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Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
You're Not The Boss Of Me Now
I woke up this morning, thinking about food.
Well, to be fair, I fell asleep last night, thinking about food. As usual. And like I said, I woke up this morning - thinking,
"Oh boy, what's in my fridge...I'm starving." (and no, I'm not really starving. I'm to fat to be starving to death, trust me.) Anyway, I raced downstairs to find me some food and the most amazing thing happened.
I stopped and actually thought about what I was going to eat.
And that, my friends - is a miracle. Not a small one either.
I read a post a few days ago at Waisting Time. One of her readers asked her a question - basically, 'what are your goals?' It was a good question, and to be honest - I don't really have any goals other than "Be skinny, dammit!" But one of her responses was this:
I want to control food instead of food controlling me.
And I thought - Woah. Seriously. Not only does food control me, it whips me and beats me and owns my every action. Really - everything I do is based on food. Like, if I have money and want to go out, my brain automatically starts listing my favorite restaurants and what their menus are. What foods haven't I been able to eat lately and which are my favorite ones. I don't think about movies, or bookstores or even clothes shopping. I think about food first.
Or, if I'm depressed I run to the fridge and see what goodies it may be hiding. And I look forward to Holiday feasts with a fervor that is not completely normal.
It only gets worse. I will go to the kitchen, grab the easiest thing to eat (for example..a bag of candy, chips, cookies...get the picture?) and eat a whole bag/sleeve/carton. Then I look down and see an empty bag/box in my hand - it feels like I'm coming out of a small coma - and I think to myself - "Holy crap. Did I really just eat that??" I don't even remember. It's scary.
And eating just one. Or two. Or five of anything is a joke in my house. That's one of the main dieting tips, right? Eat just a few? HA. If I eat one, it usually means I'm going to eat them all. The whole bag. The whole carton. The whole box. There is absolutely zero amount of self control going on here.
So, is food my boss. Yup. But that's got to change. Fortunately for me, I actually thought about it this morning before I ate anything. So I'm going to try and plan out my eating for the whole day. Maybe tattoo it on my forehead. Or my butt - there's more room there.
Anyway, today I start controlling food. I'm going to fire food as my boss. Or technically, I guess I quit - since you can't fire a boss. Hmm, not sure how that works since I've never been a boss...but I'm the boss now! Of food! And I fire it! Wait. I need some food...
Oh crap. Well, I guess I'm just going to start thinking about what I eat and being more careful. No more food marathons at midnight and no more scarfing before thinking.
So now it's time to go make my breakfast (2 over medium eggs on wheat toast and cottage cheese) and be healthy today. About time too, because I'm starving....
Well, to be fair, I fell asleep last night, thinking about food. As usual. And like I said, I woke up this morning - thinking,
"Oh boy, what's in my fridge...I'm starving." (and no, I'm not really starving. I'm to fat to be starving to death, trust me.) Anyway, I raced downstairs to find me some food and the most amazing thing happened.
I stopped and actually thought about what I was going to eat.
And that, my friends - is a miracle. Not a small one either.
I read a post a few days ago at Waisting Time. One of her readers asked her a question - basically, 'what are your goals?' It was a good question, and to be honest - I don't really have any goals other than "Be skinny, dammit!" But one of her responses was this:
I want to control food instead of food controlling me.
And I thought - Woah. Seriously. Not only does food control me, it whips me and beats me and owns my every action. Really - everything I do is based on food. Like, if I have money and want to go out, my brain automatically starts listing my favorite restaurants and what their menus are. What foods haven't I been able to eat lately and which are my favorite ones. I don't think about movies, or bookstores or even clothes shopping. I think about food first.
Or, if I'm depressed I run to the fridge and see what goodies it may be hiding. And I look forward to Holiday feasts with a fervor that is not completely normal.
It only gets worse. I will go to the kitchen, grab the easiest thing to eat (for example..a bag of candy, chips, cookies...get the picture?) and eat a whole bag/sleeve/carton. Then I look down and see an empty bag/box in my hand - it feels like I'm coming out of a small coma - and I think to myself - "Holy crap. Did I really just eat that??" I don't even remember. It's scary.
