Battle of the Bulges

Maybe because we were all wearing “workout” pants, he didn’t notice that we were all girls but the subject above was my thought when there was a GUY in the WOMEN’s gym last night. I kept singing in my head the “one of these things just doesn’t belong..” song.

Oh yeah, NSV… made it to the gym AGAIN… 2x in one week AND did 10 minutes extra on the elliptical without having a heart attack. Yay. Me and Melissa are going tomorrow too.. I’d better watch out or this might turn into a habit or something.

Sorry for the late post.. cuckoo day at work and the boss is out of the country so I’m doing my best to do my best. I’ve been reading your posts. Hope mine are keeping you amused. Oh and TAKE MY POLL.

So, I’m reporting my weigh in today as a starting point because when I started WW last week I refused to get on the scale. Like you haven’t done this.
The scale said 182.8 lbs. I was a bit frustrated this morning because that’s the highest that I think my weight has ever been that I’ve known about and wow, what a long road I have to get to my goal… one day at a time right?

I have two funnies today.. one is a joke I heard from a co-worker. The other is a true story that happened today.

First, the joke (hopefully no one gets offended)
Three reasons why I think Jesus was black: one, he called everyone “brother”; two, he lived at home until he was 30; three, he couldn’t get a fair trial.

Now the story:
I brought my doggy to work today which she loves because she gets to hang out with mommy all day long. She is a bit apprehensive toward men but seems to relax around the guys that are in the office. Well there is this one particular man that she growls at and he just thinks he can get her to warm up to him. I am always telling him to give Polly space. He’s one of those that is convinced that every dog loves him. Well, not Polly. So once again she was growling at him so I gave him two treats and said “maybe this will help”… Well after a few minutes he said “this is supposed to help her like me?” and that’s when I noticed he was chewing on something. I said “are you EATING the dog treat?!?” He said, “yes, I thought that it was for the dog to like my breath”… He continued to chew on it for a few minutes and when he realized it was intended for him to FEED TO THE DOG he went outside to spit it out. When he came back inside I said “where’s the other treat?” To which he replied, “I threw it out. You can’t give a dog that. It tastes terrible”. AS IF! That is some sheer brilliance.

This is what my boss said to a fellow employee who usually acts (to me and everyone) like a complete douche bag. I apologize in advance for my feisty-ness but sometimes especially in the case of this particular person it’s warranted. My boss went on to say “.. if you treat her like crap, then you’ll get treated like crap back”. I was talking to my bff and she said “um, shouldn’t he have replaced “Tina” with the word people?” I agree. She’s right.. what about the golden rule? Now there was a time when I was less stand up for myself-y and more doormat-y. But I’m a big girl now and I’m not one for taking $h!T from people. Every now and then I’ll keep my mouth shut but usually that’s because someone has slipped me some serious dough (joke). The funny thing is the ones that I stand up to usually go all whiny and tell on me and result in me getting a lecture. Which is what happened.. I got a lecture as a result of the whining.. but I guess we both got a talking to.. Recognizing each other’s value.. etc etc. Anyway, just a teeny vent was all.

So I’m home now and I’m walking around like I was in a bull riding contest last night. DIRTY! Get your mind out of the gutter. If you read yesterday’s post, you’ll know I revisited my old weight loss stomping grounds.. the gym. I did that press thingie between my legs at 50 lbs a pop for about 70 reps and GOOD LORD my inner thighs are KILLING me. It wasn’t too bad this morning, a little sore but not the ridiculousness that I’m showing in my not so sexy stride. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll feel better because Mel and I are hitting the gym tomorrow night. That’s right folks.. that would be TWICE in one week. :)) I knew you’d be proud.

Last night I made a really yummy apple crumble with a low points value. I’ll have to post the recipe later. Tonight for dinner I’m having a cuke & tomato salad (with olive oil/red wine vinegar); 3 oz of sirloin; brown rice.. Doesn’t that sound YUMMY! I can smell the steak so I’d better run back to the kitchen.

Tomorrow’s my weigh day.. wish me luck!

So for those of you who are familiar with my writing you know at least two things about me. 1. I love food. 2. I love TV. I was watching Til’ Death a few weeks ago and btw, I’m gonna be pissed once the freakin’ rerun thing starts happening. Strike, bike. Hell, I’LL write for them. Sorry.. no tangent intended. On this one particular episode, Joy is paying bills and Eddie is giving her a hard time about money spent for something she doesn’t use ie. her gym membership. He asks her if she even remembers where it is. Her first response is “It’s on the corner of Bite Me and Suck It”.. hee hee. Then later on she says “I know EXACTLY where it is.. it’s right across from Paco’s Tacos”.

