MUH! I CAME UP WITH THE O-SO-ORIGIONAL IDEA OF GETTING BACK INTO SHAPE (NOTE: MY SHAPE NOW IS ROUND...REALLY, REALLY ROUND). SO, I START GOING BACK TO THE GYM REGULARLY AND FIND MY VERY OWN PERSONAL TRAINER, HIRE HER AND MEET HER FOR COFFEE AND BREAKFAST AT YANNAS. I THINK I GAINED A FEW JUST BEING IN THE SAME ZIPCODE AS YANNAS! SO, HER NAME IS DARLA. SHE SEEMS PRETTY NICE, EXCEPT...WELL, I HAVE NIGHTMARES ABOUT HER. OMG!!!! DAY 1, SHE COMES OVER ALL PEPPY, LUGGING A SUITCASE AND A STEPPER. OK CAN ANYONE RECALL MY BIGGGGGEST FEAR? THATS RIGHT, IM SUPER AFRAID OF HEIGHTS! WELL, I CLIMB UP AND DOWN OFF OF THE HIGHEST STEPPER THAT I HAVE EVER SEEN FOR SEVERAL MINUTES, LIFT A FEW OF THOSE WEIGHTS SHE HAS IN HER BAG AND DO A FEW PUSH UPS AND SIT UPS FOR GOOD MEASURE. GOOD! GREAT! IM FEELING ALL PUMPED! IKICK ASS! FORWARD TO NEXT DAY: I CANT GET OUT OF BED! I AM TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO KILL MYSELF WITHOUT ANY EFFORT. I KEEP UP WITH MY SITUPS, MY LUNGES (OK THATS A BIG FAT LIE) AND MY FOOD JOURNAL. THE THING IS, I WASNT HUNGRY BEFORE, AND I ATE PRETTY WELL. NOW, I FIND MYSELF LYING TO MY FOOD JOURNAL, EATING CRAP THAT I DONT EVEN LIKE. WOW! I AM MEETING DARLA TWICE A WEEK. GOING TO THE GYM AND I GOT THE WII FIT IN THE MAIL. CUTE. THE WII FIT GETS THERE AND IM ALL SUPER EXCITED. I HAVE TO PLAY WITH IT BEFORE GUS! HAVE TO! SO I PULL IT OUT, SET IT UP AND JUMP ON. ALMOST AS SOON AS I PULL IT OUT OF THE BOX, IT GOES*POP* AND MY SUPER CUTE MII WITH RED TOP AND PIGTAILS TURNS INTO A BEACHBALL WITH PIGTALES AND THE FUCKING MACHINE CALLS ME FAT. WELL, BALANCE ISNT YOUR FORTE, IS IT? WTF? I JUST PAID $120 FOR THIS BITCH AND ITS TALKING SHIT! WHATEVER!
IVE WORKED EVERY NIGHT THIS WEEK, I WORK SAT AND EVERY NIGHT NEXT WEEK. YEA FOR ME. AND STILL I FIND MYSLEF BLOGGING AT MIDNIGHT? I HAVENT MADE DINNER FOR MY BABIES ALL WEEK, HAVNT DONE ANY LAUNDRY OR CLEANED MY HOUSE. EWW! TOMORROW.
ON A GOOD NOTE, I HAVE LOST 7.5 LBS SINCE I STARTED WORKING OUT WITH DARLA. AND I GET TO WORK OUT ON BASE WITH ALL THE EYE CANDY! YUMMY! I GOTTA KEEP IT UP. MY LITTLE FAT MII HURTS MY HEART!
CIAO
Friday, January 30, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
at midinight...
what else would i be ding at 20 till midnight? duh! im scraping slimey sticky glue stuff off my kitchen counter top. trying to make it a bit nicer. im in a tiff about tomorrow. i checked out a personal trainer. i am tired of being so gd fat!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
humm... here goes
so, i decided to try this. who knows, maybe it will clear up some of this abundant pent up stress or whatnot.
queen of everything? long story short: an old friend and i were shopping, lolling about really, when we wondered into a funny little side of the road cottage turned wine and sundry artisan shop. i find (and pay WAY! too much for) this really ugly magpie bracelet with a cute 50's style picture that says queen of everything. she picked it out, said it was me. i adopted the title on the spot. i have used it religiously ever since for my own! if i dont celebrate the greatness of me, who will?
so, its 0446 in the morning and im at work. yuck! i have a full day tomorrow (today), but here i sit, blogging for the first time. its not that i would rather not sleep. i would! i just know that 0730 will come awfully early.
i have a few goals for the day:
1. get to the county office to go over prn stuff with county personnel lady. long story,im sure ill get to it soon enough
2. have breakfast with freda. lovely lady. maybe joe can come too.
3. gym (enough said)
4. cut the grass
id like to get this all done before noonish, take a shower and high tail it to bed before the kiddos come home from school and we start the endless drone of homework complaining, reading, soccer, dinner, baths (in my tub), reading (again), and finally bed for them. enter stage left, the sick bothersome, lazy husband who now starts in on happy time. well mr. ive been up since noon yesterday...NO HAPPYTIME! go for a quick walk (cause im tff) and off to shower and bed again. notice, no happytime mentioned. ha!
id like to think that dan can handle popping up from his NyQuil induced snooze to get the boys fed, dressed and off to school in a timely manner. he doesnt believe that they should need reminders or parental supervision to get up, fed, teeth brushed, and lunches packed before heading off to school on time. he says "i'll try my best." lets talk about his complaints of my "personal/ mental health days " once a semester that we take off and have a good day. just doing whatever. mind you, these may be birthdays or holidays. everything is always more fun when your supposed to be at work or school.
enough for now.
ciao
queen of everything? long story short: an old friend and i were shopping, lolling about really, when we wondered into a funny little side of the road cottage turned wine and sundry artisan shop. i find (and pay WAY! too much for) this really ugly magpie bracelet with a cute 50's style picture that says queen of everything. she picked it out, said it was me. i adopted the title on the spot. i have used it religiously ever since for my own! if i dont celebrate the greatness of me, who will?
so, its 0446 in the morning and im at work. yuck! i have a full day tomorrow (today), but here i sit, blogging for the first time. its not that i would rather not sleep. i would! i just know that 0730 will come awfully early.
i have a few goals for the day:
1. get to the county office to go over prn stuff with county personnel lady. long story,im sure ill get to it soon enough
2. have breakfast with freda. lovely lady. maybe joe can come too.
3. gym (enough said)
4. cut the grass
id like to get this all done before noonish, take a shower and high tail it to bed before the kiddos come home from school and we start the endless drone of homework complaining, reading, soccer, dinner, baths (in my tub), reading (again), and finally bed for them. enter stage left, the sick bothersome, lazy husband who now starts in on happy time. well mr. ive been up since noon yesterday...NO HAPPYTIME! go for a quick walk (cause im tff) and off to shower and bed again. notice, no happytime mentioned. ha!
id like to think that dan can handle popping up from his NyQuil induced snooze to get the boys fed, dressed and off to school in a timely manner. he doesnt believe that they should need reminders or parental supervision to get up, fed, teeth brushed, and lunches packed before heading off to school on time. he says "i'll try my best." lets talk about his complaints of my "personal/ mental health days " once a semester that we take off and have a good day. just doing whatever. mind you, these may be birthdays or holidays. everything is always more fun when your supposed to be at work or school.
enough for now.
ciao
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