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Monthly Archives: April 2011

Royal Wedding, Kate & Wills
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Did anyone get up super early to watch the Royal Wedding?  My husband turned on the tv at 6 this morning and we saw them coming out of the church. So we didn’t get to see the actual wedding but we saw the carriage ride and the Official Kiss, which was about as emotional as me kissing my husband goodbye in the mornings. I was really kind of hoping he would take her in his arms and really plant one on her like this:

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 How awesome would that have been?!  Anyway, I like William and Kate and I sincerely hope their marriage will be a happy one that will last.

So, onto the weigh in…this morning the scale read 186. Yay!!! Why a “yay” you ask? Wasn’t I complaining about weighing 184 a couple of weeks ago? Yes, yes I was, but I’m supremely happy with 186 today because on Monday (the day after Easter) I weighed in at 190 pounds. As soon as I saw that number, I was freaking out in a state of turmoil and panic a tad bit concerned, so I guzzled some water and decided to just get over myself and count some calories. I wanted to track my calories online and since there are lots of different sites for this, I signed up for several and spent some time logging my info to see which one I liked the most. My account was still active at iChange, so I already knew what that was like. If you want everyone to know what you are eating and you want feedback, then iChange is great for this. But for right now, I want to keep things private, so I also checked out Sparkpeople, Livestrong, and Calorie Count.  Sparkpeople is just too overwhelming for me – there’s too much happening on the homepage for me, so I nixed that one. Livestrong is okay, very much like iChange in format so I was pretty comfortable using it, but I didn’t like the layout of the food log – I found it to be a little too busy as well. I had used Calorie Count in the past, so I went back to it, and was happy to see they had updated a little bit and tweaked some things here and there. The layout is easy to read and concise, the food is fast and easy to enter, plus what really sold it for me is that they give each food a grade (Strawberries get an A, Hershey’s Chocolate Drops get a D, etc) plus you get an overall grade for the choices you’ve made altogether. Also, there is lots of information on what vitamins and minerals you are lacking, and how you can get those into your diet better. I feel like this site not only wants to help you lose weight, but it wants to help you learn how to make better choices as well. I’m happy to say that yesterday I earned a B grade for my choices, which I was totally happy with. So I’m going to try this for awhile and see if I can get things moving in the right direction.

Debby mentioned in her post yesterday about the President’s Fitness Challenge. You can sign up here and log in your workouts and win virtual medals and trophies and awards and such. It’s an 8 week program, where you try to get in 30 minutes of activity for 5 days a week. Actually to win an award, you only have to get 6 weeks in, but you have 8 weeks to do, so if you have an off week and don’t get all your exercise in, you still have 2 weeks to fudge with.  It’s easy and fun, and just another way to get motivated to work out for a little bit each day. Join us, won’t you?  :)

Okay, well I’ve got lots to do today, so I should probably get to it. Have a great weekend!! :)

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I’ve got activities coming up in the next couple of weeks that  tend to put my stress level on high alert, so I hope that by getting them out into the open here, I won’t be so prone to eating it all away.

My 14 year old son  is leaving for a band trip on Thursday. They leave on a bus at midnight Thursday and will return at 3am on Sunday morning. I don’t like it when my chicks are out of the nest. Makes me nervous and I worry the whole time. Thankfully he’ll have his phone with him, so I can text him 395720o957 times a day, just to make sure he’s okay. This is the first time he’s been on any kind of trip like this, and I know he’ll have a blast, but I won’t relax until he’s back home safe and sound.

The first week of May (holy monkey that’s next week!) is going to be super busy and I’m already dreading it, even though it will be filled with fun stuff. Here’s what’s going on:

Monday – son has ortho appointment (rescheduled because I totally blanked on the one that was supposed to be last Tuesday. Mother of the Year award is mine for sure.)

Tuesday – whole family has dental appointments. It’s easier to do all 5 of us at once than to have make multiple trips to dentist office.

Wednesday – daughter has girl scouts – she has that every week, so that’s really not a big deal

Thursday – Youngest daughter’s birthday, also Son has a band concert that night. Not sure how we’re going to deal with that.

Friday/Saturday- Couples’ fishing tournament. I really wanted to do this one, but I imagine that we will have to do Youngest’s birthday on Saturday. I think in order to save my sanity, I’m going to have to skip this tourney, although the hubs can still fish without me. Yes, for some reason they will allow only one half of the couple to fish.

Sunday – Mother’s Day. Hubs will be gone for a different fishing tournament, so will probably spend the day with my mom.

I don’t do well with having lots of activities crammed altogether within a few days like that. I like my chaos spread out a bit. Plus, I always want the kids’ birthdays to feel special so I tend to put extra pressure on myself to make it a good day for them.

