A Good Day!

Yesterday was the definition of a good day!  I woke up, granted I felt exhausted from my great weekend, but still, I woke up and it felt like the day was mine entirely.  I stayed on track for calories, didn’t let myself sneak any snacks, and broke a tremendous sweat on the stair master after 25 minutes of soul crushing climbing.

I finished the night off with *gasp* Taco John’s, but opted for a lighter version of the epic Grilled Burrito (I got some knock off one that was 550 calories).  I shared my potato ole’s with the dogs, tossed out over half the cheese cup, and mentally patted myself on the back for my success.  Today has been just about as good, if not for the tons of sodium I had during lunch, but hey, that’s lunch, this is life, and I’m moving on!

No gym tonight, but I’m hoping to try out one of those “at home DVD’s” … although the list of available workouts is kind of staggering!  Anyone have any good ideas for the at home workouts?  Anyone?  Buhler?…

Anyways, I’ll be looking at the 30 day shred hopefully tomorrow AM, we’ll see, 6:00 seems to creep up way to quickly for my taste, but it’s either that or the definition of hell after work: car wash, grocery store, home , gym, home, dinner, bed.  I hate nights like that!

Well, I am off to to practice my cardiovascular and pulmonary exercises (aka singing) tonight, so this fat lady is singing “I’m out!”

Blind and Hearing, Or Deaf and Seeing?

Today’s daily writing prompt is 

If you had to choose between being able to write a blog (but not read others’) and being able to read others’ blogs (but not write your own), which would you pick? Why?

This is such a basic question, yet so hard to answer.  Do I feel more fulfilled being able to reach out to hundreds of people?  Or do I feel like I gain so much from reading others’ blogs?  The truth is, both.  To me, this is like being given the choice of going blind, but being able to hear, or going deaf, but being able to see still.  Which sense would I rather lose?  Life is amazing with either, but with both combined it becomes a symphony instead of a simple orchestra, a three act play rather than a puppet show.

It could also be questioned “Would you rather read, or write?”  How interesting would it be to take this as another way.  If you were trapped on a desert island with food and water, would you rather have an endless supply of pens and paper, or an endless supply of books?

For me, I feel that I must gain more by reading others’ blogs.  There are so many opinions out there that are different than mine, or different from eachother’s that I’d much rather see those rather than feel as though my posts are more important than others.  However, this brings about another conundrum.  What if everyone chose to read rather than write their blogs anymore?  Before you know it, the blog-world is a vast emptiness of people looking to read and having nothing new to read about.

I believe there must be a precise balance of bloggers and readers, and for that reason, I truly hope there are those who realize their insights and writings are worth reading to us all, and that there are others who don’t care about what others say and only want to put their opinion out there, for without these minds and blogs, the blog-world would be a dull place indeed.

100 carbs of apathy on the wall…and a Sears Plus card

So yesterday I was bad, and today, I didn’t jump on the scale.  Instead, I’m laying on my couch as my dogs run amuck in the living room, one of whom keeps dropping a ball under various pieces of furniture (thanks Dante, you’re an ass).

Yesterday was a kind of stressful day for me, mostly because my tennis elbow is flaming on like the Human Torch and I was trying to be extremely productive at work. My husband and I went to Applebee’s for lunch, and I’m embarrassed to say I crushed a solid 50 carbs (exactly, actually) by eating the “Roast Beef and Bacon Mushroom Melt” and “French Onion Soup” in their little lunch combo thing…no I didn’t realize it was 50g of carbs until this morning, but it still wouldn’t have stopped me.  That sandwich should have its own religion.  So we get done with lunch, and my day is significantly improving, so I decide “Let’s go to Sears (right next door) so I can try on some sexy new jeans!”  My husband is extremely supportive, so he agrees, and off we go.

My day then goes back to shit, starting with an evil biatch at Sears who didn’t want to accept my credit card, saying it was only for “Major appliance purchases”.  It didn’t help that her English sucked-ed-ed-ed…can I emphasize that any more?  Probably not.  Now, normally I’m not a heinous bitch to customer service folks, but this woman was standing between me and a pair of Junior size pants that I could ACTUALLY fit in again…and a super cute pair of new pants to replace the army which are turning into parachute pants…It took me less than 3 minutes to ask for a manager, and as the woman smugly said “alright then” I knew I was going to win this one.  The manager came over, and the clerk actually started arguing with the manager when she asked “Well, did you try seeing if it would accept the card as payment?”  The woman actually responded with “Well I know it would work, but it’s not supposed to because it’s for a major appliances only, Ma’am, would you like to open a normal sears charge card?” At this point I pretty much lost it…I won’t lie…I was that evil bitch no customer service person likes to deal with.  “No,” I replied. “There is no way I’m opening another card, when for the past three years, everyone else has accepted this card, and this is the first time I have ever heard of this card only being for major appliances.  Are you telling me every other person who has ever cashed me out has been wrong?”.  And yeah, I baited her, but she still was dumb enough to say “Yes.”

