Sunday, January 28, 2007
Friday, January 19, 2007
Where My Blog Got It's Name
I have tried several times to post this where it will be here in my blog, but I clearly lack the mad skillz. So, here it is.
AWWWW YEAAAAAH...
AWWWW YEAAAAAH...
Been in a funk
so, I've been a hermit. And I've been bad.
There has been coca cola...and cupcakes.
Today, however, is a new day. Back on the treadmill. No coke. We picked up one of these yesterday, and I basked in it's blue glow this morning. Hopefully, it will work. I am optimistic.
I'm coming to visit you ladies this weekend. I promise. I will be interactive.
I was ready to declare it All Lost, but darnit, we have to keep trying.
I will, however, leave you with this. A dear friend of mine wrote it. She is a constant inspiration to me, as she has more than walked the walk when it comes to this. She has fought the battles the hard way and won. She did it. We can do it, too.
I have saved this. When I'm feeling lazy and hopeless, I read this. Some of it is harsh, and it's meant to be. It's a kick in the pants. I'm sharing it with you, because it helps me. It will never be any easier than it is today. We CAN do this.
****
What is this miracle cure? How can you get it? How much does it cost?
Its absolutely, positively free.
Its called Willpower. And no one can sell it to you. You won't win it in the lottery, and no one will come to your home or office and give it to you because its your birthday or you were nice to some old lady in the grocery store last week.
It means you, saying no to yourself.
It means controlling your urges.
It means having the discipline to look at the long-term picture and make short-term decisions to head towards the goal. every day. every minute.
It means that YOU *yes YOU* have to start. RIGHT NOW.
Its no good to buy the exercise equipment if you're not going to use it.
Gym membership ~payments~ burn no extra calories.
Cookies eaten in the dark have just as many calories as they do during the daytime.
Spending money that you don't have on frivolous things will NEVER be okay in the long run
Being exhausted from not enough sleep from watching another mindless TV show late into the night is NOT acceptable excuse for not making it through the day
Spending another day of complaining about your job (or lack of job) when you have not done absolutely ::everything:: in your power to get up off your ass and DO something about it is ridiculous.
It means deciding that today is the day you stop rationalizing all the poor decisions you have made and make out of habit.
It means no more excuses for taking just one more bite, or sitting on the couch when you could be exercising. or not being completely present in your life Right. Now.
It means YOU have to be an Adult. It means YOU have to decide that your life is not going to get lived by ::anyone else::. No one is responsible for your health and your happiness ~other~ than you. If you aren't happy where you are? Go Change it for God's sake! What the HELL are you waiting for??
If you aren't healthy? And you CAN Do something about it? Get off your sorry, lazy ass and DO SOMETHING! Do you ~honestly~ believe someone is going to do it FOR YOU!? How could you ::possibly:: let yourself delude yourself for a single day longer? Baby, you ain't getting a single day younger. Its not going to get ANY easier than it is Right. Now.
Think about the rest of your life. Do you ~really~ want to feel like ::this:: for the rest of it?
How about worse? Want to feel worse? Because I'm here to tell ya, Life will NOT Improve unless YOU take the steps to make it that way. Age has a way of having a mighty slippery slope. Downwards.
I don't care WHAT you do to get there. I don't care if you want to learn to juggle Amazon ruffled Roosters, for god-sake... but there is something you COULD be doing that you aren't, and in the end, there is absolutely NO ONE to blame but yourself.
I am holding you to task. I am looking directly at YOU and telling you to give me an accounting of why you think there is some reason you can't do it. And let me tell you, whenever you get done with your laundry list of excuses and rationalizations, I'm still going to be here, staring you down and expecting you to get on with it.
Because you want to know something good?
Whenever you get done telling me why you ::can't:: start making healthy, positive choices in your life? I'm going to be here telling you that YES. YOU. CAN.
Right now. Decide you want you life to be better, longer, healthier, richer, more peaceful, more loving.
See what that means to you. See your spirit being lighter and your horizons expanding. See it. Imagine what it feels like. What it tastes like. Make the image ::real:: to you.
and then?
