It's only Thursday morning, but Thursday's used to be Friends night. Now all TV sucks, and especially since I found out on Sunday that they're cancelling The West Wing. Fuckers. Well, I guess we'll finally get to see if Josh and Donna get together. They damn well better.
The only other thing worth watching on TV, really, is The Office. I never saw the British version of it, but I surely do love this one. I can't believe how much I laugh at that show - it's so totally different - the looks the characters give the camera are just priceless. Very funny. Five Stars.
I've been watching American Idol, too. Still can't stop thinking that Simon Cowell is cute. I really like men who laugh and ... well, okay, stuck up a little bit. (so sue me.) Oh - yeah, I was just reminded of another guy that fits that bill - he was in ... shit, what movie was that - ..... some Christmas movie with Hugh Grant...(off to imdb.com I go....) Love, Actually. Yeah, that was it. The dude's name is Colin Firth.
I swear to God Short Decaf's little toy dump truck is possessed. You have to push a button or something to make it make these horrible noises, and three times tonight it's just decided to go off on it's own. It's freaking me out and pissing me off. I hate the sound of shrill little toys. Grrr. I think his Aunt got this one for him. Aren't aunties just wooooonderful??
So, anyway - I'm back down to 5mg of Lexapro. I just could not handle going up in dose. I don't know how I'll handle that with the PNP, but I doubt she'll be mad. Maybe there's a better medicine out there for me? I just don't know what to do about it.
I've finally lost a few pounds, too - putting my total at 10. I am feeling pretty good about that, and hoping that the scale is kind in the morning when I approach it once again.
Grande FINALLY allowed me to cut his hair. He really, really needed it. I just trimmed it, and thinned it, and okay - made it so I can see his eyes, but really .... I didn't take much off. He had a HUGE head of hair and we could NEVER see his eyes. Ever. It was starting to get creepy.
Well, I guess our town just got a little less small. Well - in 2 1/2 hours anyway. In 2 1/2 hours Home Depot will be having their Grand Opening. yee. haw. I'm not a fan, but Venti sure fucking loves that store. Wal-Mart will be opening their doors at the end of the month. There goes the neighborhood. And, although not an ugly Wal-Mart, I still don't know if I'll be able to step foot in it. It just reminds me of....'scummy'. Big gnarly packs of people clogging the aisles trying to save a quarter on bar soap....or scrambling to reach the bin of plastic lawn ornaments shapes like bees - complete with spinning wings. (puke puke puke)
I. Am. So. Tired.
So, Venti is taking some sort of class at work. Yeah, they pay for it. Yeah, he gets a certificate or something if he passes the exam. I'm sure he will. He's pretty damn smart. I think I'm jealous that he gets to take classes. Of course, I'm too panicky to sit in a roomful of people and take a class. I'll get over that someday, though.
My sweet, adorable, perfect Short Decaf is going to be three years old next week. How is that possible? Didn't I JUST give birth to him? I want to go to the grocery store and order him a really, really cute cake. He's going to love the candles. I don't know what presents to get him (other than his first birthday-underwear LOL.) Only a mom. Geez.
Tall Decaf doesn't seem to be doing much lately. He's reading a book called Ritual,
a book that examines the reasons for having all the various Celtic festival rituals and the traditions surrounding them, along with the framework for having Druid rituals to begin with. (yeah, I didn't write that.) I think the next thing he wants to get more knowledgeable on is Ogham. (Ogham is sometimes referred to as the "Celtic Tree Alphabet.") He's such a good kid - and I am totally interested in helping him develop whatever interests he's got. As long as it's not another fucking video game.
I think I might try my hand at making my own infused oils (for cooking.) They're so expensive to buy, but maybe I could make some decent ones for less. Although, I want to use olive oil and that's not inexpensive at all. I need SOME sort of hobby!!!! Why do they all seem to cost money? I really, really ought to make exercise my hobby. Get off my fat butt and "just do it."