Thank god, another customer came over in that moment and the clerk had to turn around to help them.  While looking at my Driver’s License for confirmation, the manager quickly checked me out and apologized for any inconvenience, stating she knew the card would work, and has seen other managers accept it as well.  I’m hoping the clerk gets some additional customer training because hers kind of sucked.

We return to work, and I’m bombarded with a huge task that actually makes me break out into a sweat I feel so overwhelmed.  It’s an area that I don’t have much experience in, a huge project, and a crazy fast deadline.  My arm is killing me (stupid elbow) by 3:00 and I just want to curl up into a ball and die.  We get off work, go to Walmart (yes I’m going to hell, I know), and get our groceries, at which point my husband makes the executive decision of getting me one of those tennis elbow support braces that look like a sweatband with a dishwashing detergent pouch stuck inside of it.

We get home, and I find out my youngest (Nero), who is a moron (dog) managed to not only take, but puncture as well, my ice pack which I used last night on my elbow.  Good news is, the dog isn’t dead.  12 hours later he’s still kicking.  My night improved, but I still had Taco Bell for dinner, which was another 48g of carbs (my bad) which I had thought would be better than McDonalds, did you know I was wrong?  Jesus, I could have had a Grilled Chicken Sandwich for almost 20 fewer grams of carbs, hardly any additional calories, and an additional 16g of protein!  Lesson learned.

Now, I just have to find a way to not dream about that damn sandwich…

Why is re-starting a diet so damn hard???


I promise I try to be good, every single day, but it feels like I’m a smoker who’s going to quit, and I quit every day, only to light back up after breakfast the next morning.

I say “I’m back on my diet” as I reach for a soft shell taco at a local restaurant.  “I know what I’m doing” as I reheat my leftover Chinese food for dinner.  “It’s ok,” I say, “It has chicken and a lot of veggies in it, and I’m not eating all the Spicy Brown Sauce.”

Even to my own ears the excuses seem to fall flat, obvious in their attempt at justification.

“I’ll restock on healthy food when I get paid, my shelves are bare from me being gone for a week.” seems to be translating into “I’ll start tomorrow.” and I have to wonder, how many “tomorrow’s” will there be before the scale starts to go up again?

I fought tooth and nail to get down to 162, and although as of yesterday I was below that, I didn’t weigh myself this morning, and deep down I think I know why:

My head is firmly buried in the sand

Have you ever known you were gaining weight, or cheating on a diet, so you avoid the scale?  It’s like keeping your eyes closed at a scary movie.  Everything is happening anyway, but you don’t want to see it.

Today I will try again, and yes, I am out of my GNC shakes, and my Wonderslim is depressingly low, but that is no excuse not to TRY.

PS, my 110 lb dog, Dante, says hello, and…

He is such a sweetheart that one.  And yes, he is a Husky mix, here he is:

Yes really, that’s him…kind of funny that I’m pretty sure he doesn’t think he is fat, either, and it makes total sense his head is buried in the snow…

Today I will bring my cinnamon vanilla cereal to work and snack on it if I get hungry.  It has 15g of protein and only 4g carbs in a baggie.  I will also eat my soup that is at work, another 15g protein and about 6g of net carbs.  Finally, I will drink my 80 ounces of water today, I swear, I will…try.

With that being said, I’ve held myself accountable to the world, and left it all out there, so to speak, and now I go to start my day anew.

Scan a pic scan a pic scan a pic crash!

So last night, a friend of ours needed some help doing a promotional video, which would end up being a job application (they asked for one specifically)…I had been busy scanning my family photos to have a digital copy for my trip to the black hills this weekend, and then it happened.  The guys asked for my expertise.

I thought back to the months of tutorials I’ve been doing at my new job (which I totally love, btw) and gave him all the tips and tricks of my trade.  It is gratifying to realize that I’ve gotten so much better at doing my tutorials that I make it look easy.  So at about 11:30 I decided to go back in and try to scan more photos, the boys left to run a quick errand, and by 12:00 (yeah, the midnight kind) I was realizing that I was re-scanning the same photo 3 times…That was indicative of “time to go to bed” for me.  I toddle off to bed only to realize I was missing my husband…whoops?

Our dog, banished from the bedroom

Fast forward to 5:00AM, didn’t realize my alarm clock had reset and it was showing 5:00PM…let my dogs out and then back in, close the bedroom door thinking both are in there with us…only to find out at 7:30AM(PM) that we left our older dog in the main part of the house…when he started barking at the door… (7:30 is breakfast time).  Actually, he saved the day, because my alarm was not going to go off for another 11 and a half hours…so Thank You Dante, you saved me from being super late to work.

I suppose it’s time to start my work day…only 36 hours until our Shinedown concert at the Sioux Empire Fair, then another 12 hours until leaving for Sturgis…the week of chaos is nearly upon us!!!