Time To Say Goodbye To Breakfast

Hello Lovelies,

I'm back after a grueling RRSP season.

Yesterday as I stood in my kitchen window watching the dark skies duel for supremacy over the sky with the rays of sunshine trying to break through I tried to think about what this mornings post would be about. I usually don't pre-plan my posts and apparently this one was no different because what I thought I was going to blog about yesterday went out the window after a trip to Walmart.

The trip itself wasn't that exciting but recently Bean and T have been on the workout train of thought. You know spring is near when all the women in the house start thinking about Spring/Summer clothes and how our butts have yo fit back into the lighter wear. The girls have been doing the "Call Me Maybe Challenge" and even talked one of the boys into doing it...once. So with all the talk about getting into shape. Me and Blondunicorn checking out Yoga programs, the girls and their tortuous workouts involving Pilates death poses as I call them, Sese putting on some weight which is good for her because she needs to weight more than 100lbs at 5'2".

Do you ever find that some workout programs you watch are so annoying that you can't do them?

I watched the CMM Challenge and that was the result of that I did find that Fitness Blenders was more for me.

Oh ya, Walmart I went in for dog food and dinner and came out with that, Walking Dead munchies and a scale. A nice digital soon to be pain in my ass scale and yet I was excited because our old one must be wildly inaccurate ( I'm hoping ). Now so many of us women and some men I've come across hate more than one thing about their bodies and my household of women is no different if not even more so because we are all different shapes and sizes. Unfortunately for Choo and Allan it will be chaos.

Between the 5 of us we have our share of common dislikes and then the ones that make us look at each other and go "You're kidding! Have you seen you? There is nothing wrong with whatever you think is wrong with you!"

I've been working out a bit more steadily but there is no rhyme or reason to it. I use my commute to and from work as a workout because I have 6 flights of stairs including escalators that I walk up to get to work, I will dance like crazy while doing the dishes, sweeping or in the shower and just recently do leg lifts while letting the dogs out before I have to brave more stairs to chase Cali back into the house because she doesn't want to come in or wrestle with a puppy that is almost as big as Smokey and trying to use me as a chew toy. Now though, I'm trying to designate a block of time and eat...um...more right?

I have Chrons' Disease and a Dairy allergy that doesn't leave this girl a whole lot of choices but I can seam to handle pretty much anything in moderation. Except the Dairy, I'll go from 0 to itch in 15 mins especially from chocolate. Oh how I miss chocolate you have no idea.

I love food too much to really give anything up completely though. I can give up the amount of it I consume like my McDonald's breakfast wraps. Not the Kale and Feta one because I couldn't eat that if I tried but the sausage, egg and hash brown wrap is amazing.

 Damn...the scale...

So I get it home and it's the early evening, I know I shouldn't weight myself until morning but hell it's new and I want to test it out. Then I almost cried and was horrified because it told me I was 11lbs more than I thought I was! I'm 5'11" and for most of my life I was under weight by at least 30lbs until I got an office job, muffins ended up on my desk constantly and my ass expands anyway, my family and friends tell me the weight is fine and I look healthy well yay... but clothes don't fit right anymore. Enough of that now because my weight is fine, I just need to change how it sits on my frame. I have no problem with the extra...wait are they extra if I'm supposed to be this weight?

No, I won't tell you what that is.

Back to the scale...so I tell myself that it's ok, it's 5pm and it's you know day weight but because I'm a glutton for punishment before I had a shower I strip down and step on the scale again. Well look at that it dropped 8lbs! How I was wearing 8 extra pounds of clothing I have no idea but who cares! Happy Dance! That left me only 2lbs over what my normal weight should be and then...and then I have the bright idea to measure parts of me that haven't been measured since high school.

What a mistake that was too and yet now I have the starting point I need to shape myself the way I want to be shaped. I'm not so concerned with losing weight as I am losing inches and yes I know the 2 go hand in hand but trimming and toning in preparation for the nice weather is all I'm after. Having all of the ladies on board though helps alot in trying to keep the motivation going and come up with a plan to keep us all on track.

So goodbye breakfast wrap for now.

Maybe I can treat myself to you on Saturdays or Mondays because you would make my Monday's better in some small way.

Have a great week!

See Ya
S

Let's Just Pretend That Didn't Happen.

Happy Ugh...
Hi Lovelies!

So...how ya doing? I hope your weekend was good.

I tried to do yard work and realized I just need to get rich and hire a gardener or move. We have a blackberry bush from hell in the yard which over the course of 5 years has taken over the skyline because it's MUCH taller than it is wide. Half on my property and half on the neighbours. Wait there is 2 of them one that along with Morning glory ( also from hell ) is choking the Walnut tree that I have never actually seen bare Walnuts. the other one has consumed the decrepit shed out back so that only one door shows and I swear a family of Raccoon's is living in it.

