw my baby hanging out near the doors with an outrageous price tag hanging down. ok, not really outrageous for guitars, but compared to our original range, wicked out there. & i picked him up & fell in love & cried a little when i had to go home.
now my parents didn't get me anything for my 27th or 28th birthdays, so they were going to get me a new bike to go along with my drive to be fit. i do have an older bike, that needs some work, but i kind of wanted a new one. i've been looking since february but haven't found one that suited me. so i proposed a deal. i'd skip the bike, have three birthdays going to my guitar, plus my sister went in with my 'rents & my betroved.
& yesterday i went to pick my baby up in roseville. i also got a nice gig bag to keep him safely swaddled & a pink glitter guitar strap (seriously, what else? ok, i almost got the fuzzy pink & black leopard print, but jack put the kabosh on that one) & of course my new baby. my electric is an ibanez too, a kind of cream color. isn't he gorgeous? & last night when i was playing around with him i realized that he has his very own built in tuner, wicked awesome. i bought myself a chord book to use until i can find my old one, & i'm really psyched to start learning again.
back story would be nice right about now, huh? so long story short i played guitar for a while back in high school, think junior-senior year-ish. i wasn't very good, i could peck out a tune or so with my book in front of me. i never really gave it the time or attention that i should have. previous to that i played both piano (which i had taught myself the basics of) & violin. i'd been told by my violin teacher, mr. reeve, that i was a natural musician & it was a shame that i wasted my talent. yeah, i wasn't so into the violin back then. anyway, fast forward > > > > >
so i'm thinking on all of the things that i want to do with my life before my myspace page becomes linked with mydeathspace. one of the things that i really regretting giving up was music. i love music, i love singing, as anyone who's been in my truck, car, or shower can testify to, eventhough i'm not particularly good at it. but i'm a terribly creative person, i just love art. writing being my main passion, i also enjoy painting, drawing, collage, photography, & etc.
at the top of my "things to do before becoming infamous & dead" is re-learning a musical instrument, right next to dream in french again. i am being serious on both of those, do you want to see my yellow legal pad? i am the proud owner of an electric guitar that i bought off my good friend joey back in high school, that's also the last time the guitar had any work done on it. & i'm the keeper of my father's acoustic, which is in need of much tlc & a little shellac.
as i sat & thought about what i wanted for my birthday it hit me, or was that the tequila? a guitar would be a great gift. i bounced the idea off my beloved who agreed. my original thought was to get one of those "packages" with everything the beginner needs in one nicely packaged box! i ran the idea past my parents & they were cool with it too.
per jenn i decided on an acoustic, she said it's probably best for a beginner, & i still do have a serviceable electric that miss jenn is working on despite the fuzzy black horse decal. she & i even took a field trip on saturday to pick out a "kit." since that was what i basically had in mind, that's all we looked at. although she fondled a $6,000 acoustic guitar & i ogled a pink electric. i held the fender, strummed it a little, & thought, "yeah, this could do." then on sunday jack wanted to go to guitar center too since he missed on the outing due to work.
somewhere between jenn & i's saturday trip & jack & i's sunday trip my sweetie put the notion of a black acoustic in my fevered little brain, which made me drool, just a bit. he & i scoured the black acoustics & i didn't like the look of any of them, until we were about to leave, when i saw my baby hanging out near the doors with an outrageous price tag hanging down. ok, not really outrageous for guitars, but compared to our original range, wicked out there. & i picked him up & fell in love & cried a little when i had to go home.
now my parents didn't get me anything for my 27th or 28th birthdays, so they were going to get me a new bike to go along with my drive to be fit. i do have an older bike, that needs some work, but i kind of wanted a new one. i've been looking since february but haven't found one that suited me. so i proposed a deal. i'd skip the bike, have three birthdays going to my guitar, plus my sister went in with my 'rents & my betroved.
& yesterday i went to pick my baby up in roseville. i also got a nice gig bag to keep him safely swaddled & a pink glitter guitar strap (seriously, what else? ok, i almost got the fuzzy pink & black leopard print, but jack put the kabosh on that one) & of course my new baby. my electric is an ibanez too, a kind of cream color. isn't he gorgeous? & last night when i was playing around with him i realized that he has his very own built in tuner, wicked awesome. i bought myself a chord book to use until i can find my old one, & i'm really psyched to start learning again.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
'cause i said so
today's my birthday & i almost, almost, stepped on my scale this morning, & then i decided that really wasn't the right way to start off a new year of my life, obsessing about my weight. now granted, i can't continue to out & out ignore it as i have in the past. & that isn't my intention at all. but i really am trying to get my attitude straightened out & getting all depressed on my birthday because my weight is still in the 260's is not the way to do that. especially considering i'm still feeling uber shitty about the whole accident thing & the fact that it is very certain that my insurance rates are going to go up. BLECH.
