My Selfish Year, and the journey to skinny

Hey Oldschool!

Sounds like you're cranking out the exercises and weights during TV...great! Also, way to stand firm on the dishes...I agree...I don't know how old your son is, but I'm sure he's old enough to take on that small responsibility! As for the coffee deal...(fiasco or incident or whatever!), it's behind you now...you can remember the good taste and just let it pass...new day now!

Keep up the good work!

Sarah
 
Think we have been successful in the rebranding exercise. The night your sister's appendix burst will now forever be known as "the night before the great coffee creamer fiasco"


Hope your sister is feeling better now (both about her appendix surgery and your coffee creamer fiasco)
 
Lol, my coffee this morning is sooooooo disappointing! I might switch too super caffinated tea. The creamer, the real stuff, has ruined me. Now all I can taste in my sugar free creamer is the nasty chemical afterbite. Ruined I tell you, RUINED!


Soooo, last night before ghost hunters I did my two miles PLUS an extra .34 miles because it was a nuke it dinner (because we STILL dont have any clean dishes). Then during ghost hunters on the commercial breaks, of which there were many, I did my weights and abs. And then after that was over I saw that TLC had a show called My 600 Pound Life and of course I had to watch that so I told myself, if I'm watching the boob tube I'll just keep doing my weights during commercials.

This morning I can barely move. I might have overdone it *justalittlebit*


FG: my sister is doing better, she won't call me because it hurts to laugh so I'm banned from communicating with her. But she was discharged this morning and will be heading home tomorrow if the weather is good.
 
Sorry for disappearing for a couple of days. This paying job of mine is hampering my flowing prose.


Now for coffee talk:

Your expectations are wrong...coffee isnt supposed to taste good...Its supposed to ramp ya up...Its not the condition of the road as long as it gets ya where your going. My dad was a Navy fighter pilot and he would have a cup of black coffee and a Marlboro red and call it a "Navy breakfast"


Glad your sis is okay.

Good work on gettin sore. That means you are building muscle...muscle burns calories
 
I get what your saying about the coffee...but I'm not buying it. And, I've never been in the Navy but maybe they are just so cash strapped that they can't afford coffee mate. I can, so I'm drinking it. Even if it tastes like poo. mmmmm....pooooo....



If I had to give every day a name to describe it, I'd call today Rusty. When I was growing up my neighbor married a crazy lady who had a kid named rusty. He was the red headed step child. And today has treated me like a red headed step child so....ya.


And I'm going to put bets on the weather being so shitty tomorrow that our internet goes down, cause thats whats happend the last three payroll days in a row making it technically impossible for me to complete payroll and submit it electronically. I'd look at the weather forcast but I can pretty much call it right now. Shitty, with a chance of shit.


Anyways, I'm going to walk a few miles on the ol treadmill tonight, maybe it'll loosen up these aching muscles. Then I'm going to take a looooong hot shower. And when The new episode of the big bang theory is over, I will hit the hay. Because I am tired.
 
Sounds like you grew up right next door to the ultimate stereotype...


A red-headed step child named Rusty, hopefully he's grown up to be a successful internet tycoon billionaire and your hometown has been renamed to Rustyville by this point.


You plan for last night sounds like a winner. Here's to today exceeding all shitstorm expectations...
 
Its a delicate balance Brawny, between office casual attire and what you would wear to go for a mid day walk at McMurdo in Antarctica. Shit kicking boots, and something to protect your eyes from freezing flying shit.


Last night...things did not go as planned. Didn't walk on the treadmill because immediately after work my friend Jeff showed up with vodka, ice, and a big jar of olive and declared it Dirty Martini Thursday. Which turned into order out for pizza night. And then this morning turned into wake up with a hangover Friday. I hate WUWAHFridays. Especially when it falls on bi-weekly payroll Fridays.


I don't know how many calories I consumed last night because Jeff was pouring the drinks and he makes a BIG martini. It doesn't help that my martini glasses are freakin ginormous. I do know that I had one gigantic piece of pizza though, that was at least 400 calories. So that got me at the very least to 900 food calories for the day. I didn't eat any olives because they were garlic stuffed and as much as I like olives and garlic, eating a whole clove of garlic stuffed inside an olive is not appealing to me. at all.


FG, Rusty is a methodist minister now. With oodles of children who were born blonde and beautiful. He may not be a bajillionaire with a town named after him but with all those kids he'll have a gene pool that will last forever. Isn't facebook nice. Before facebook I'd never even thought about him.
 
Im glad your sister was released. Hopefully she will be home soon. Sounds like you had a fun martini party. I want some:drool5: oh and pizza. even better. im staying away from pizza for now pizza is my favorite food and i know id eat the whole thing if i had it. I dont think we have as much shit fall from the sky as Antarctica. However we do occasionally get TMS (to much shit) at one time.
 
Ok next time Im in a shitstorm (which can happen from something as simple as an irate cheerleader mom in my business) I will wear the proper outfit. But can I add one of those beanie hats with a tiny umbrella on the top?


I have a friend like Jeff..only I call him Hambone (not kiddin) I have lived almost that same senario only substitute Tequilla where you put vodka and sustitute Big Margarita glasses instead of big marini glasses and substitute bag of pork rinds instead of stuffed olives and well the rest is pretty fuzzy in my memory.


Have a good weekend little sista
 
AWell, I call my friend Jeff Uncle Fester because that's who he looks like, only a little thinner. We went out for cocktails last night while my Son was at soccer practice (more on that later) and I'm sitting on a bar stool facing him at the bar and he slaps the side of my thigh and said "what's up with all this? We need to get rid of all that" referring to my fat. Then he orders sweet potato fries and another round of drinks. I left before the fries arrived, lol, but I drank the drink.