Well - that's all I've got...still wish Friends would be on tonight ... but at least The Office will be. I think.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Monday Is Over
I hate Monday's. Weekends are too short. I am being obvious. Ugh.
Haven't lost any weight at all in the past five days, and it's looking like tomorrow will be another non-losing day. I'm going to have to figure out what I'm doing wrong and fix it, otherwise I'll go off the diet completely.
The visits I had regarding my panic disorder over the weekend went pretty well. I'm not exactly sure what the psychologist wants me to do - I think he was just basically getting to know me. He didn't get to know much about me, but I did give him my website's URL - so now he'll know the whole story. The only thing I recall him wanting me to do was to exercise a little so I could start learning to not associate an elevated heart rate with a panic attack every time. Not as easy as it sounds.
The med check went well...Longest one of those I've ever had. She increased my Lexapro and is going to help me cut back on Xanax. I'll be glad if I can get to the point where I only take it as needed. I have to take 7.5mg of Lexapro for a week and then go to 10mg for a week and see how that ends up working out for me. I am having SERIOUS dosage increase anxiety. It's a total bitch that the startup side effects of these medicines that treat anxiety are...You guessed it...Anxiety. Lovely. I've been a total wreck, but I think that for the most part I'm hiding it pretty well. I hope, anyway.
We're now putting the whole house thing on the back burner while we fix some things on our credit. We only need five thousand dollars and we'll be in excellent shape credit-wise. Well, not excellent, but enough to get us a 100% loan at a more reasonable rate. I think we need $4,000 for fixing our credit and $1,000 for actual buying the house money. I just hope that in a few months when we've accomplished this that there are some decent priced - and nice - houses available. If not, I suppose we'll just wait until the right one comes along and by then we'll have even more saved up. Might have to move into an apartment for a few months - but that's okay. It sucks, it's the hard way, but in the long run it will pay off.
Now, how to make the $5,000. Maybe I can get my book that's 75% finished published. I'll have to work on that. I have my doubts, though. I hear it's hard to get published when you're not a "certified expert" in the field that you're writing about. How fucking retarded is that for a book like mine? It's personal experience...that should qualify me for a good publishing contract.
Okey dokey...gettin tired now. 2 AM - gee, wonder why? Short's already in bed after being lulled to sleep to the Thomas the Tank Engine show. That's such a mellow show for kids to watch - I love it for that reason - AND the fact that George Carlin does the narration. He's fucking hilarious.
Haven't lost any weight at all in the past five days, and it's looking like tomorrow will be another non-losing day. I'm going to have to figure out what I'm doing wrong and fix it, otherwise I'll go off the diet completely.
The visits I had regarding my panic disorder over the weekend went pretty well. I'm not exactly sure what the psychologist wants me to do - I think he was just basically getting to know me. He didn't get to know much about me, but I did give him my website's URL - so now he'll know the whole story. The only thing I recall him wanting me to do was to exercise a little so I could start learning to not associate an elevated heart rate with a panic attack every time. Not as easy as it sounds.
The med check went well...Longest one of those I've ever had. She increased my Lexapro and is going to help me cut back on Xanax. I'll be glad if I can get to the point where I only take it as needed. I have to take 7.5mg of Lexapro for a week and then go to 10mg for a week and see how that ends up working out for me. I am having SERIOUS dosage increase anxiety. It's a total bitch that the startup side effects of these medicines that treat anxiety are...You guessed it...Anxiety. Lovely. I've been a total wreck, but I think that for the most part I'm hiding it pretty well. I hope, anyway.
We're now putting the whole house thing on the back burner while we fix some things on our credit. We only need five thousand dollars and we'll be in excellent shape credit-wise. Well, not excellent, but enough to get us a 100% loan at a more reasonable rate. I think we need $4,000 for fixing our credit and $1,000 for actual buying the house money. I just hope that in a few months when we've accomplished this that there are some decent priced - and nice - houses available. If not, I suppose we'll just wait until the right one comes along and by then we'll have even more saved up. Might have to move into an apartment for a few months - but that's okay. It sucks, it's the hard way, but in the long run it will pay off.