(And no, in case you are wondering, I’m not upset that the hubs will be fishing on Mother’s Day. In the past it would have really bothered me, but since I’ve stopped relying on him for ALL my happiness, things like this don’t upset me. Let me clarify that because I made it sound like he’s unreliable – in the past, I wanted him to make days like this SuperExtraSpecial!!! I had such high expectations, but of course I didn’t tell him that, I just wanted him to read my mind.  So you can see where there would be some disappointment and hurt feelings. A couple of years ago on my birthday, I decided to just spend the day doing whatever I wanted by myself and it was one of the best days I’ve ever had. Realizing I could make my own SuperExtraSpecial days, meant letting him off the hook (mostly). Him being gone on Mother’s Day isn’t a big deal to me because 1) I know he’ll make it up to me,  and 2) I’ll get to spend it with my mom and my kids. So it’s all good.)

Okay, getting all that out there where I can see it does help. But now I’ve got to jam in order to figure out a birthday party for the almost 6 year old! For some reason I thought I had a couple of weeks, but I guess not.

Definitely a shoo-in for Mother of the Year. Definitely.


So I’ve been emailing my new food therapist Dr. Debby, and in the midst of our discourse I mentioned that I no longer seem to be limiting myself anymore where food is concerned. A couple of years ago I wouldn’t touch mac and cheese with a ten foot fork, but lately I’m all about the cheesy/fatty goodness. I told Debby, “it’s like my food filter is broken”.

AHA!  Ding ding ding! We have a winner! Because that’s exactly what it feels like. The filter I used to use to limit the amount and kind of food I ate has been turned off for quite some time. But why? Why did my food filter break and how do I unbreak it?

I think the answer to the first question is twofold (I love saying “twofold”):   1) I just stopped caring and 2) I got out of the habit. I was under a lot of stress last year and food was my security blanket. I didn’t care that there were 1200 calories in the 3 bowls of ice cream I ate, I only knew that it tasted good. The less I cared about what I was eating, the further away my habit of limiting my foods got.

So how do I un-break my food filter? Well, I think in the reverse way that I broke it. I’m starting to care again (seeing your highest weight ever will do that) and I just have to practice limiting my foods until it becomes a habit again.  Sounds easy enough right?

Well, it ain’t.

But I think it’s doable. I’ve got my duct tape and my elmer’s glue and some string and I’m going to try and fix my filter the best I can.

Where’s that cute but annoying Ty Pennington when you need him?

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There’s not a lot that I can do really well. Oh sure, I can type pretty fast and I can sing to my steering wheel like there’s no tomorrow, but really I don’t excel at much.

Except for the Crash and Burn.

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I can crash and burn like nobody’s business. I crash in the most spectacular fashion. It’s beautiful, really.

All I need is a stressful day, an unexpected bill, or maybe just an exasperated look from the spouse and I am on FIRE.  The sparks that fly off my fingers as I rip into bags of chips are blinding. My descent into binge hell is like the most perfect swan dive off an Olympic platform. Graham crackers, lunch meat, cereals of the sugar variety…nothing is off limits when I dance my way around the kitchen, leaving a blurry trail of light and crumbs in my wake.

It’s what I do best. I’m thinking of turning it into a performance art. Of course refreshments would be provided at intermission.

Yes, I have become the master of glorious explosions and scorched earth. Wrappers will go unidentified, cartons will be less full, and no one will be the wiser.

It’s nice to be a master of something.

Now if only I could learn to use my powers for good…


I was all set to do some silly post about cranberries, but then I remembered what today is. It’s the 16th anniversary of the Oklahoma City Bombing. I don’t know if I’ve ever told this story before on this blog (I searched my own blog, but couldn’t find it) so I’ll tell the story now. It’s funny how I can’t remember what I had for dinner last week, but I can damn sure remember every detail of that day.

I was a 24 year old student teacher at Putnam City High School in April of 1995. I would be graduating in May and was soclose to finishing my college days. First period had just ended and I was standing in the hallway talking with two other teachers when we heard a loud boom. At first I didn’t know what it was, until the older male teacher said “That was an explosion.” We all were concerned for a second, and then someone said, “Oh the chemistry  lab must have exploded…hahahaha”. We all laughed it off, thinking a nearby transformer had exploded or something benign like that. We really thought it happened on the school campus because it sounded so close. A couple of minutes later when I was trying to get my class settled, an announcement came over the speaker that there had been an explosion at the Murrah Federal Building. We were all appropriately concerned, but didnt have any details. We went on with class and by the time third period rolled around, details were becoming available. Kids were talking about it and always being the naive one, I said “I hope nobody was hurt” and one of the students (he was a tall blond kid who wanted to be a chef – I’ll never forget that) looked me dead in the eye and said, “You haven’t seen the pictures, have you?” He had a small pocket-size TV with him (yes it was against the rules, but we let it slide) and we all gathered around the little screen to watch the breaking coverage.

