Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Lyla's Words (2)

the wise Lyla shared this bit of genius with me just now....
"sometimes when you cough like this *covers mouth and throws out a couple fake coughs* you could fart, too. they sneak out when you cough."


update on the weight loss for week one of calorie counting, I didn't count on Saturday or Sunday, but also didn't get crazy, decided that the weekends would be count free. I weighed in Monday morning ...down 3.  Four more pounds to go before September 17th & then I'll set my next goal.

Friday, August 24, 2012

white glove test. clean.

Half of America wouldn't know a stitch about the cycling world if it weren't for Lance and his victories.  maybe I wouldn't. I've watched hours of those tours, signed up to receive race updates, they were grueling, exciting & sexy.  sure, it's likely he was doping, from what 'they' say, they all were. it was the culture, saw opportunity and beat a poor system, fell right in under the "rules" ...until 'they' didn't.  difference?  if he doped, he never got caught.  people can't get over it, the testing failed them.  'they' so badly want to prove he isn't some kind of super hero, but they're failing to realize,  It's too Late.  he's already fought and won the only fight that truly matters at this point, this is all unnecessary drama. drama. drama.  Agent Nelson Van Alden of the USADA needs to pick a new battle, one he can actually win... all the he said, she said bullshit up against what Lance has accomplished both in and out of the saddle. smh. dude, he was "supposed" to die & he beat the odds, rode with USPS & won the Tour de F*n France 7 F*n Times!  Nelson, you look silly. take your "evidence" along with all the negative test results and move off & away from the positive force which is Livestrong.  get to living.  Lance is taking his ball to a better game.   any way I look at it he's an amazing human being, athlete, the best of the lead pack(perhaps the dopest of the dopers), a cancer ass kicker and Survivor.  it just doesn't matter...to me, anyway.  his accomplishments far outweigh the dusty allegations.
he's not hard on the eyes either.


Photo: Vanity Fair, Annie Leibovitz.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

suck in the gut

if I sit here and suck in my gut I feel thinner already!  Midway through Day Two of Operation Fat Ass WILL Shed Pounds  & I've had breakfast, lunch and a snack ...all before 2 p.m.  Stahv'n Mahv'n!

Breakfast
305 Calories
1/2 bagel with smidge of cream cheese
banana
coffee with the milk and crappy sweetener

Lunch
290 Calories
pocket with a slice of ham, cheese, spicy brown mustard, shredded lettuce and pineapple

Snack
250 Calories
Flipside crackers...the best!  cheddar and pretzel sides...yum!  with cheddar cheese

 ANOTHER Snack
80 Calories
Grapefruit

Dinnah
425 Calories
two slices of homemade plain pizza

add another 40 calories on Crystal Light and we're right around  1400 on the day.  More than day one, but still better than the gluttony I've practiced for the past month.


Monday, August 20, 2012

fat girl in the mirror

As I sit here and type this, the waist on my jeans is tight and my extra large sized muffin top is bulging over.  lovely.  picture of beauty. ha-ha
It's Monday, at 4.  I have a case of ...I want to eat my own arm.  I've had breakfast. lunch & a snack. Today is day one of Operation Fat Ass WILL Shed Pounds!  It has to be done before hibernation weather creeps up on me because that weather brings with it, comfort food which I have an affinity for, yeah...shocker! :)  My short term goal is to be down 7 lbs by September 17th, nearly a month to lose 7 seems like an attainable first goal.  I only chose the number because it's my favorite.  I dig 7.    I'll weigh in once a week, on each Monday and either laugh or cry. or both.  in the past whenever I set out to lose any amount of weight I've always joined WW.  Great Program!  but, this time...I'm just going to attempt to be conscious of every bite I put in my mouth and do a rough calorie count.  we'll see how it works out. 