I remember sliding down under my covers because every month my gym faithfully takes 81 buckaroos from my account and I faithfully don’t go there. We’ve had a nice little arrangement it seems. Until today. I’m slightly excited because this morning for about 55 minutes, I made good use of my gym. Oh, I’m talkin’ elliptical machine, nautilus equipment, stretching… Now, my goal is to at least walk in those doors once a week. At this point managing to get in there more than that is cake (low fat with sugar free taste free frosting of course).

First, I have to give a big ol’ thank you to Swizzlepop. I just can’t believe how sweet she is to post on her blog about me. I don’t do this often but I feel the need to give her an interweb hug… ((((((((Swizzle))))))) You’re the best!

So, you’re here because of curiosity, an accident, were directed by my Weightwatchen pal or you just plain stalked me.. whatever the reason, thank you for stopping at my page and lending me some support. I do need it for sure.

The other day I was walking down “When I Was Skinny Lane”, looking at old pictures, thinking about just how tiny my waist used to be and then I realized, hell, why can’t I do that again? I don’t have to let my life be a contest to see just how big I can get (that’s from Kevin James’ standup). I think sometimes I get on this losing weight kick (trust me, I hope it’s not just a kick) because I totally get sick and tired of myself and just *have* to do something about it. Ya know?

Today was another good day. This one day a time thing was a pretty inventive idea. If I don’t worry about tomorrow and give myself a break for my yesterdays, then life, my weight, my stupid household chores will all be easy (or just a tad easier) to deal with.

Can I just say how much I love lazy Saturdays? Wearing my slippers that scream HOT SEX (NOT), sweatpants, oversized tee… I love dressing up but I love NOT dressing up too. I spent part of the day cooking (homemade chicken noodle soup AND crockpot chicken stew with potatoes, green beans, carrots and onions) and the other part I spent IN BED. I watched tv, took a nap, made a Target list (that would be a “go to Target” list), typed a few sentences on a book I’m starting and now I’m here. Does that sound like the perfect day or what? I love a lazy weekend.

So, I’m home watching Oprah, ok now it’s the evening news because for once I got to go home early and didn’t work a 90 hour week (ok, I’m exaggerating)… The Osmonds were on and oh they are all so cute. But anyway, I digress.. Today I worked until 11:30, went to the grocery store, (100 bucks, not too shabby) and prepared for another week of eating right. Ahem. And now I’m home, in my cozy yet at the same time a bit chilly home..

So this is where I am.. sorta having a love/hate relationship with the fall, holidays and you guessed it, my weight. Now the fall is so beautiful and Melissa and I were talking about this yesterday.. if we’re not careful, we may just drive off the road with all the tree admiration going on. See attached (please excuse the low quality pic. It’s my camera phone) But back to the love/hate thing..I realized again that this, my weight, is something I’ll always face, hopefully not always at this size, but it will always be work, sometimes it will be harder than others. That kinda sucks. I started WW again… I can look at that last statement two ways. What a loser.. I had to start ww again because my butt refuses to stop spreading everytime I down a pan of brownies OR I could say YAY, I have it in me to do something about my weight struggle.

I kind of had a realization today when I was arranging my fresh flowers.. after trying to make them look “perfect” I realized that I’m a little too hard on myself.

I think I have some things to be proud of:
1. I started WW this week, Monday to be exact and to date have only used 2 of my Flex Points. So we could say that I’m having a good week.

2. Twice, maybe three times this week I had to deal with the office “ordering out”. Oh, it was tough.. they ordered from my now favorite Chinese place and they kept torturing me. So mean! Or maybe they are teasing me because they are blind to how big my butt really is and they think I don’t need a diet. But anyway, I ate the lunch I brought and that was that!

3. I went grocery shopping and bought all good stuff. I did buy brownie mix but I always bake for the guys on Wednesdays so that doesn’t quite count.

4. I actually THOUGHT about the gym today. I’m thinking I may make an appearance tomorrow or Sunday. Haven’t decided which day yet.

5. I made it back to my blog. I think it’s good for me to write here, vent, share, receive and give feedback..

Thanks to those who even thought about my teeny tiny blog and gave a rats ass about how I was doing. I never forgot about my blog or you guys. I just felt a bit guilty that I had fallen off the fat ass wagon and didn’t quite know what to say.

Hopefully I’ll be entertaining both me and you with my writing for many months to come.