Just Do It.
You CAN Make changes in your life.
YOU have the power to break bad habits and forge new, healthy ones.
YOU are responsible for your own life and making the happy endings you want.
You are a Grown Up, and You can do this.
Its a brand new day.
I have faith in you.
Now Get to it.
*****
There has been coca cola...and cupcakes.
Today, however, is a new day. Back on the treadmill. No coke. We picked up one of these yesterday, and I basked in it's blue glow this morning. Hopefully, it will work. I am optimistic.
I'm coming to visit you ladies this weekend. I promise. I will be interactive.
I was ready to declare it All Lost, but darnit, we have to keep trying.
I will, however, leave you with this. A dear friend of mine wrote it. She is a constant inspiration to me, as she has more than walked the walk when it comes to this. She has fought the battles the hard way and won. She did it. We can do it, too.
I have saved this. When I'm feeling lazy and hopeless, I read this. Some of it is harsh, and it's meant to be. It's a kick in the pants. I'm sharing it with you, because it helps me. It will never be any easier than it is today. We CAN do this.
****
What is this miracle cure? How can you get it? How much does it cost?
Its absolutely, positively free.
Its called Willpower. And no one can sell it to you. You won't win it in the lottery, and no one will come to your home or office and give it to you because its your birthday or you were nice to some old lady in the grocery store last week.
It means you, saying no to yourself.
It means controlling your urges.
It means having the discipline to look at the long-term picture and make short-term decisions to head towards the goal. every day. every minute.
It means that YOU *yes YOU* have to start. RIGHT NOW.
Its no good to buy the exercise equipment if you're not going to use it.
Gym membership ~payments~ burn no extra calories.
Cookies eaten in the dark have just as many calories as they do during the daytime.
Spending money that you don't have on frivolous things will NEVER be okay in the long run
Being exhausted from not enough sleep from watching another mindless TV show late into the night is NOT acceptable excuse for not making it through the day
Spending another day of complaining about your job (or lack of job) when you have not done absolutely ::everything:: in your power to get up off your ass and DO something about it is ridiculous.
It means deciding that today is the day you stop rationalizing all the poor decisions you have made and make out of habit.
It means no more excuses for taking just one more bite, or sitting on the couch when you could be exercising. or not being completely present in your life Right. Now.
It means YOU have to be an Adult. It means YOU have to decide that your life is not going to get lived by ::anyone else::. No one is responsible for your health and your happiness ~other~ than you. If you aren't happy where you are? Go Change it for God's sake! What the HELL are you waiting for??
If you aren't healthy? And you CAN Do something about it? Get off your sorry, lazy ass and DO SOMETHING! Do you ~honestly~ believe someone is going to do it FOR YOU!? How could you ::possibly:: let yourself delude yourself for a single day longer? Baby, you ain't getting a single day younger. Its not going to get ANY easier than it is Right. Now.
Think about the rest of your life. Do you ~really~ want to feel like ::this:: for the rest of it?
How about worse? Want to feel worse? Because I'm here to tell ya, Life will NOT Improve unless YOU take the steps to make it that way. Age has a way of having a mighty slippery slope. Downwards.
I don't care WHAT you do to get there. I don't care if you want to learn to juggle Amazon ruffled Roosters, for god-sake... but there is something you COULD be doing that you aren't, and in the end, there is absolutely NO ONE to blame but yourself.
I am holding you to task. I am looking directly at YOU and telling you to give me an accounting of why you think there is some reason you can't do it. And let me tell you, whenever you get done with your laundry list of excuses and rationalizations, I'm still going to be here, staring you down and expecting you to get on with it.
Because you want to know something good?
Whenever you get done telling me why you ::can't:: start making healthy, positive choices in your life? I'm going to be here telling you that YES. YOU. CAN.
Right now. Decide you want you life to be better, longer, healthier, richer, more peaceful, more loving.
See what that means to you. See your spirit being lighter and your horizons expanding. See it. Imagine what it feels like. What it tastes like. Make the image ::real:: to you.
and then?