Oh. My. God.  (that was not an expletive. It was a prayer)

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A huge crater was taken out of the building. Wires were hanging loose. Concrete and ash and debris was everywhere. I told myself to hold it together – don’t break down in front of the kids.  Then the reporter mentioned that a daycare filled with children was in that building. Yeah, I lost it.

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I ran to the bathroom and bawled. I couldn’t imagine anything like that happening in America, let alone the very city I was living in. I was scared.

I dried my tears and cleaned myself up as best I could, then went back to the classroom. As I entered the room, the kids looked at me and about six girls came over to  hug me, which made me cry again, and we spent the rest of the hour sitting  around, stunned. The rest of the school day was kind of a blur, and I don’t remember how, but I met up with another teacher after school and we decided to donate blood because we felt like we needed to DO SOMETHING. We headed to the Red Cross donation center and waited for 5 hours watching the news, only to be told that they really didn’t need any more blood. So we went headed home.

On the way home, the city was dark and empty. I was driving along the highway when it hit me: I knew the exact moment that all those men, women, and children lost their lives. I heard with my own ears the explosion that killed those people. In an instant, their lives were over, and I felt like I witnessed it. It was almost more than my young naive self could bear. There have only been a couple of times in my life when I have cried that hard (thankfully). I hope I never have to again.

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I didn’t know anyone who died in that bombing. I didn’t lose any close friends or loved ones, but those who died were still my people.  I’ve never been to the Memorial site because I just can’t go. I’ve heard it’s beautiful there, and maybe someday I will go, but for now, I just can’t do it.  I’m not a big fan of the ugly cry, and I can guarantee you that there will be some ugly crying going on the day I decide to go.

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I remember being so surprised about the aid and support that poured in from not only the rest of the country, but from all over the world in the days that followed. The feeling of love and kindness that people showed each other after this happened was so uplifting and it made me proud to be an Okie. I’m still proud.

So that’s my story of the OKC bombing. I wasn’t directly involved, yet it still lives with me, and every year on this day I will remember those who were lost, and those who were saved, and those who will never forget.

Edited to add: Lisa at imanokie.com has a really wonderful post about this day as well, and she does a MUCH better job of explaining the events of that day. Really, please go visit her site for me and like she said, say a prayer if you don’t mind. 


I woke up today to my highest non-pregnancy weight ever. My fat jeans are snug. I broke the handle on my work chair because it’s the side I lean on all the time – broke the bolt right in two. I ran out of sugar so my coffee this morning was extra crappy. I’m one big raging hormone right now.

Yeah.

And you know what else is fun? Trying on last year’s spring/summer clothes over the weekend and realizing nothing fits!! That’s not depressing at all. And speaking of craptacular weekends, did I mention that I singlehandedly ate every single thing in my kitchen in search of the perfect replacement for peanut M&Ms? Learn from me, my people, when I say there is NO replacement for peanut M&Ms when the preLadyTime hormone will only be satisfied with The Peanut M&M sacrifice. Don’t try to fool her, she will take her vengeance and leave you wimpering in the corner. It wasn’t pretty.

After I hauled my beaten self out of the corner, I was looking over all the diet books I have at home and I realized that I have lots of books on how to stay on an eating plan, but guess what I don’t have? An actual eating plan. I feel like I am floundering and just sort of wandering around the dieting desert with no direction. Ever feel like that? So I am now in search of an eating plan that will satisfy both my taste buds as well as my aging body. Of course, there’s always the obvious choice of Weight Watchers, but aside from that, what else is there? South Beach is so passé, as are low carb plans. I could always go back to my doctor and request the diet pill plan that I was so successful with in the past, but I don’t know, that just sort of seems like putting a bandaid over a deep wound – not helpful in the long run. I honestly have no idea what to do. I need the structure of a plan, but I don’t want to feel restricted. Am I asking for my cake and wanting to eat it too? Absolutely. There has to be a plan out there that I can live with, and that my family can live with as well. Right?

And you know what else? I’m hungry. I just ate a salad and an orange for lunch and I’m still hungry. I have my afternoon sandwich, but if I eat that now, I’ll be hungry again later and I have to go to the grocery store after work, and well, we all know that going to the store hungry is a recipe for disaster.

Hey, you know what I should do? Whine and complain a little bit, because that always makes everything better, right?