And eating just one. Or two. Or five of anything is a joke in my house. That's one of the main dieting tips, right? Eat just a few? HA. If I eat one, it usually means I'm going to eat them all. The whole bag. The whole carton. The whole box. There is absolutely zero amount of self control going on here.
So, is food my boss. Yup. But that's got to change. Fortunately for me, I actually thought about it this morning before I ate anything. So I'm going to try and plan out my eating for the whole day. Maybe tattoo it on my forehead. Or my butt - there's more room there.
Anyway, today I start controlling food. I'm going to fire food as my boss. Or technically, I guess I quit - since you can't fire a boss. Hmm, not sure how that works since I've never been a boss...but I'm the boss now! Of food! And I fire it! Wait. I need some food...
Oh crap. Well, I guess I'm just going to start thinking about what I eat and being more careful. No more food marathons at midnight and no more scarfing before thinking.
So now it's time to go make my breakfast (2 over medium eggs on wheat toast and cottage cheese) and be healthy today. About time too, because I'm starving....
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Catching Up
Huh. Been a while.
Between the holidays, babysitting and my all important video gaming, I've been to busy for blogging. But I'm trying to force myself back to some semi-normal habits.
Such as...cleaning the house. Or...playing with my son. Or...taking down the christmas tree. Yeah, that's still up. I've been uber lazy. It's sad.
I've been pretty depressed lately. It's something I struggle with on a regular basis, and it usually hit me pretty hard around this time. Mostly because I miss Christmas, and partly because it's so damn dark outside all the time. This year, it's because I'm broke and I'm waiting for our college/tax/tap money. Then we'll be rolling in the dough and I can take a little vacation/road trip to boost my spirits. Looking forward to that!
Until then, I've just gotta stick around the house andplay my video games clean the house.
Between the holidays, babysitting and my all important video gaming, I've been to busy for blogging. But I'm trying to force myself back to some semi-normal habits.
Such as...cleaning the house. Or...playing with my son. Or...taking down the christmas tree. Yeah, that's still up. I've been uber lazy. It's sad.
I've been pretty depressed lately. It's something I struggle with on a regular basis, and it usually hit me pretty hard around this time. Mostly because I miss Christmas, and partly because it's so damn dark outside all the time. This year, it's because I'm broke and I'm waiting for our college/tax/tap money. Then we'll be rolling in the dough and I can take a little vacation/road trip to boost my spirits. Looking forward to that!
Until then, I've just gotta stick around the house and
On Sleep, The Lack Thereof, and being a Good Girl.
I always have the best ideas for a post.
In the middle of the night.
I'll be half asleep, and pop awake with a gem of a post idea. I will tell myself to remember it, repeat it to myself 15 times, and then promptly forget about it as soon as I fall back asleep. When I wake up in the morning - I'm left with this vague feeling that I did something awesome yesterday, but I just can't quite grasp what it was.
And when I sit down to the keyboard and try to post something - I draw a huge fat blank. Usually I give up and write nothing. (Hence my month - (months?) - long absences)
But, I'm trying to post regularly, and I'm trying to get back on track.
Back on track. Hah. If I could find a way to type out 'snort and chuckle' on the computer, I would.
It's not that I don't try, I really do. I went out a few days ago for a food run, and got myself the Good Girl Subway Sub.
(i.e. Roast chicken on wheat, no cheese, all green veggies, hold the mayo and substitute mustard please.)
And then yesterday, I go out with my sister and manage to scarf 3 Jr. bacons and a large Chili with cheese.Yum! I mean, Bad Flabby McGee, BAD. Not to mention I can't seem to get near a gym. Although - to be fair - I'm sure there's an anti fat chick force field around the whole thing, repelling us chubbies by the dozens.
(I was looking for a picture of a cheeseburger - but they all made me hungry. So I stopped torturing myself.)
Still. I can't give up. I'd like to, but I can't. So I'm going to try again. Right now. I went shopping for all my Good Girl foods and I'm currently starving. I forgot to eat again.
In the middle of the night.
I'll be half asleep, and pop awake with a gem of a post idea. I will tell myself to remember it, repeat it to myself 15 times, and then promptly forget about it as soon as I fall back asleep. When I wake up in the morning - I'm left with this vague feeling that I did something awesome yesterday, but I just can't quite grasp what it was.