So, my Son's soccer coach is supposed to be this former pro player from Mexico, but he's only ever showed up to one practice and one game all season and his son has been doing the rest. I found out yesterday that he's in jail for assault. Nice. So, I call the center that coordinates the league to inform and complain (which I do about once a week), and I pretty much get no assurance that they are going to remove the coach! This is a pretty pricey league, and I'm pissed off, so I start calling the Mom squad, all the other soccer moms. And before I drop my kid off for practice last night the center administrator has called to inform me that the coach has been replaced. When I pick my son up, I ask him about his new coach and he says "he's okay, I guess. But Mom, he only has one arm." I'm like, "how many legs does he have?"

So at least he had both legs. We'll see how things go at their games this afternoon.

Tonight I'm making a big pot of zero point soup and eat on that all next week. I have to say, I make the best veg soup ever. Nothing compares.
 
Finally got to order my new coach handbag yesterday morning :) I got up super early to weigh with every intention on going back to sleep but I was so excited to be 239 and to order my handbag that I was up at 7:30 am on Sunday morning and stayed up. Then this morning I was back up at 240.3... Meh, shouldn't have weighed again, lol!


Im off work today, it's a holiday. Going to take a bunch of stuff from my spare room overto storage, and then I'm going to figure out how to hook up my bosespeaks and tuner to my tv. So, busy day planned.
 
239 cool deal

You will have some good attitude when you are sportin that new handbag.

Good luck with your dismembered soccer coach.

I had a one eyed Algebra teacher once but thats not as good as a one armed soccer coach.
 
Hello 230's!!!


Watching that second digit on the scale switch for the first time is a big moment and well deserving of a new handbag.


So in true man form I will reveal my ultimate ignorance and ask the following question. Is a handbag simply another name for a purse or is this a larger contraption capable of carry even more stuff? (really important stuff, you know like a six pack of beer)
 
Ok I will weigh in on purse talk (yes I am man enough to handle the subject) Im not sure on this one but I think to put in man terms a six pack would not fit in a handbag but there are purses that will hold a pony keg!
 
Lol, yes, welll...I think the more expensive the "purse" the more likely it is to be called a handbag also. the one I got can probably hold a 6 pack (of red bull). Its not as big as a tote, but not as small as a clutch. I wavered back and forth for an hour on either getting a handbag or a tote. Then I decided that I already have a bajillion totes for travel and what I really need is a handbag that can fit my kindle, cell phone, a few cosmetics and my wallet. Also, the handbags are cheaper and there is an elliptical for sale here that I want to buy.


So. Can I just say UUUUUUUGGGGGGG! Yesterday I could not stop eating! Snack snack snack...I didn't even bother to track my calories. I never think I'm an emotional eater until I'm emotional and I eat everything in sight. I just want to plug a PSA right here and say, DO NOT DRINK AND DRIVE< PEOPLE DIE. Also, don't do it in a foreign country because when your parents have to fly all the way to say...Thailand...to help you its way more then an inconvenience. This is the problem with 30-somethings, old enough to have lots of money to burn, but still young and stupid. All my friends get in so much more trouble now days then we ever did in our teens and twenties.


So....today....is going to have to be a low calorie but high protein day because I have strength training planned for after the treadmill tonight. Hopefully I'll have enough to buy that elliptical that is for sale, would love to own that ;) but they are asking $500, and I want to see if I can talk them down. They said it comes with a new, in the box, heart rate monitor but that the elliptical is "well used." suspicious...plus I already have a polar HRM so I don't really need the add on.


I've decided that aside from getting thin I'd also like to get all muscley. You know, athletic looking, not skinny looking. I doubt I'll ever escape the hour glass look that I have but I can have that and muscles too. Although, I think eventually I'll want a breast reduction. I'm an overflowing D cup right now and I'd like to be a small B cup. Even at my thinnest I never got below a full C cup. Bewbs are just a hassle.
 
Yay!! Taxes are done and looks like I can splurge on that elliptical afterall!! The ex gets to pay his lawyers and I get an elliptical, feeels gooood--er. Lol!
 
Today is going to be a gigantic pain in the ass. So, back story. My ex had this pick up truck that we use to haul trash to the dump, get groceries, anything that requires a bed to transport crap. So last night I'm driving it to the landfill to drop off some bags of garbage and when I get to the landfill there is a police cruiser there. They are looking for someone specific but the officer points out to me that the tags on the truck are expired by a few months. So I get home, call the ex and ask him to renew his registration and he goes "I don't want the pile of crap anymore, and I don't know where the title is. Just get it registered yourself." I'm like...."how?" No title? lapsed registration? So this morning I got to the DMV website and realize that there are like, 40 forms to fill out to file for lost title, transfer ownership, transfer plates, registration, bladebladeblahhh. And for every form is a fee. You get charged a fee at the DMV for even thinking of going to the DMV. Sneeze while you're there? There's a fee for that. And, you have to have the vehicle with you when you go...? Its got no valid registration! What if I get pulled over while I'm driving it there? I can't even sell it without all this crap getting done. And, to make things easier, it snowed last night and that truck has the worlds baldest tires. I can't believe I used to love that rat bastard that is my lazy ass ex. "I don't wait it, you deal with it." I feel like hauling that truck out to the junk yard and abandoning it.


*I'minabadmoodobviously*


Anybody wanna buy a truck that you have absolutly no hope of actually legally owning?
 
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