Now, how to make the $5,000. Maybe I can get my book that's 75% finished published. I'll have to work on that. I have my doubts, though. I hear it's hard to get published when you're not a "certified expert" in the field that you're writing about. How fucking retarded is that for a book like mine? It's personal experience...that should qualify me for a good publishing contract.
Okey dokey...gettin tired now. 2 AM - gee, wonder why? Short's already in bed after being lulled to sleep to the Thomas the Tank Engine show. That's such a mellow show for kids to watch - I love it for that reason - AND the fact that George Carlin does the narration. He's fucking hilarious.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Mid-Week Blah
It's 2:30 on Thursday morning. Yesterday went pretty fast, and I was down another pound so that was good. I was really anxious for some reason, though. PMS probably. Short Decaf is watching the Carebear's Movie. I swear I never thought in a million years I would purposely put a Carebear's movie on my television, yet there it is in all it's idiocy entertaining my 2-year-old.
I cut Tall's hair last night - fucked it up pretty bad, but he seems to like it. I was bummed because when i cut it he seemed taller afterwards. :( I measured his height tonight and he's 5'9". I guess that's right on track for a 14 1/2 year old boy? I dunno. He's still taller than his older brother, which makes me wonder how tall Grande is going to end up being. When do boys stop growing taller, I wonder?
I should go to bed, but I ate something at 2 AM and don't ever feel good if I go to bed after I've eaten, so now I have to wait. I guess it's like waiting an hour before jumping in the pool after you've eaten. heh.
I'm not sure how things are looking with getting the loan for that house we really want. I think they're starting to look a tad dimmer - that's the impression I get, but I guess we'll know more today. The guy, Morgan, said that we'd know everything we needed to know yesterday - but that didn't happen. I hate when people over-promise and under-deliver. I hate when I do it, but I especially hate when other people do it. I just pisses me off.
Note to anyone on the Atkins diet...you WILL have to floss A LOT. (Just a random thought.)
Speaking of flossing a lot...it's getting awfully damn close to my dentist appointment on Saturday. I am SO not looking forward to that. I also have an appointment with the new therapist and the new med doctor on the same day - so it's going to be a busy three hours. At least it will all get done in one afternoon, I suppose. I'm sure Venti isn't looking forward to sitting around watching me get mentally examined for 2 hours and then sitting in a dentist's waiting room for an hour. Poor guy. Maybe he can score some free wireless off of somewhere and do some side-work. That'd be cool.
Damn, the movie is over. Now I have to find something not-too-loud to keep Short occupied. Maybe sleep? :) That's starting to sound good. NOW...if only the goddamn mother fucking answering machine in our bedroom doesn't wake me the fuck up tomorrow morning at some ungodly hour - that'd be just great.
(I put Thomas the Tank Engine on....WHEW...saved by trains!)
Woah...just got hit with one of those waves of I'M TIRED!!!! I'm sure it will pass quickly.
Well, I'm gonna go explore the low-carb forums and check my email, maybe write in my journal, and as soon as Thomas is over - BED.
I cut Tall's hair last night - fucked it up pretty bad, but he seems to like it. I was bummed because when i cut it he seemed taller afterwards. :( I measured his height tonight and he's 5'9". I guess that's right on track for a 14 1/2 year old boy? I dunno. He's still taller than his older brother, which makes me wonder how tall Grande is going to end up being. When do boys stop growing taller, I wonder?
I should go to bed, but I ate something at 2 AM and don't ever feel good if I go to bed after I've eaten, so now I have to wait. I guess it's like waiting an hour before jumping in the pool after you've eaten. heh.
I'm not sure how things are looking with getting the loan for that house we really want. I think they're starting to look a tad dimmer - that's the impression I get, but I guess we'll know more today. The guy, Morgan, said that we'd know everything we needed to know yesterday - but that didn't happen. I hate when people over-promise and under-deliver. I hate when I do it, but I especially hate when other people do it. I just pisses me off.