Breakfast 
275 Calories
one slice of scali toast with peanut butter and banana   
coffee with milk and an artificial sweetener (which in years to come will probably be declared carcinogenic)

Lunch
260 Calories
half a syrian pocket with a slice of cheese, slice of turkey, olive oil mayo, chopped tomato & lettuce
pickle spear

Afternoon Snack
80 Calories
grapefruit

Dinner
455 Calories
sliced boneless chicken thighs with broccoli in a soy/oyster sauce over sesame ginger rice

Drinks
40 Calories
roughly, 60 ounces of Crystal Light 

1110 Calories on Day One & except for the late afternoon hungry horrors I feel satisfied, but I'm still digesting dinner, so this 'not so bad' belief may turn into 'grab me a devil dog' before night fall. 
I won't bore you with my daily diet, day in and day out...it's just good practice for me ...for now.



lyla's words

Me:  Lyla, I love you to the Moon and Back!
Lyla:  I love you for thirty days!

Lyla to her dog:  Don't worry Oscar, I'm here.  I'll always be here.

Lyla called last night from Grammy and Grampa's, she left for there on Saturday on an overnight...Sunday evening showed up the phone rang.
Me:  Hello?!
Lyla:  Mama, I stay here!!  We're going to a restaurant.
Me:  So, you'll call me tomorrow in the morning to come pick you up?
Lyla:  Yeah, I guess I'll call tomorrow.  I love you.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Work'n hard for no money....

 Yesterday:

"Lyla, please don't play with the beads from the broken necklace, we'll put them aside and restring them another day."  and she looked at me with eyes blazing seriousness, "Mama, if this is the way you're planning to act today, well, you'll be in TIME OUT!"    Geez.

Jumped over the flowers along the perimeter of the patio today, didn't realize Oscar had dug a hole beneath the greenery, left foot jammed in, big toe bent further than it probably should have, a symphony of cracks & pulled muscles was heard and I fell down to my hands and knees.  F*n Dog!  My toe is on fire..don't see a bruise, it's a little swollen and burning up.  lol


This Morning:

While the husband was get'n ready for work and I was making his lunch like a proper wifey all was fine and cheerful until I mentioned the Olympic hours I'm keep'n are draining me, he snapped back with at least I don't have to go to work & I have nearly the entire month off from work ...  Hello?  Can you say F*n Cranky?!  Maybe he shouldn't be staying up so late, either because I don't need to be dealing with his grizzly morning attitude. WTF.  Anyway... I dared to mentioned how what I do daily is no vacation and he went on about what I do isn't real work.

"Corey, why don't you stop talking right now before you dig yourself a grave, you have no clue what you're talking about & you sound like a chauvinist."
and he looks at me ..."I'm not saying what you do (meaning home with Lyla day in and day out) isn't work, but it's not work, work. I could probably do it if I didn't have to also Work. You get to sit on your ass all day and play with our daughter most people would love to be able to do what you do."  
(this from the jerk off who is home for an hour from WORK and becomes testy because he needs Daddy Time?!)
Mind you, we've had this same tiff more times than I can count on one hand...almost word for word in all probability.  Me saying STFU before you say something stupid and him spewing the typical SAHM ignorant statements that people without a clue spew...someone stab my ears with knitting needles..I'd rather be deaf than listen to the dumb dribble from his mouth!  He simply does not get it, the work it takes to entertain and have a little mind thrive..day in. day out.  I'm clenching my teeth with aggravation right now. F*n Dink. All this because he's jealous over me having 3 (unpaid) weeks off from work??!!  He doesn't realize these three weeks are not a 'vacation' for me.  Ha. A vacation! Now, I'm aggravated with myself for being so annoyed with his dumb ass because it's so off the mark that it should be hilarious.  3 weeks, 24 hours a day with a 3 year old & her best four legged doggy friend = A vacation?!  I need those 2 nights a week to keep me semi sane,  He's Still Alive because I work 14 hours a week and get away from them!
Cheers to me and another day in the life...Most Thankless job fricken Evah!