And when I sit down to the keyboard and try to post something - I draw a huge fat blank. Usually I give up and write nothing. (Hence my month - (months?) - long absences)
But, I'm trying to post regularly, and I'm trying to get back on track.
Back on track. Hah. If I could find a way to type out 'snort and chuckle' on the computer, I would.
It's not that I don't try, I really do. I went out a few days ago for a food run, and got myself the Good Girl Subway Sub.
And then yesterday, I go out with my sister and manage to scarf 3 Jr. bacons and a large Chili with cheese.
(I was looking for a picture of a cheeseburger - but they all made me hungry. So I stopped torturing myself.)
Still. I can't give up. I'd like to, but I can't. So I'm going to try again. Right now. I went shopping for all my Good Girl foods and I'm currently starving. I forgot to eat again.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Back Again
So, looking back at my blog - I apparently fell off the face of the earth. I don't know why I do that, just disappear for months on end. I guess my only excuse is lack of inspiration. I always feel like every thing I write should be witty and intelligent, and I don't always feel witty or intelligent. But I digress.
I woke up this morning at 5am, and after snarfing 4 scrambled eggs and 4 pieces of toast, I found a list of successful weight loss blogs on yahoo. I paused for a moment and thought "Holy Crap. I used to have a weight loss blog. Wonder what happened to it? Is it still there, do people still love me?" Lo and behold here I am, with a flash of inspiration to boot. Whoda thunkit.
Where am I at? Well, I'm not at the gym, cuz I'm all Flabby McGee again with a whopping 319 pounds. I make myself sad. But I have decided to stop whining and moaning about it all and suck it up. I may mess up over and over (and over and over) but I'm gonna pick myself back up one more time and work on the whole getting healthy thing.
Well, here I am. Trying. Again. And in typical Flabby fashion, we'll just have to see how this all works out. Resetting the weight counter, and getting off my duff now. See ya later.
I woke up this morning at 5am, and after snarfing 4 scrambled eggs and 4 pieces of toast, I found a list of successful weight loss blogs on yahoo. I paused for a moment and thought "Holy Crap. I used to have a weight loss blog. Wonder what happened to it? Is it still there, do people still love me?" Lo and behold here I am, with a flash of inspiration to boot. Whoda thunkit.
Where am I at? Well, I'm not at the gym, cuz I'm all Flabby McGee again with a whopping 319 pounds. I make myself sad. But I have decided to stop whining and moaning about it all and suck it up. I may mess up over and over (and over and over) but I'm gonna pick myself back up one more time and work on the whole getting healthy thing.
Well, here I am. Trying. Again. And in typical Flabby fashion, we'll just have to see how this all works out. Resetting the weight counter, and getting off my duff now. See ya later.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Zombie Stuff Tribute
I love Zombies. I have this weird fascination with all things Zombie. So, because it's soon Halloween and an appropriate time for it, I thought I'd list my fave Zombie Stuff.
Why Zombies? I don't know. I have this fascination with the world ending and everyone having to survive. I mean, what would it be like to have to grab a bag and run? Travelling from place to place, finding the other survivors. I guess I'm more of a survivalist enthusiast more then anything, but I still like my Zombies.
So, Zombie things I like -
Zombie Book:
Eh, some people like Max Brooks. He wrote the Zombie Survival Guide, and World War Z. it's more of a diary style type writing, and I'm not a huge fan of that. I was in Barnes &Noble and found a highly amusing zombie book, written by Jesse Petersen. Totally awesome, I loved it. it's hard to find a good zombie book. They're all usually depressing, or over written. This was neither. Witty, funny, awesome story. Which I hear is going to be a series. Woot!
Zombie Comic:
This thing gets it's own spot because, technically - it's not a book. It's a comic. I'm not a huge fan of the Marvel Zombies. I don't don't like to think of Wolverine as a zombie. Especially since I named my son after Wolverine, so maybe there's some negative connotations there. Anyway, I've read the black and white graphic novel versions, up to number 12. They're awesome. The perfect depiction of life after Zombies. I love that it's a series, so I can follow these people. Personally, I hope they don't get to reconstructed and fortified, because I love me a good zombie scare and chase. Which brings me to my next selection,
Zombie TV:
All I have to say is, it's about time they put Zombies on TV. I mean, it's nice to have a movie about them - how it happened, the outbreak, the survivors, the rescue. But what happens after the rescue? How do they continue to survive? I want to know -- and hopefully this series lives up to it's expectations and delivers a solid continuing zombie storyline. Unfortunately, I no longer have cable, so I can't make this a big Halloween Night Event, like me and my family wanted. I am very upset about that, but I'm broke. So - here's to hoping they post it online. I'm sure I can find crappy copies on you tube for a few days if I absolutely have to.