Just Do It.
You CAN Make changes in your life.
YOU have the power to break bad habits and forge new, healthy ones.
YOU are responsible for your own life and making the happy endings you want.
You are a Grown Up, and You can do this.
Its a brand new day.
I have faith in you.
Now Get to it.
*****
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Off. The. Wagon.
Had a bad day. Two sweet, sweet, co-colas made it better. Oddly, I was at two grocery stores, hadn't eaten lunch, and didn't get any snack or Bad Food.
Maybe, I'm not HFCS's bitch anymore.
In any case, tomorrow is a new day. That was 9 days cold turkey. Let's go for at least 10 next time.
Maybe, I'm not HFCS's bitch anymore.
In any case, tomorrow is a new day. That was 9 days cold turkey. Let's go for at least 10 next time.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Friday, January 12, 2007
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Natural peanut butter can kiss my ample, cottage cheesy posterior.
Holy crap is that stuff bad.
Not only does it lack taste, but the Trader Joe's brand I had bought had completely separated. I stirred it as much as I could, but it was runny. Combine the consistency with the color, and anyone who has routinely changed diapers can see how unattractive that is.
I had about a tablespoon or so of it with some whole wheat crackers before dinner. They say that if you eat some nuts about twenty minutes before you eat, you will eat less. It works. However, next time, I'll be eating something else.
Oh, Peter Pan, how I miss you.
Holy crap is that stuff bad.
Not only does it lack taste, but the Trader Joe's brand I had bought had completely separated. I stirred it as much as I could, but it was runny. Combine the consistency with the color, and anyone who has routinely changed diapers can see how unattractive that is.
I had about a tablespoon or so of it with some whole wheat crackers before dinner. They say that if you eat some nuts about twenty minutes before you eat, you will eat less. It works. However, next time, I'll be eating something else.
Oh, Peter Pan, how I miss you.
Sunday, January 7, 2007
What I wanted and what I ate
Includes the following:
I wanted peanut m&m's (I keep them in my mouth til it's melty enough for the shell to crack easily, then I suck all the chocolate off and then disassemble the peanut with my teeth, yes I know I'm weird.) I ate dry roasted almonds (cause Dr. Oz says to eat the nuts.)
I wanted cocoa pebbles. I ate frosted mini wheats (I'm weaning myself off of crazy chocolate frosted sugar bombs, a habit that started up after our October trip to Disney World and someone had effing cocoa pebbles.)
I wanted Coca Cola. I drank so much water that I thought that I was going to float away. I haven't drank this much since I was pregnant and dehydrated, flinging me into some contractions at 35 weeks and darnit, that baby wasn't done cooking.) I'm trying to keep my pee clear. This means I'm running to the bathroom as often as I did when I was pregnant. Peanut has an annoying night cough, so I'm up anyway.
We had spaghetti and meatballs. I tried out the Ronzoni whole wheat blend pasta. It doesn't suck. I didn't notice a difference. So, I'll be substituting this as often as possible.
I wanted peanut m&m's (I keep them in my mouth til it's melty enough for the shell to crack easily, then I suck all the chocolate off and then disassemble the peanut with my teeth, yes I know I'm weird.) I ate dry roasted almonds (cause Dr. Oz says to eat the nuts.)
I wanted cocoa pebbles. I ate frosted mini wheats (I'm weaning myself off of crazy chocolate frosted sugar bombs, a habit that started up after our October trip to Disney World and someone had effing cocoa pebbles.)
I wanted Coca Cola. I drank so much water that I thought that I was going to float away. I haven't drank this much since I was pregnant and dehydrated, flinging me into some contractions at 35 weeks and darnit, that baby wasn't done cooking.) I'm trying to keep my pee clear. This means I'm running to the bathroom as often as I did when I was pregnant. Peanut has an annoying night cough, so I'm up anyway.
We had spaghetti and meatballs. I tried out the Ronzoni whole wheat blend pasta. It doesn't suck. I didn't notice a difference. So, I'll be substituting this as often as possible.