Note to anyone on the Atkins diet...you WILL have to floss A LOT. (Just a random thought.)
Speaking of flossing a lot...it's getting awfully damn close to my dentist appointment on Saturday. I am SO not looking forward to that. I also have an appointment with the new therapist and the new med doctor on the same day - so it's going to be a busy three hours. At least it will all get done in one afternoon, I suppose. I'm sure Venti isn't looking forward to sitting around watching me get mentally examined for 2 hours and then sitting in a dentist's waiting room for an hour. Poor guy. Maybe he can score some free wireless off of somewhere and do some side-work. That'd be cool.
Damn, the movie is over. Now I have to find something not-too-loud to keep Short occupied. Maybe sleep? :) That's starting to sound good. NOW...if only the goddamn mother fucking answering machine in our bedroom doesn't wake me the fuck up tomorrow morning at some ungodly hour - that'd be just great.
(I put Thomas the Tank Engine on....WHEW...saved by trains!)
Woah...just got hit with one of those waves of I'M TIRED!!!! I'm sure it will pass quickly.
Well, I'm gonna go explore the low-carb forums and check my email, maybe write in my journal, and as soon as Thomas is over - BED.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Not Much Progress
Well, six days ago I was down 7 pounds on my diet - and I've only lost another half of a pound. No clue what I'm doing wrong, but it's starting to piss me off. I guess I shouldn't be too pissed, though. At this rate I'd lose 15 pounds in one month. Not too shabby.
I think things are progressing on our buying a house. I'll know more tomorrow when the mortgage guy calls. We met him at his office and he gave us a free print-out of our credit history...more complete than I ever could have imagined. I don't have hideous credit, but it could stand to be cleaned up A LOT - that's for sure. If it was just a little better we'd get a lower interest rate, which would help tremendously.
We're looking at a house near a town called Keyport. I think that's a cool sounding name for a town. There is a subase there. Yes, it's subase, and not sub base. I don't know why. If we get this house we'd actually have a view of water - not anything fantastic - but like a small lake, but I'll take it!! The windows in the house are amazing, and if we can afford to remodel some things it could be a really, really incredible house some day.
Although, to be honest, I think it's adorable now.
Nothing else to report - seems I've been focused on house hunting and dieting, and that's about it.
I think things are progressing on our buying a house. I'll know more tomorrow when the mortgage guy calls. We met him at his office and he gave us a free print-out of our credit history...more complete than I ever could have imagined. I don't have hideous credit, but it could stand to be cleaned up A LOT - that's for sure. If it was just a little better we'd get a lower interest rate, which would help tremendously.
We're looking at a house near a town called Keyport. I think that's a cool sounding name for a town. There is a subase there. Yes, it's subase, and not sub base. I don't know why. If we get this house we'd actually have a view of water - not anything fantastic - but like a small lake, but I'll take it!! The windows in the house are amazing, and if we can afford to remodel some things it could be a really, really incredible house some day.
Although, to be honest, I think it's adorable now.
Nothing else to report - seems I've been focused on house hunting and dieting, and that's about it.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Spot The Fake Smile
BBC - Science & Nature - Human Body and Mind - Spot The Fake Smile
(This takes about 5 minutes.) I got like 9 out of 20. The second time I got 19/20. Of course, it's the same test the second time, but I swear I didn't remember what I had selected before :)
(This takes about 5 minutes.) I got like 9 out of 20. The second time I got 19/20. Of course, it's the same test the second time, but I swear I didn't remember what I had selected before :)
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Atkins is Working
As of yesterday morning I was down 7 pounds. That's in one week. I think that's pretty fucking good. Well - then again, if my scale was off - it might only be a 5-pound loss, but that's okay, too. I hate weighing myself - it's so fucking emotional.
