19 To Go

Ohhhhhhhh yeah. That's right. You read my title correctly.

The weight is coming off!

*Insert happy wiggle dance here*

It's coming off slowly, but it indeed is coming off.

This week I dropped 1.4lbs. I know this doesn't seem significant - but it is. I exercised, and I ate right - but what is important is that I also didn't deprive myself. I got to have wine, and beer, and spaghetti with a delicious tomato sauce and freshly grated Parmesan cheese. I got to have dessert and go out to dinner and have cheese and crackers.....

And I still lost!

Yipppeeee.....

Missing You

Number 6 of My New Years Resolutions for 2010 was to make an effort to see friends that I haven't seen in a long time. I did make a valiant effort to accomplish this but there are still friends out there that I haven't seen in forever. I realized this last night as I compiled addresses for my upcoming wedding shower.

It made me very, very sad.

I have friends who I haven't seen in 2+ years. I have friends that have had babies that I've never met. I have friends that I used to spend day in and day out with that have new homes I've never stepped foot in. I have friends that I had some of the best times of my life with. Friends that I lived with. Friends that I miss dearly.

How is it possible to balance it all? How is it possible to work and run errands and take care of the animals and yourself and STILL be able to find the time to fit in all the important friends and family members?

I suppose that making the effort is just that - making the effort. You just have to pencil it in and make it happen. I'm thinking that life is too short to NOT make it happen.

So to all my friends past and present that I haven't seen or spoken to - I think of you often, and I think of you fondly.

Most importantly, I'm missing you.

Like It's Hot

I actually dance like this in the privacy of my own living room.



Admit it. So do you.

Happy Tuesday

21 To Go

My weight loss as of late has been at a stand still.

Well, that's actually not true. I've recently lost two pounds.

Two. Lame. Pounds.

My lack of weight loss is all my fault. I haven't been trying as hard as I should be.

Scratch that - I haven't been trying at all.

I used to be really good at saying no. I used to be really good about seeing the actual value of certain foods and making a conscious effort of whether or not I really wanted to eat it.

Fried food - Blech. Too greasy.
Rich desserts - Ugh. My poor belly.
Heavy entrees - Just too heavy.

I used to have amazing self control. I used to say, "No thank you, I'm full," and "Oh, I've already eaten."

In the last 18 months I've stopped seeing food for what it really is and have been inhaling and engulfing practically any food item that crosses my path. I've stopped THINKING of what I'm eating and I'm just eating for the sake of eating. I've stopped truly enjoying food. I've stopped savoring each delicious bite and morel. I've stopped looking forward to having a yummy delicious meal. I now dread going out to dinner because I know that I will be completely out of control.

What bothers me most is that I've let myself go completely in terms of keeping off the weight I lost 9 years ago. When I originally dropped the 23lbs I promised myself that I would never allow myself to put it back on. I did really well for awhile, but ultimately I put the weight back on and even exceeded the weight I was when I was at my heaviest.

Yucky. Yucky. Yucky.

I've been dying to blog about this, but too ashamed to admit it. I realized that the first step in overcoming my shame is admitting what I've been up to. And oh I've been up to quite a bit - ice cream, cake, steaks, cheeses, heavy sauces, fried food, french fries, pizza, booze - I've had it all. Unfortunately it has not been in moderation resulting in the added weight.

I longer wish to have my picture taken because I can see those 23lbs all over my face.

Actually - 21 lbs - I can't forgot about those two lame pounds.

Now that I've gotten all this off my chest (which HASN'T been affected by the weight gain dammit) I'm ready to commit to losing the 21 lbs before the wedding because as my sister says:

"Pictures are forever."

Thanks Kristina.

Let the losing begin......

Stoned Maybe?

I noticed something odd today during my work travels.

While waiting to take a left hand turn onto a very busy street, I noticed an African American man standing completely still in front of a mail box. In his hands he held a medium sized white envelope. He caught my attention because he would look at the envelope, then look at the mailbox, then look at the mailbox, then back down to the envelope and I thought to myself:

"What on earth is this man doing?"

He looked down at the envelope one last time before pulling open the mailbox mouth thingy. Once he had pulled down the latch, he looked into the mailbox mouth thingy for a few seconds before he slid the envelope in. He then closed the mailbox mouth thingy and proceeded to stare at the mailbox for a good 20 seconds before he slowly turned to his right and began slowly walking down the sidewalk.

"What is he looking at?"

Yes, at this point I'm STILL waiting to take my left hand turn.

I couldn't help but wonder what was this man mailing? Why was he so hesitant to put the white envelope into the mailbox?

I finally took my left hand turn and drove past the man. He had a glazed look on his face and absolutely no expression.

I wonder what he was mailing....any thoughts?

Bad Blogger

I've been extremely blog neglectful as of late.

I'm such a slacker.

And it's not that I've had anything of excitement going on. It's been pretty much all the same - work, spin, walk Simon, housework - lather, rinse, repeat.

I need to add some "umph" to my routine - because my life is becoming just that. Routine.

You heard it here first - adding some UMPH as of tomorrow - vowing to blog at least 3 times a week.

Any suggestions on adding UMPH?