Friday, January 5, 2007
Future MILF Weekly Weigh In and Shizzle!
Okay.
Here's the deal.
Behavior modification is what I'm doing. Strict dieting will fling me in the direction of a nasty eating disorder faster than you can say, "Nicole Richie," so I"m taking it slowly. I know that the dieting doesn't work. However, I AM going to be as healthy as I can to make sure that I am around to raise that gorgeous little girl sleeping up stairs and be a general pain in the ass (but in a good way,) to everyone.
Today? No Coca-Cola (aka Mother's Milk, aka Nectar of the Gods.) Oh, how I love it. Actually, it has been starting to taste funny as of late. Maybe, I'm successfully convincing my taste buds that high fructose corn syrup is, indeed, the devil.
So...I did have some sweet tea. I make it with 3 parts Splenda and 1 part sugar (straight up Splenda doesn't have the viscosity of sugar...the mouth feel is not right without a wee bit of syrup-iness.) I'm not sure if I can give up that sugar entirely. Right now, we're on the "no Coke, dammit" plan.
Water. I drank a lot today. I continue to drink it while I type this post (I think I'm gonna get one of those beer hats with the straw that comes down to my mouth so I can drink, drink, drink!) I like to put a splash of pomegranate juice in it, as it gives me some sweet, sweet antioxidants, and it makes the water taste like Kool Aid that you'd make as a kid (before that nutrasweet nonsense,) and you didn't mix the sugar in well enough, so it just tastes like barely fruity water? I get the blueberry mix, as, MORE ANTIOXIDANTS! and I love me some blueberries, as well.
I came up upon a fresh accident (car vs. deer) as I was going to the grocery to get dinner. Since I am a nurse, I always stop to see if anyone is hurt. Since said deer was in the middle of the lane, I parked my car in the lane with the hazards on so that no one else would come up and nearly hit it like I did. As a result, dinner quickly downshifted from anything involving me handling raw meat (I'm a notorious hypocrite. My meat comes from a styrofoam and plastic wrap factory.) and became Chinese take out. I carefully went over the menu, and instead of ordering what I really wanted (egg roll, crab rangoon, and greasy lo mein,) I ordered spicy tofu and broccoli (what I often order anyway,) brown rice and steamed (not fried!) dumplings.
While waiting for that, I went next door to the grocery, and among other things, I tried to purchase some yogurt. It never occured to me that most yogurt has our good friend, high fructose corn syrup, in it. I try to stay away from the nutrasweet and lean more to the splendiferous Splenda (which everyone will know is awful for us in about seven years.) I finally found some that had Splenda in it (Dannon Something with the word "Fit" in it...Sit and Be Fit, anyone?) I do have a yogurt maker. I tried making homemade yogurt for the peanut, but she is sensitive to the dairy. I tried the goats milk and what not. She still broke out in a rash. Now, I could make it with soymilk, but I got the Silk yogurt, and realized that after all of this, the peanut would rather feed herself things that crunch. I'll probably start making yogurt for my own self soon.
Fitness. I'm getting the same ick that the Himself has. I had a million errands to run today, so I parked far away from the stores I went to, and dammit, I attended the scene of an accident! I did order some fitness DVDs. I'm trying out the following (in addition the current bellydance DVD I bought, but never used, cause just the PURCHASING takes care of the fitness requirement, right? No? Okay...)
East Coast Tribal Bellydance
Island Girl Dance: Tahitian Cardio I clicked poorly! There is Tahitian Hip Hop! Which brings me to...
Quickfix Cardio Hip Hop Workout Cause I wanna get my dance on.
and last...but not least...
Stripilates
Oh, and to give myself a quick pick me up, I went to the hairdresser and got my hair cut in a sassy bob and had it dyed red...harlot red, with some blonde highlights in the front. I managed to put on makeup, and I dressed kinda nicely. As a result, the cute boy behind the counter at Borders was being a bit flirty. So, maybe I am on my way to MILF-itude (I'm right as rain with the term.) You know, in a Non Goal Oriented Flirting kinda way.