I'm worried about you Xeno. Write to me, dammit.
Not sure which direction Venti and I are going to take with this whole buying a house venture. I think we should move cautiously even though I desperately want a house. I just don't want to rush into it and be unhappy for the next ten years because we didn't take our time. I know we have to move out of here by the end of July, but even getting an apartment will give us time to get our shit together, work out a savings plan and a budget, and be better prepared for buying a house when the right one comes along. Like Venti said tonight - maybe we should sink some money into a financial advisor and just say straight out that 'hey, look - neither of us have our fathers anymore so could you just kind of fill in that role and tell us where we're going wrong, and what to do about it?' I don't know - it's something to think about.
I will say that just thinking about buying a house is stressful. Owning one - yes, a dream come true, but the process sucks if you have very little to no money, as well as not exactly stellar credit.
I'm worried about you Xeno. Write to me, dammit.
Not sure which direction Venti and I are going to take with this whole buying a house venture. I think we should move cautiously even though I desperately want a house. I just don't want to rush into it and be unhappy for the next ten years because we didn't take our time. I know we have to move out of here by the end of July, but even getting an apartment will give us time to get our shit together, work out a savings plan and a budget, and be better prepared for buying a house when the right one comes along. Like Venti said tonight - maybe we should sink some money into a financial advisor and just say straight out that 'hey, look - neither of us have our fathers anymore so could you just kind of fill in that role and tell us where we're going wrong, and what to do about it?' I don't know - it's something to think about.
I will say that just thinking about buying a house is stressful. Owning one - yes, a dream come true, but the process sucks if you have very little to no money, as well as not exactly stellar credit.
Monday, January 09, 2006
Little Things I Love About My Husband
In no particular order, and certainly not complete...
Again - this is a partial list. I'm exhausted -- if I wasn't I'd write much more. And please note that this list does not contain the BIG things...like how much he loves me and the kids. I just think he's pretty damn wonderful all-around.
- Drakkar - he wears it so well. It makes me feel "home" just to sink my face into his chest and breathe it in.
- The way his hair falls over his forehead in a non-preppy, not pre-planned, just-perfect kind of way.
- His height. It's perfect.
- His love of his car - not that he loves the actual car, but the passion he has about it. That's really wonderful.
- His ability to cook really fucked up foods and get me to become addicted to them.
- The perfect way he takes his jacket off. It's a work of art.
- That he knows how to make me a cup of coffee for me better than I make it for myself.
- His incredible sense of knowing what will fit where, and whether or not it will look right.
- How strong he is.
- His thighs and his butt...(thank you all those years of skiing.)
- Patience. His incredible amount of patience for so many things - big and small.
- How he talks faster and his eyes get brighter when he talks about something he's excited about. (I'll use F5 as an example here.)
- How fast, and accurately, he types.
- His extreme intelligence. I've never met anyone smarter than him.
- His love and allegiance towards a few select books he's read and really enjoyed. Years later and he can quote them. I love that.
- A memory unlike anything I've ever encountered.
- (shhh...he's a great kisser!)
- I hate to admit this, but I love how knowledgeable he is about wine. It's downright sexy.
- That he loves how quirky I am. At least I think he does. Pink hair? He encouraged that.
- That he has no idea how charming he is.
- I love that he likes cats a lot. And I love how much thought he puts into naming them.
- That he never drinks out of the carton/bottle/container - that I see.
- His complete confidence behind the wheel of a car, and for avoiding a few really bad accidents because he never stops being aware of what others around him are doing.
- How much he loves this one certain old pair of boots.
- How safe I feel when I'm with him in any circumstance or situation. Even if I'm panicking - it would be ten times worse if he wasn't there. If we're on the ferry and it was sinking I truly believe he'd figure out how to keep us all alive. If any of us were being harrassed, I know he'd protect us.
- That he always thanks me for doing little things that nobody has ever thanked me for before.
- How he sings.
- How he found me right near his lucky number - and that he found me at all.