Zombie Game:
This one was hard, but I've managed to pick one. I like the Dead Rising series, absolutely love the Left 4 Dead games - but if I have to pick one, I'm picking the original Resident Evil. There was nothing so freaky (back in the day...) than opening the doors in the mansion not know what was behind it. I was truly disappointed that the first Resident Evil movie wasn't IN the mansion. I loved that game. It was creepy - anyone remember that loooong creepy hallway with all the pictures on the walls, and dead leaves on the ground? That was back in the day when games were about gaming, not graphics.
Zombie Movie:
Again, a hard choice. But when it comes right down to it, I seem to gravitate more towards the modern zombie. An escape is an escape only if something is chasing you. It's hard to be scared of slow zombies groaning "blargh" while you skip and dodge around them. Maybe it's just my generation. Anyway, I absolutely adore 28 Days Later. What a movie. The waking up alone, walking the deserted streets of London in hospital scrubs...epic. I love the whole plot, the story, the degeneration of humanity...love it all. Hmm...possibly a good Halloween substitute, since I have no cable......
I have to throw in a second favorite, only because I've seen it at least 5 times since it came out. Me and my husband watch it all the time. Zombieland. This movie fits more in the zom-rom-com genre than anything else, but it still gets my 2 thumbs up. Or more. I mean. Bill Murray, zombie rules, Woody Harrelson with guns, zombie kill of the week? Come on! Fantastic stuff!!! It even trumped Shaun of The Dead - if only by the slightest margin.
So, there you have it. My favorite Zombie things. For some fun, I'm leaving this most hilarious little video for you to watch. Enjoy!
Why Zombies? I don't know. I have this fascination with the world ending and everyone having to survive. I mean, what would it be like to have to grab a bag and run? Travelling from place to place, finding the other survivors. I guess I'm more of a survivalist enthusiast more then anything, but I still like my Zombies.
So, Zombie things I like -
Zombie Book:
Eh, some people like Max Brooks. He wrote the Zombie Survival Guide, and World War Z. it's more of a diary style type writing, and I'm not a huge fan of that. I was in Barnes &Noble and found a highly amusing zombie book, written by Jesse Petersen. Totally awesome, I loved it. it's hard to find a good zombie book. They're all usually depressing, or over written. This was neither. Witty, funny, awesome story. Which I hear is going to be a series. Woot!
Zombie Comic:
This thing gets it's own spot because, technically - it's not a book. It's a comic. I'm not a huge fan of the Marvel Zombies. I don't don't like to think of Wolverine as a zombie. Especially since I named my son after Wolverine, so maybe there's some negative connotations there. Anyway, I've read the black and white graphic novel versions, up to number 12. They're awesome. The perfect depiction of life after Zombies. I love that it's a series, so I can follow these people. Personally, I hope they don't get to reconstructed and fortified, because I love me a good zombie scare and chase. Which brings me to my next selection,
Zombie TV:
All I have to say is, it's about time they put Zombies on TV. I mean, it's nice to have a movie about them - how it happened, the outbreak, the survivors, the rescue. But what happens after the rescue? How do they continue to survive? I want to know -- and hopefully this series lives up to it's expectations and delivers a solid continuing zombie storyline. Unfortunately, I no longer have cable, so I can't make this a big Halloween Night Event, like me and my family wanted. I am very upset about that, but I'm broke. So - here's to hoping they post it online. I'm sure I can find crappy copies on you tube for a few days if I absolutely have to.
Zombie Game:
This one was hard, but I've managed to pick one. I like the Dead Rising series, absolutely love the Left 4 Dead games - but if I have to pick one, I'm picking the original Resident Evil. There was nothing so freaky (back in the day...) than opening the doors in the mansion not know what was behind it. I was truly disappointed that the first Resident Evil movie wasn't IN the mansion. I loved that game. It was creepy - anyone remember that loooong creepy hallway with all the pictures on the walls, and dead leaves on the ground? That was back in the day when games were about gaming, not graphics.