& the results on my 2 week goals.
N drink 96oz water/day
N make my bed every day
N workout 10 of the next 14 days for at least 60min/day
N write at least 28 poems
N eat out only twice
N say one nice thing about myself each day
N write for an average of 1 hour/day
Y attempt my firm workouts at least once
N take my puppy for 5, or more, walks
N get my hair cut
Y get my 'lock lexxy up 1 level
N no eating after 9pm
N take the stairs at work once (up & down)
Y write ten blogs
not sure great stats, huh? i'm happy that i did get three of the fourteen accomplished. & the answers to all of these are not so cut & dried, it's not like i completely failed. i was doing fabulous on the water until this past weekend when i got sick, i haven't gotten back on track since then. for all of the rest of them i accomplished them somewhat, it's not like i made this list & then completely forgot about it. ok, admittedly, the hair cut is either a yes or no & i just didn't have the time to get into my stylist. & i really didn't want to part with that money right now.
i do recognize that giving myself a long to-do list just doesn't work for me. i need things in smaller bites. i need to make more things a habit before jumping into a bunch of goals. because if i attempt to do too many things at once i'm not going to really accomplish any of them. i am very much a creature of habit, just ask jack. sometimes it drives him absolutely batty, but i do find comfort in my routines & habits.
it's widely accepted that it takes two to three weeks for a behavior to actually become a habit. & if you think about it, that's a whole lot of work, making sure to do something every single day of the week, especially for someone so ADD as myself. & my focus isn't always the best, ask just about anyone who's known me for more than a day. two weeks. that takes us to june 29th, basically the end of the month. starting today i will drink 64-96oz of water every day. i will also work out for a minimum of 3-5days for 30+minutes per day. now i know that i'm capable of more. i know i can drink 96oz of water per day. & i can do an hour & a half, or more, work out on a given day. the trick is to do both of these so often that they're second nature to me.
my 29th year. i gotta make it rock, folks. & i vow that this time next year, when i hit the big 3-0 i will not, under any circumstances, weigh over 200 lbs. ok, if i'm eight months pregnant with triplets or something, then it might be acceptable. but otherwise, nope, nada, it just ain't gonna happen. as god is my witness, as god is my witness, i'll never be fat again.
& the results on my 2 week goals.
N drink 96oz water/day
N make my bed every day
N workout 10 of the next 14 days for at least 60min/day
N write at least 28 poems
N eat out only twice
N say one nice thing about myself each day
N write for an average of 1 hour/day
Y attempt my firm workouts at least once
N take my puppy for 5, or more, walks
N get my hair cut
Y get my 'lock lexxy up 1 level
N no eating after 9pm
N take the stairs at work once (up & down)
Y write ten blogs
not sure great stats, huh? i'm happy that i did get three of the fourteen accomplished. & the answers to all of these are not so cut & dried, it's not like i completely failed. i was doing fabulous on the water until this past weekend when i got sick, i haven't gotten back on track since then. for all of the rest of them i accomplished them somewhat, it's not like i made this list & then completely forgot about it. ok, admittedly, the hair cut is either a yes or no & i just didn't have the time to get into my stylist. & i really didn't want to part with that money right now.
i do recognize that giving myself a long to-do list just doesn't work for me. i need things in smaller bites. i need to make more things a habit before jumping into a bunch of goals. because if i attempt to do too many things at once i'm not going to really accomplish any of them. i am very much a creature of habit, just ask jack. sometimes it drives him absolutely batty, but i do find comfort in my routines & habits.
it's widely accepted that it takes two to three weeks for a behavior to actually become a habit. & if you think about it, that's a whole lot of work, making sure to do something every single day of the week, especially for someone so ADD as myself. & my focus isn't always the best, ask just about anyone who's known me for more than a day. two weeks. that takes us to june 29th, basically the end of the month. starting today i will drink 64-96oz of water every day. i will also work out for a minimum of 3-5days for 30+minutes per day. now i know that i'm capable of more. i know i can drink 96oz of water per day. & i can do an hour & a half, or more, work out on a given day. the trick is to do both of these so often that they're second nature to me.
my 29th year. i gotta make it rock, folks. & i vow that this time next year, when i hit the big 3-0 i will not, under any circumstances, weigh over 200 lbs. ok, if i'm eight months pregnant with triplets or something, then it might be acceptable. but otherwise, nope, nada, it just ain't gonna happen. as god is my witness, as god is my witness, i'll never be fat again.