- That he wants to learn how to play golf some day.
- His Homer Simpson slippers. How cool are they?
Again - this is a partial list. I'm exhausted -- if I wasn't I'd write much more. And please note that this list does not contain the BIG things...like how much he loves me and the kids. I just think he's pretty damn wonderful all-around.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Does It Have to Have a Title?
Well, day three of the low carb diet is behind me. I was told to expect to lose between five and ten percent of my body weight the first two weeks. Sure sounds good to me. I am kind of annoyed that my weight went up when I weighed this morning. 1/2 of a pound increase? Not good for morale - but I will persevere. I didn't have as much salad or cheese today, which might have been a culprit in the non-weight loss.
I hope I'll have lost weight when I step on the scale tomorrow. Even just 1/2 of a pound. Something!!
Venti and I got into a bit of an argument earlier today over something stupid in an email. I hate when we fight.
Nothing much new to report. I always say that and then end up writing a novel, but maybe not this time.
Let's see...well, uhm. Nope. I've got nothing.
I hope I'll have lost weight when I step on the scale tomorrow. Even just 1/2 of a pound. Something!!
Venti and I got into a bit of an argument earlier today over something stupid in an email. I hate when we fight.
Nothing much new to report. I always say that and then end up writing a novel, but maybe not this time.
Let's see...well, uhm. Nope. I've got nothing.
The Portrait of a Healer Idealist
My test results from http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp
INFP - or, Idealist.
The Portrait of a Healer Idealist
INFP - or, Idealist.
The Portrait of a Healer Idealist
Healer Idealists are abstract in thought and speech, cooperative in striving for their ends, and informative and introverted in their interpersonal relations. Healer present a seemingly tranquil, and noticiably pleasant face to the world, and though to all appearances they might seem reserved, and even shy, on the inside they are anything but reserved, having a capacity for caring not always found in other types. They care deeply-indeed, passionately-about a few special persons or a favorite cause, and their fervent aim is to bring peace and integrity to their loved ones and the world.
Healers have a profound sense of idealism derived from a strong personal morality, and they conceive of the world as an ethical, honorable place. Indeed, to understand Healers, we must understand their idealism as almost boundless and selfless, inspiring them to make extraordinary sacrifices for someone or something they believe in. The Healer is the Prince or Princess of fairytale, the King's Champion or Defender of the Faith, like Sir Galahad or Joan of Arc. Healers are found in only 1 percent of the general population, although, at times, their idealism leaves them feeling even more isolated from the rest of humanity.
Healers seek unity in their lives, unity of body and mind, emotions and intellect, perhaps because they are likely to have a sense of inner division threaded through their lives, which comes from their often unhappy childhood. Healers live a fantasy-filled childhood, which, unfortunately, is discouraged or even punished by many parents. In a practical-minded family, required by their parents to be sociable and industrious in concrete ways, and also given down-to-earth siblings who conform to these parental expectations, Healers come to see themselves as ugly ducklings. Other types usually shrug off parental expectations that do not fit them, but not the Healers. Wishing to please their parents and siblings, but not knowing quite how to do it, they try to hide their differences, believing they are bad to be so fanciful, so unlike their more solid brothers and sisters. They wonder, some of them for the rest of their lives, whether they are OK. They are quite OK, just different from the rest of their family-swans reared in a family of ducks. Even so, to realize and really believe this is not easy for them. Deeply committed to the positive and the good, yet taught to believe there is evil in them, Healers can come to develop a certain fascination with the problem of good and evil, sacred and profane. Healers are drawn toward purity, but can become engrossed with the profane, continuously on the lookout for the wickedness that lurks within them. Then, when Healers believe thay have yielded to an impure temptation, they may be given to acts of self-sacrifice in atonement. Others seldom detect this inner turmoil, however, for the struggle between good and evil is within the Healer, who does not feel compelled to make the issue public.