Here's the deal.
Behavior modification is what I'm doing. Strict dieting will fling me in the direction of a nasty eating disorder faster than you can say, "Nicole Richie," so I"m taking it slowly. I know that the dieting doesn't work. However, I AM going to be as healthy as I can to make sure that I am around to raise that gorgeous little girl sleeping up stairs and be a general pain in the ass (but in a good way,) to everyone.
Today? No Coca-Cola (aka Mother's Milk, aka Nectar of the Gods.) Oh, how I love it. Actually, it has been starting to taste funny as of late. Maybe, I'm successfully convincing my taste buds that high fructose corn syrup is, indeed, the devil.
So...I did have some sweet tea. I make it with 3 parts Splenda and 1 part sugar (straight up Splenda doesn't have the viscosity of sugar...the mouth feel is not right without a wee bit of syrup-iness.) I'm not sure if I can give up that sugar entirely. Right now, we're on the "no Coke, dammit" plan.
Water. I drank a lot today. I continue to drink it while I type this post (I think I'm gonna get one of those beer hats with the straw that comes down to my mouth so I can drink, drink, drink!) I like to put a splash of pomegranate juice in it, as it gives me some sweet, sweet antioxidants, and it makes the water taste like Kool Aid that you'd make as a kid (before that nutrasweet nonsense,) and you didn't mix the sugar in well enough, so it just tastes like barely fruity water? I get the blueberry mix, as, MORE ANTIOXIDANTS! and I love me some blueberries, as well.
I came up upon a fresh accident (car vs. deer) as I was going to the grocery to get dinner. Since I am a nurse, I always stop to see if anyone is hurt. Since said deer was in the middle of the lane, I parked my car in the lane with the hazards on so that no one else would come up and nearly hit it like I did. As a result, dinner quickly downshifted from anything involving me handling raw meat (I'm a notorious hypocrite. My meat comes from a styrofoam and plastic wrap factory.) and became Chinese take out. I carefully went over the menu, and instead of ordering what I really wanted (egg roll, crab rangoon, and greasy lo mein,) I ordered spicy tofu and broccoli (what I often order anyway,) brown rice and steamed (not fried!) dumplings.
While waiting for that, I went next door to the grocery, and among other things, I tried to purchase some yogurt. It never occured to me that most yogurt has our good friend, high fructose corn syrup, in it. I try to stay away from the nutrasweet and lean more to the splendiferous Splenda (which everyone will know is awful for us in about seven years.) I finally found some that had Splenda in it (Dannon Something with the word "Fit" in it...Sit and Be Fit, anyone?) I do have a yogurt maker. I tried making homemade yogurt for the peanut, but she is sensitive to the dairy. I tried the goats milk and what not. She still broke out in a rash. Now, I could make it with soymilk, but I got the Silk yogurt, and realized that after all of this, the peanut would rather feed herself things that crunch. I'll probably start making yogurt for my own self soon.
Fitness. I'm getting the same ick that the Himself has. I had a million errands to run today, so I parked far away from the stores I went to, and dammit, I attended the scene of an accident! I did order some fitness DVDs. I'm trying out the following (in addition the current bellydance DVD I bought, but never used, cause just the PURCHASING takes care of the fitness requirement, right? No? Okay...)
East Coast Tribal Bellydance
Island Girl Dance: Tahitian Cardio I clicked poorly! There is Tahitian Hip Hop! Which brings me to...
Quickfix Cardio Hip Hop Workout Cause I wanna get my dance on.
and last...but not least...
Stripilates
Oh, and to give myself a quick pick me up, I went to the hairdresser and got my hair cut in a sassy bob and had it dyed red...harlot red, with some blonde highlights in the front. I managed to put on makeup, and I dressed kinda nicely. As a result, the cute boy behind the counter at Borders was being a bit flirty. So, maybe I am on my way to MILF-itude (I'm right as rain with the term.) You know, in a Non Goal Oriented Flirting kinda way.
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
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