I’m going to take my crabby self and just pound out some work orders because nothing cheers me up like working. Oh, and I just noticed I have mustard stains on my sweater. Nice. Professional, is what I am, yo.

Okay, I’m done.


Well here it is Friday again (finally!) and so that means weigh in day.

184.

Oh….kay. It’s not a gain, which is good, but like last week, I’m not surprised that there wasn’t a big loss. I did all right with my food – not fantastic, but okay. I think the problem this week was in the form of not enough water and not enough exercise.  I worked out Monday by walking around the city lake, and then I had Zumba on Tuesday. Wednesday I had planned on using the elliptical once I got home from work, but I never got around to it (it’s SO hard for me to work out in the evenings if I don’t do it right when I get home), then on Thursday I wanted to walk around the city lake again (I even brought clothes with me to change into after work) but we had some pretty big storms rolling through yesterday afternoon, so I nixed that idea, and like Wednesday, didn’t make it to the elliptical. I set my alarm to get up early this morning to work out, but I did something wrong because my alarm never did come on. It’s a good thing I woke up when I did or I would have been late for work.  I brought my work out clothes with me so I could walk around the lake again, but it’s cloudy and cold and the wind is blowing hard today, and it’s usually twice as windy at the lake. So I don’t know what I’m going to do.

I’ve been packing an extra afternoon meal to take with me to work, so that I’m not ravenous when I get home and eat the refrigerator. It’s working out great so far. My after-work noshing has decreased considerably. Debby, you were right – I think I haven’t been eating enough during the day, and having this extra meal seems to be balancing things out.  :)

Now, I just have to work on drinking enough water, and getting into a consistent exercise routine…why does it seem like it’s so hard to complete the weight loss trifecta?  If food is good, then water and workouts aren’t so great. If water is being guzzled regularly, then food and workouts are hard to manage. If I’m working out like a boss, then water and food are suffering. What’s up with that? Anyone else have that problem?

I’m realizing that losing weight isn’t going to be as easy as it was even just a couple of years ago. I’m going to have to fight hard for every pound I lose. Dang it.  Oh well, Eye of the Tiger, baby! Eye of the Tiger.


184.

Again, not surprised, but disappointed.  I ate well this week, until last night, and I only worked out one day this week.  For some reason I have been extra tired this week and when my alarm went off I just didn’t want to get up.  I worked out on Tuesday morning and then went to Zumba Tuesday night – and I didn’t even want to go to that but two friends texted me and asked if I was going, so I went. What I really wanted to do was take a nap, but I Zumba’d instead, and I was glad I did. But that’s the only activity I got in for the week.

Food-wise I did well all week (mostly). Salads for lunch, light foods for dinner, no bingeing after work…I was patting myself on the back until last night. I had eleventy million errands to run after work and it was getting late, so I called the hubs and asked him if he wanted me to pick something up (big mistake ). I was hoping he would give me an idea of something quick we could fix at home, but instead he said “yeah, get some KFC.” Then he asked the kids, “hey do you all want KFC for dinner?” and of course they all said “YES!!!!”.  I had planned to eat just a small piece of chicken and some cole slaw, but once I got home I was STARVIN’ MARVIN (it was almost 7pm when I got home – had my late lunch at 2pm) and I inhaled a huge piece of chicken along with the sides.  I knew then that I had sunk my chances for a loss at weigh in this morning.

*sigh*

I’m also out of all my healthy staples so I’m going to have to go the store AGAIN – I swear I feel like I’ve been to the store 17 times this week – to stock up on healthy stuff AGAIN. Not sure what this weekend holds. Weekends are always hard, but I should be able to get in a work out.  Hey, here’s a question – Wii Fit:  do you feel like you get a good workout with it? I did a solid hour on that thing one night and never broke a sweat. I did all of the cardio games, but it just didn’t seem like it was intense enough. I’d like to put it into my workout rotation, but I feel like I’m wasting my time.  Any hints on how to get in a good workout with it?

Okay, well that’s all I’ve got for now.  Have a great weekend everyone!  :)


Hey y’all!  How was your weekend?

Well, I don’t think we are quite ready for the Bass Pro circuit just yet, but Shawn and I did alright in the couples tourney on Saturday. We got 5th place out of 56 boats and won $400!  Not a bad way to spend a Saturday. The weather was GORGEOUS. Just absolutely perfect.  Well, starting out it was pretty cold – it was 40 degrees when we put the boat in, and let me tell you, 40 degrees on the water is a lot different than 40 degrees snug and warm in my bed. It warmed up nicely though – I think it made it up to 80 degrees that afternoon. No lie, I had a little bag that I took with me and in this bag I had gloves and earmuffs along with flip flops and shorts! It was a really good day.  When we first got out on the water it was still dark, but as it started to get light I noticed the silhouette of an owl sitting at the very tip top of a tree. It would have made the coolest picture if a professional had been there with a fancy camera, but all I had was my crappy camera phone, so I didn’t even attempt a photo. It was an amazing sight though.