Full descriptions of the Healer and Idealists are in People Patterns or Please Understand Me II
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Quod Me Nutrit Me Destruit
Quod Me Nutrit Me Destruit = What Nourishes Me, Destroys Me.
Well, Angelina Jolie has that tattoo'd on her belly. I think that's a tad MUCH, but I think it's at least something to focus on when dieting. I'm sure I can think of a lot of thinks to either agree with or bitch about in it. Give me time.
I didn't cheat on the diet today and I drank enough water. Go me. I know Venti will comment on this, but I can not wait to weigh myself tomorrow and see if I lost any weight. Okay - here's the deal...if I haven't lost weight - or if I've gained weight - I WILL remind myself that it was DAY ONE, and to stick with it. If I've lost weight I'll do a happy dance. (And write it down as having exercised.) ha.
I watched the whole West Virginia mine survivors thing unfold on CNN tonight. I saw when the woman ran up to that guy and told him that it was a lie and that people should know...people should know that only one miner had survived. I saw the whole town fall apart. I saw people act idiotically - people who had no connection to the miners other than that they lived in the same town talking about suing. Sick fucks. I saw people who had a personal connection to the miners walking like zombies. I felt so bad for them. I felt bad for the man that owns the mining company, too. "Welcome to the worst day of my life." he said. He had tears in his eyes when he said it, and he wasn't even minimizing the family's grief...he said that there are 13 people who are having worse days than him right then. Yeah, I felt really bad for him.
I really, really, hate watching the news, and will try to avoid it from here on out the same as I have for years and years. I didn't even watch Katrina coverage except on the web. It just makes me too fucking depressed.
Oh - one thing I WILL say about this diet is that even on day one I had a TON more energy. I am a nap person. That is what I do. I nap a lot. Today I didn't feel the need to nap - and it must be a record, but I've now been up and AWAKE for 18 hours. Wow. That's like - a first for me in a LONG time. Up, not napping, by choice. Weird.
I also had another first - setting the oven on fire while broiling steaks. Thank God Venti was right there acting all "I know what to do" about it. I had the fire extinguisher in my hand, but didn't want to ruin eight steaks by using it...and Venti saved them. My hero :)
Well, to bed I go...and I'm not actually sleepy yet. I'll just dream that we hit the lottery (and yes - we played.)
Well, Angelina Jolie has that tattoo'd on her belly. I think that's a tad MUCH, but I think it's at least something to focus on when dieting. I'm sure I can think of a lot of thinks to either agree with or bitch about in it. Give me time.
I didn't cheat on the diet today and I drank enough water. Go me. I know Venti will comment on this, but I can not wait to weigh myself tomorrow and see if I lost any weight. Okay - here's the deal...if I haven't lost weight - or if I've gained weight - I WILL remind myself that it was DAY ONE, and to stick with it. If I've lost weight I'll do a happy dance. (And write it down as having exercised.) ha.
I watched the whole West Virginia mine survivors thing unfold on CNN tonight. I saw when the woman ran up to that guy and told him that it was a lie and that people should know...people should know that only one miner had survived. I saw the whole town fall apart. I saw people act idiotically - people who had no connection to the miners other than that they lived in the same town talking about suing. Sick fucks. I saw people who had a personal connection to the miners walking like zombies. I felt so bad for them. I felt bad for the man that owns the mining company, too. "Welcome to the worst day of my life." he said. He had tears in his eyes when he said it, and he wasn't even minimizing the family's grief...he said that there are 13 people who are having worse days than him right then. Yeah, I felt really bad for him.
I really, really, hate watching the news, and will try to avoid it from here on out the same as I have for years and years. I didn't even watch Katrina coverage except on the web. It just makes me too fucking depressed.
Oh - one thing I WILL say about this diet is that even on day one I had a TON more energy. I am a nap person. That is what I do. I nap a lot. Today I didn't feel the need to nap - and it must be a record, but I've now been up and AWAKE for 18 hours. Wow. That's like - a first for me in a LONG time. Up, not napping, by choice. Weird.