Zombie Movie:
Again, a hard choice. But when it comes right down to it, I seem to gravitate more towards the modern zombie. An escape is an escape only if something is chasing you. It's hard to be scared of slow zombies groaning "blargh" while you skip and dodge around them. Maybe it's just my generation. Anyway, I absolutely adore 28 Days Later. What a movie. The waking up alone, walking the deserted streets of London in hospital scrubs...epic. I love the whole plot, the story, the degeneration of humanity...love it all. Hmm...possibly a good Halloween substitute, since I have no cable......
I have to throw in a second favorite, only because I've seen it at least 5 times since it came out. Me and my husband watch it all the time. Zombieland. This movie fits more in the zom-rom-com genre than anything else, but it still gets my 2 thumbs up. Or more. I mean. Bill Murray, zombie rules, Woody Harrelson with guns, zombie kill of the week? Come on! Fantastic stuff!!! It even trumped Shaun of The Dead - if only by the slightest margin.
So, there you have it. My favorite Zombie things. For some fun, I'm leaving this most hilarious little video for you to watch. Enjoy!
Monday, October 18, 2010
The Never Ending Week
Wow.
That sums up my week. Things have been so crazy insane, it's....well, insane.
Things started a few weeks ago, my brother had some pain. He has loads of kidney stones just waiting to be popped out, so we knew what the problem was. We still went to the emergency room for some pain medication for him. It took him the whole weekend, - and then some - to pass it. Not fun.
Things were ok that week. Until last Sunday. The whole family went to the pumpkin farm, a yearly tradition. Had a great day, went thru the corn maze, had a hayride, bought some candy apples. We went home and I took asmall big nap. So, as soon as I think I'm going to have a nice relaxing night - my sister Lissa calls, she's in a lot of pain and needs to go to the ER.
Since it was late, and we knew we'd be there a long time, her husband stayed home with the kids, and I went with her. Sure enough, about 6 hours later we found out she had some ovarian cysts. We went home, and I passed out at about 5am. Since I had to watch me niece, Rosie, that Monday - my hubby promised to get my son on the bus at 8am so I could get some sleep. At 9:30 - he wakes me up and tells my my sister, Britta is here. I was a little surprised, because she wasn't supposed to be there until 10:30. She tells me she's having pain and she needs to go to the ER. So....off we go, and my hubby watched my niece.
And, once again - 6 hours later, we find out that this sister, too - has ovarian cysts. Pain meds, get rest, blah, blah, blah, and we go home. I take another nap and try and relax.
And then I wake up Tuesday morning with a migraine. Not a little one, a nice big 'you must stay in bad all day with an ice pack on your head' kind of migraine. Not fun. So - that was Tuesday.
Wednesday night, my sister, Lissa, calls me again and says she's having breathing problems and stomach problems. She ends up calling 911 and they take her by ambulance to the ER. Guess who follows? C'mon, one guess? Ok, it was me. We're there another 7 hours before they decide nothing is wrong with her, except maybe some indigestion problems. Maalox, Pepto Bismol, get some rest, blah, blah, blah, and we go home.
Thursday - I settle down, looking forward to an evening of World of Warcraft, and some snacks. Nope, not to be. My sister Lissa calls me, tells me my mom has a really big migraine and needs to go to the ER. So....another trip to the ER for me. I'm beginning to think the universe hates me. We're there 8 hours - I kid you not. They give her pain meds, strong drugs and it takes away her migraine. Cat scan is good, so - yup, you guessed it - we go home. Again, I'm supposed to watch my niece Rosie at 10:30am, and I didn't get to sleep until 7 am. My husband decides to watch the girl so I can sleep.
So, I sleep till 2pm. I needed it. I finish watching Rosie and try to relax. Then my sister Lissa calls, ends up calling 911 again and going to the ER. She broke out in this really bad rash, and had breathing problems. Thankfully it was a short trip this time and we found that she was having really severe anxiety attacks. They gave her a Valium and she was konked out by the time we got home.