I did clean up the back yard a bit until it got to hot to be out there and I switched my gardening to the indoor variety until it got cooler. That led me into a Walking Dead Marathon of Season 5 before the premier of FEAR the Walking dead. WOOOOOOOO!

As usual it starts out as a typical Zombie flick where the outbreak has already started and we don't know how. With rare exceptions like 28 Days Later when they show you how it starts FEAR followed the same pattern as the not so rare. First half of the show...character introductions and establishing relationships a little long but the episode was an hour and a half long. After that, shit starts to get real. The character I've latched on to right now though is Nick and not because of that awful white chick shirt he was wearing but because I think he did a not so bad job. To me he looks kind of like a young Johnny Depp with a Christian Slater speech pattern. He was the most interesting character for me though. If you haven't seen it you'll see why when you watch it.

I watched and interview with Robert Kirkman saying that the walkers in this show will be like we've never seen them before and there are very noticeable differences in these ones unlike TWD Walkers and I wonder if it's because basically they are the ground zero infected and what happens over time to change the very prominent blue eyed walker?

Watch it and tell me what you think!

OK now it wouldn't be Monday without stupid dumb ass Monday like things so here was my Monday morning so far.

5:45 - Alarm goes off
6:00 - Actually get out of bed
6:02 - Take the dogs out, Chase California out from the front of the house, drag Whiskey back from the neighbours yard, Watch Smokey and the cat pee side by side.
6:10 - Find my clothes from the dryer on my bed and dig through them for god knows what to wear.
6:15 - Watch a video of bears swimming in a pool.
6:20 - Realize I haven't had a coffee yet and instead watch Jon Bon Jovi on Breakfast Television surprise fans with a concert that almost didn't happen. How Nice!
6:25 - Still didn't get my coffee.
6:30 - Face, teeth, Ugh...
6:40 - Kick dogs out of the bedroom, take 30 extra seconds get the little dog out.
6:41 - Oh look my coffee is undressed on the counter. Sugar. Check. Non Dairy Creamer. Check. Travel mug. check.
6:45 - Out the door to the bus stop.
6:55 - Bus late...hmmm.

The bus finally showed up and it was only a few minutes late. I get on and sit in my usual spot, put my feet up on the bar behind the bench of seats across from me, dig my book out and tuck my travel mug between my knees. Turn the page. Sip, after a few more pages I sip again each time putting the mug back between my knees until I feel something warm an wet traveling down my thighs.
Well what do you know...the travel mug is leaking.

Great...

Thank goodness I'm wearing dark grey pants. I change positions of the mug so that it's being braced by my forearm and the wall of the bus with my purse locking it into place it wasn't long until I feel liquid travelling down my arm and I have nothing to clean this up with but I'm confused because I only had half the mug filled when I started. Anyway now I'm sticky in more than one place and am hating this Monday already. So I go to McDonald's and grab a coffee that I can drink and it was free so what's better than that!

The cashier asked me if I wanted it in my travel mug. First thing out of my mouth "Hell No!"

Crap... Sorry lady.

Now the spot has dried and  I'm paranoid about my pants as I have to walk along West Georgia. Looking at it you can't really tell but because I know it's there I can see it as clear as if there were flashing arrows pointing at me, but I just try to pretend it didn't happen.

Got to the office and attacked myself with a wet wipe and now my pants are wet again and I can't move until they dry. Maybe if I'm lucky the rest of the day will move smoothly and I'll be able to get work done on all fronts and then celebrate my youngest daughters 20th B'day tomorrow!

In the fetal position...crying.

Ok Guys!

Have a great week!

See ya
S

It's Just One of those Days.

Ugh... do you ever have one of those days that starts with an Ugh?

I rarely start with one but a short time later sometimes one will appear.

So you're at work and Clients/Customers/Staff are driving you absolutely nuts, making you want to rip your hair out and it's like the all gang up on you the same day.

You can't make anyone happy!

Screw it! ( There's a Wine for that )
There's also a Bitch Wine ( that'll come later )

Lucky for me I'll chalk it up to one bad day and not let it get to me...unless you don't use your brain on a consistant basis.

Then the Ugh comes out and I wonder how you're empolyed...like...at all. That then prompts me to ask my bartender/snakebreeder wanna be child to mix me something fancy for when I get home or else it's shots of Whiskey and a hangover from hell that can only be cured with a trip to McDonalds where again you wonder how they are employed when they screw up a simple order.

I think I'll avoid that. I think I scared the poor girl.

Just a quick one today!

See Ya
S