Friday, June 02, 2006
new wardrobe, party of fat please? (take two)
**note, i had this post written & was trying to post it when blogger freaked out, errored, & erased it & i couldn't recover it& now i have to rewrite it. SO not a happy camper right now**
summer is here & it's the time of year when the sun comes out, humidity rises, sweaty skin sticks to itself, & jeans are too hot to wear for casual gear. shorts, capris, tank tops, & whatever exposes the most skin to whatever breezes happen to wander. closets are gone through to pick out the cutest of last year's clothes as the new summer approaches. this is one of those stories {law & order da-dunk-dunk}
tonight i'm going out with jack & the whole gang to celebrate josh's birthday, happy 28th dude! we're planning on heading into down town to a bar that has a $5 cover & then we get to drink free for an hour. yesterday i had been telling jenn about this wicked cute outfit that i have, a black & white plaid mini skirt, black bustier, & fish nets. so last night i went rummaging through my dresser to find it & yippee! i found it, then i tried it on & it doesn't fit, not so yippee. the last time i wore the skirt was in august when i was in vegas on the fated night that i went to club vivid. what happens in vegas most definitely stays in vegas, so that's all you'll get of that story. suffice to say i was smokin' sexy hot looking & it was a night to remember. so fast forward about eight months & bingo-bango the skirt won't even come up over my ghetto booty, despite all those ass checks & "oh yeah, your butt is getting smaller" comments! blech. talk about feeling crummy about yourself. & that does beg the question, if my ass is getting smaller than a month or so ago, then how shamu have i gotten since last summer?
there are two main ways that i could react to this wardrobe malfunction. plan a: pass the goddamn chocolate, please?! & while your at it grab me a pizza too. or plan b: pilates, crunches, & cardio OH-MY! the first plan has definite appeal. some yummy chocolate, maybe with a carmel center, to soothe my spirit while i crawl in a hole & lick my wounds. then again, that's kind of behavior that got me to this place. the other plan seems less appealing at first. intellectually i know that by exercising every day & monitoring what i eat not only will i lose weight, which is my paramount goal right now, but i will also feel loads better, with more energy & able to do more activities, which is also really important to me. even while actually knowing all the benefits, sweating & all that hard work seems like a real buzz kill.
& yet, i do want to be around to harass my family & friends for a long time to come, so i'll take plan b, dammit. i will give myself kudos for the fact that yesterday i did get in all of my 96oz of water. i also did over an hour of exercise yesterday. & this morning, despite my disappointment & feeling horrible about my skirt fiasco last night, i got up before 5 am today to work out. i also had to be to work before 8am, so i'm pretty proud of that one. not super fantabulous, but it's a good move in the right direction.
on top of the whole skirt fiasco, last week i discovered that all of the wicked cute capris that i bought last year are much too tight for me to comfortably wear right now. so this gives me an opportunity to set a new goal. that is for me to, by the end of the summer, be able to fit into my mini skirt & capris. with that said, from here on forward end of summer will mean the last day of the minnesota state fair which is labor day & fit will mean being able to wear said clothing without feeling like i'm impersonating a polish sausage.
some motivation would be nice right now. on the one hand i can visualize myself working out & being the picture of miss health in what i eat everyday. & the devil on my other shoulder is saying that being bad is so good. & wouldn't i really like some cheesecake right now? i think i need a montage. a weight loss montage. eye of the tiger, anyone?
summer is here & it's the time of year when the sun comes out, humidity rises, sweaty skin sticks to itself, & jeans are too hot to wear for casual gear. shorts, capris, tank tops, & whatever exposes the most skin to whatever breezes happen to wander. closets are gone through to pick out the cutest of last year's clothes as the new summer approaches. this is one of those stories {law & order da-dunk-dunk}
tonight i'm going out with jack & the whole gang to celebrate josh's birthday, happy 28th dude! we're planning on heading into down town to a bar that has a $5 cover & then we get to drink free for an hour. yesterday i had been telling jenn about this wicked cute outfit that i have, a black & white plaid mini skirt, black bustier, & fish nets. so last night i went rummaging through my dresser to find it & yippee! i found it, then i tried it on & it doesn't fit, not so yippee. the last time i wore the skirt was in august when i was in vegas on the fated night that i went to club vivid. what happens in vegas most definitely stays in vegas, so that's all you'll get of that story. suffice to say i was smokin' sexy hot looking & it was a night to remember. so fast forward about eight months & bingo-bango the skirt won't even come up over my ghetto booty, despite all those ass checks & "oh yeah, your butt is getting smaller" comments! blech. talk about feeling crummy about yourself. & that does beg the question, if my ass is getting smaller than a month or so ago, then how shamu have i gotten since last summer?
there are two main ways that i could react to this wardrobe malfunction. plan a: pass the goddamn chocolate, please?! & while your at it grab me a pizza too. or plan b: pilates, crunches, & cardio OH-MY! the first plan has definite appeal. some yummy chocolate, maybe with a carmel center, to soothe my spirit while i crawl in a hole & lick my wounds. then again, that's kind of behavior that got me to this place. the other plan seems less appealing at first. intellectually i know that by exercising every day & monitoring what i eat not only will i lose weight, which is my paramount goal right now, but i will also feel loads better, with more energy & able to do more activities, which is also really important to me. even while actually knowing all the benefits, sweating & all that hard work seems like a real buzz kill.