Because I had no time to relax all week, I decided to stay up really late and play some games. So I stay up until 5 am and sleep late. I wake up at about 9 with another migraine. Which sucks, because Saturday was my best friends 40th birthday party. I try to sleep and my hubby wakes me up with a phone call from my mother, she was concerned about Lissa. I was ticked b/c I was tired of family emergencies and had a migraine. I finally got some sleep, got rid of the majority of the headache and went to the party. The headache didn't go away until 11pm that night. It was a really long day.
Then Sunday I get to sleep in, relax and play my game. And Lissa went to the ER again. Then Luke wakes up Monday morning passing a kidney stone. And though I didn't go to the ER for these things, it's still a little nerve wracking.
In conclusion - I have had a BUSY few weeks. Let's cross our fingers for a better one.
That sums up my week. Things have been so crazy insane, it's....well, insane.
Things started a few weeks ago, my brother had some pain. He has loads of kidney stones just waiting to be popped out, so we knew what the problem was. We still went to the emergency room for some pain medication for him. It took him the whole weekend, - and then some - to pass it. Not fun.
Things were ok that week. Until last Sunday. The whole family went to the pumpkin farm, a yearly tradition. Had a great day, went thru the corn maze, had a hayride, bought some candy apples. We went home and I took a
Since it was late, and we knew we'd be there a long time, her husband stayed home with the kids, and I went with her. Sure enough, about 6 hours later we found out she had some ovarian cysts. We went home, and I passed out at about 5am. Since I had to watch me niece, Rosie, that Monday - my hubby promised to get my son on the bus at 8am so I could get some sleep. At 9:30 - he wakes me up and tells my my sister, Britta is here. I was a little surprised, because she wasn't supposed to be there until 10:30. She tells me she's having pain and she needs to go to the ER. So....off we go, and my hubby watched my niece.
And, once again - 6 hours later, we find out that this sister, too - has ovarian cysts. Pain meds, get rest, blah, blah, blah, and we go home. I take another nap and try and relax.
And then I wake up Tuesday morning with a migraine. Not a little one, a nice big 'you must stay in bad all day with an ice pack on your head' kind of migraine. Not fun. So - that was Tuesday.
Wednesday night, my sister, Lissa, calls me again and says she's having breathing problems and stomach problems. She ends up calling 911 and they take her by ambulance to the ER. Guess who follows? C'mon, one guess? Ok, it was me. We're there another 7 hours before they decide nothing is wrong with her, except maybe some indigestion problems. Maalox, Pepto Bismol, get some rest, blah, blah, blah, and we go home.
Thursday - I settle down, looking forward to an evening of World of Warcraft, and some snacks. Nope, not to be. My sister Lissa calls me, tells me my mom has a really big migraine and needs to go to the ER. So....another trip to the ER for me. I'm beginning to think the universe hates me. We're there 8 hours - I kid you not. They give her pain meds, strong drugs and it takes away her migraine. Cat scan is good, so - yup, you guessed it - we go home. Again, I'm supposed to watch my niece Rosie at 10:30am, and I didn't get to sleep until 7 am. My husband decides to watch the girl so I can sleep.
So, I sleep till 2pm. I needed it. I finish watching Rosie and try to relax. Then my sister Lissa calls, ends up calling 911 again and going to the ER. She broke out in this really bad rash, and had breathing problems. Thankfully it was a short trip this time and we found that she was having really severe anxiety attacks. They gave her a Valium and she was konked out by the time we got home.
Because I had no time to relax all week, I decided to stay up really late and play some games. So I stay up until 5 am and sleep late. I wake up at about 9 with another migraine. Which sucks, because Saturday was my best friends 40th birthday party. I try to sleep and my hubby wakes me up with a phone call from my mother, she was concerned about Lissa. I was ticked b/c I was tired of family emergencies and had a migraine. I finally got some sleep, got rid of the majority of the headache and went to the party. The headache didn't go away until 11pm that night. It was a really long day.
Then Sunday I get to sleep in, relax and play my game. And Lissa went to the ER again. Then Luke wakes up Monday morning passing a kidney stone. And though I didn't go to the ER for these things, it's still a little nerve wracking.
In conclusion - I have had a BUSY few weeks. Let's cross our fingers for a better one.
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