I also had another first - setting the oven on fire while broiling steaks. Thank God Venti was right there acting all "I know what to do" about it. I had the fire extinguisher in my hand, but didn't want to ruin eight steaks by using it...and Venti saved them. My hero :)
Well, to bed I go...and I'm not actually sleepy yet. I'll just dream that we hit the lottery (and yes - we played.)
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
2 Hours Into an 18 Month Diet
Well, Venti and I started the Atkins diet about 2 hours ago. He doesn't realize it because he's asleep at the moment, but I noticed it because I'm thirsty and had to drink water. I'm going to have to get used to drinking plain tea again. It's not so bad, though. So, the 18 month thing...Venti thinks that in a year we'll look hot, but that in 18 months we'll be beach-ready. I never even gave beach-ready a thought, to be honest. And really - who out there on the beach really thinks that they DO look awesome? I mean, it's pretty hard to be the least attractive person on the beach... That sounded mean - I didn't mean for it to...but my point is that hell, even if we looked "AVERAGE" we'd probably still not be mentally beach-ready. Anyway...yeah, we've got a long way to go, but at least we're in it together. That helps a lot.
I'm addicted to http://answers.yahoo.com I just love the damn thing for some reason. I love answering the questions - not asking. Someday I assume they'll fix the glitch where you can get points for giving your own answer a thumbs up when it was picked by the asker as "the best answer."
I currently have 279 points (and quite a few "best answers!) Ain't it cool? :)
Wow. Holy shit. Goddamn. I am SO glad the holidays are over with. They're stressful as hell when you don't have a lot of money. I think they're stressful anyway. I think I'm going to try to collect Christmas presents all through the year and tuck them away in my closet so that there's not much left to be done next December. Shopping is stressful.
We didn't do much in the way of running around for Christmas or New Year's Eve, though. Just a small party each night - and we didn't even stay until midnight on New Year's Eve because who wants to be out on the road after midnight with all the fucktards who are drunk and driving? Not us. Anyway, I was happy with how much (or little, really) that we did. Spending Christmas day at home doing nothing was pretty cool. I DID miss my sister a bit, and my mom, too I suppose.
I made a half-hearted resolution that I was going to get out of bed by 8am and be in bed by midnight every night. As you can see it's 2 AM so I've blown that resolution out of the water. Yeah well, I can try again tomorrow night I suppose.
Well, not too much to report other than that. Oh - the cold/flu I had is pretty much gone, as it is for everyone in my family, thankfully. I hate being sick. Glad it didn't last long!
I'm addicted to http://answers.yahoo.com I just love the damn thing for some reason. I love answering the questions - not asking. Someday I assume they'll fix the glitch where you can get points for giving your own answer a thumbs up when it was picked by the asker as "the best answer."
I currently have 279 points (and quite a few "best answers!) Ain't it cool? :)
Wow. Holy shit. Goddamn. I am SO glad the holidays are over with. They're stressful as hell when you don't have a lot of money. I think they're stressful anyway. I think I'm going to try to collect Christmas presents all through the year and tuck them away in my closet so that there's not much left to be done next December. Shopping is stressful.
We didn't do much in the way of running around for Christmas or New Year's Eve, though. Just a small party each night - and we didn't even stay until midnight on New Year's Eve because who wants to be out on the road after midnight with all the fucktards who are drunk and driving? Not us. Anyway, I was happy with how much (or little, really) that we did. Spending Christmas day at home doing nothing was pretty cool. I DID miss my sister a bit, and my mom, too I suppose.
I made a half-hearted resolution that I was going to get out of bed by 8am and be in bed by midnight every night. As you can see it's 2 AM so I've blown that resolution out of the water. Yeah well, I can try again tomorrow night I suppose.
Well, not too much to report other than that. Oh - the cold/flu I had is pretty much gone, as it is for everyone in my family, thankfully. I hate being sick. Glad it didn't last long!
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