& yet, i do want to be around to harass my family & friends for a long time to come, so i'll take plan b, dammit. i will give myself kudos for the fact that yesterday i did get in all of my 96oz of water. i also did over an hour of exercise yesterday. & this morning, despite my disappointment & feeling horrible about my skirt fiasco last night, i got up before 5 am today to work out. i also had to be to work before 8am, so i'm pretty proud of that one. not super fantabulous, but it's a good move in the right direction.
on top of the whole skirt fiasco, last week i discovered that all of the wicked cute capris that i bought last year are much too tight for me to comfortably wear right now. so this gives me an opportunity to set a new goal. that is for me to, by the end of the summer, be able to fit into my mini skirt & capris. with that said, from here on forward end of summer will mean the last day of the minnesota state fair which is labor day & fit will mean being able to wear said clothing without feeling like i'm impersonating a polish sausage.
some motivation would be nice right now. on the one hand i can visualize myself working out & being the picture of miss health in what i eat everyday. & the devil on my other shoulder is saying that being bad is so good. & wouldn't i really like some cheesecake right now? i think i need a montage. a weight loss montage. eye of the tiger, anyone?
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
another month bites the dust
end of may, last day, to be exact. & i'm fifteen calendar days into this blog. just a bit over two weeks, so i can't really expect any sort of dramatic transformations, except that i do. i will say that i'm proud of myself for actually keeping up with this thus far, & even posting new blogs a few times a week, so yea, kudos to me! & through my random typed babbling i may have learned a thing or two about myself. so a good start, not so bad, not so bad.
my birthday is just a couple of weeks away. right now i'm still in the mid-260's & i'm really really hoping to be back into the 250's by the time my birthday rolls around. on the one hand, seriously, how will a few pounds make a difference? but then again, that would actually make me feel lots & lots better. back near the start of the year i was hoping to be down into the 220's by then. that won't happen without loss of limb, & i'm very attached to all my limbs, so i think i'll be keeping them.
two weeks until my birthday. two weeks from tomorrow that is, so fourteen days between now & then. so resolution time kids. yeah, i do realize it's june, not january. but i'm about to turn from 28 to 29, just a hair away from the big 3-0. so let's do some resoluting for my last couple weeks of my 28th year. fourteen goals? one for everyday? or maybe five 'cause it's a nice prime number? i think we'll go with five. i can always drum up an additional unofficial nine to keep them company. but for public record, here's the five things i want to accomplish in the next two weeks.
the official list:
~drink at least 96oz of water/day
~make my bed everyday
~exercise 10 out of the next 14 days for at least 60min/day
~write 28 poems
~only eat out 2x in the next 14 days
the unofficial list:
~say one nice thing about myself each day
~write for an average of one hour each day
~attempt my firm workouts at least once
~take my puppy for 5, or more, walks
~get my hair cut
~get my 'lock lexxy up 1 level
~no eating after 9pm
~take the stairs at work once (up&down)
~write 10 blogs on here (excluding this one)
so we'll see what happens. i would like to give a big thanks to jenn for helping me come up with this list. & if i die on the stairs at work, she made me do it! : )
my birthday is just a couple of weeks away. right now i'm still in the mid-260's & i'm really really hoping to be back into the 250's by the time my birthday rolls around. on the one hand, seriously, how will a few pounds make a difference? but then again, that would actually make me feel lots & lots better. back near the start of the year i was hoping to be down into the 220's by then. that won't happen without loss of limb, & i'm very attached to all my limbs, so i think i'll be keeping them.
two weeks until my birthday. two weeks from tomorrow that is, so fourteen days between now & then. so resolution time kids. yeah, i do realize it's june, not january. but i'm about to turn from 28 to 29, just a hair away from the big 3-0. so let's do some resoluting for my last couple weeks of my 28th year. fourteen goals? one for everyday? or maybe five 'cause it's a nice prime number? i think we'll go with five. i can always drum up an additional unofficial nine to keep them company. but for public record, here's the five things i want to accomplish in the next two weeks.
the official list:
~drink at least 96oz of water/day
~make my bed everyday
~exercise 10 out of the next 14 days for at least 60min/day
~write 28 poems
~only eat out 2x in the next 14 days
the unofficial list:
~say one nice thing about myself each day
~write for an average of one hour each day
~attempt my firm workouts at least once
~take my puppy for 5, or more, walks
~get my hair cut
~get my 'lock lexxy up 1 level
~no eating after 9pm
~take the stairs at work once (up&down)
~write 10 blogs on here (excluding this one)
so we'll see what happens. i would like to give a big thanks to jenn for helping me come up with this list. & if i die on the stairs at work, she made me do it! : )
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