It was almost exactly like this. Isn't it pretty?

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Debby said she thought that being in a boat all would lead to lots of snacking, but really the opposite is true, at least in a tournament setting. I had packed a small container of yogurt with honey and some string cheese for my breakfast, then I had a sandwich, some beef jerky, and a Kit Kat that afternoon and that was it while we were on the boat. It’s not easy to cast a reel and eat at the same time! And we fished hard the whole day, so there wasn’t much downtime at all. It was nice just to spend the day with my husband in such a relaxing setting. I highly recommend it.  :)

After we got home, I realized how tired I was (we got up at 4:30 that morning – ugh) and that’s when the pandora’s box of all things processed opened up and flew into my gullet. I ate way more than I needed, but the momentum was going and it was so hard to stop. Eventually I did stop and finally made myself go take a nap. Sunday wasn’t much better on the food front – I was still tired and sort of in that I-have-so-much-to-do-but-I’m-bored kind of mood. I hate that. So hard to shake that feeling.

I didn’t sleep well last night at all. I felt like I just couldn’t get into a deep sleep, so when the alarm screamed at me this morning, I shut it up real quick and turned over and went back to sleep. Skipped my planned workout, which always makes me mad later. Oh well, there’s always a chance to do better tomorrow.

My food has been pretty good today, and I decided that one thing I used to do all the time that really helps me is to make a menu of dinners for the week. Since I always pack my lunch, I k now what I’m going to be eating during the day, but if I don’t plan the dinners too, I end up cooking whatever’s easiest and easy doesn’t always translate into healthy. I think it’s better for me to be able to look at a whole day’s worth of food because I can put it all into a tracker and “predict” where I’m going to end up for the day, calorie-wise. I used to do this quite a bit, and I remember that it seemed to help, so I’m going to try it again this week. I hope it really does help. I need all the help I can get.  :)

 

 


Hey everybody! Got big plans for the weekend?

Shawn asked me if I wanted to fish some couple’s tournaments with him, and I can’t imagine why he would want to take me fishing with him.  Surely it couldn’t be because of this:

here fishy fishy fishy

Yes, I caught that hog all by myself a couple of weeks ago. So of course now Shawn thinks I’m going to be a great fishing partner, and tomorrow we will be spending approx 10 hours in the boat trying to catch 5 big ones. First place wins $1500, so send lots of good fish-catching vibes my way! Even if we don’t win, maybe I’ll score some good swag at the weigh in. Here’s hoping.

 

You know what I hate? Coworkers who keep interrupting me!!!  Seriously, it’s Friday afternoon – I have no desire to hear about your former secretary and how she got her lawn mower stolen!!!  Go home, for crying out loud!!

 

Anyway, this week found me making all sorts of horrible choices regarding food. Why is it that in the very moment of consumption, my choices seem completely justified? “It’s cold and it’s rainy. Of course I need an apple pie and a caramel mocha from McDonald’s. That Subway sandwich just wasn’t very filling, anyway.” And yet, as soon as I wipe the crumbs away from my lips, I give myself a mental facepalm and realize how completely ridiculous that is.  Why can I not learn to have these moments of clarity before the sabotage begins?

The good thing about this week, however, is that I got in lots of good exercise.  Four days on the elliptical, one session of Jillian Michael’s Shred, and one Zumba class.  The Shred and Zumba were on the same day (Shred in the AM and Zumba in the PM) and I’m telling ya, it darn near did me in.  I was so tired and cranky all the next day, I was beginning to wonder if something wasn’t wrong with me.  Maybe I was just sweating out all the crankiness!

Okay well, let’s get to it. I weighed in this morning and the magic number is…

 

184.

 

Le sigh. I gained a pound.

 

I shouldn’t be surprised, and really I’m not. I realized that I haven’t been buying many of my healthy staples in the last couple of weeks (salad, yogurt, string cheese, etc) so I’m going this afternoon to replenish my supplies. Hopefully that will make it easier to make better choices next week. Got to fine tune my plan because I am ready to start seeing some results, no matter how small they may be.

 

I have to go and get all of my stuff ready to take with me tomorrow – and you bet your sweet petunias I’m taking Kindle with me. I’m going to need a break from all that casting and reeling!  Have a great weekend! :)

 

 



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