Posts from — August 2009

I don’t feel like making this post. I mean really, I don’t I’m tired– exhausted, even. I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I blame my change in eating… I can usually count on something carby and fat laden stuffed into my gullet until I pass out. Then I sleep like the dead and awake, groggy and out of sorts when the alarm goes off. Now, I’m pretty much empty when I go to sleep and I wake up all perky and crap– a 4 am. 4 am is NOT the business.

Anyway, I have to make this post, because I need to be doing things. To stay busy, because like the glamorous socialite that I’m sure you imagine me to be, I am doing laundry. Yep, shoving clothes into a machine so that they can be washed, transferring them to another machine so they can be dried. And then putting them into a basket where they will likely sit until I am ready to wear them and never be put into drawers or hung up. I mean, I’m all about honesty, here.

WHY, must I do laundry, right now at this very minute, and not put it off until the weekend, like normal people? Well… it’s because I’ve put it off all week, first of all, and second of all– I need to pack. [Read more →]

It’s been an emotional week at Chez Jones. Not really drama filled, but lots of introspection and trying to figure out what makes me tick. What do other people see, when they see me? What do others think about me? Am I a good friend? Am I a good person? Do people feel like they can count on me?

And if the answer is no, do I care enough to change? [Read more →]

So, just a quickie update to memorialize the fact that I have lost my first 8 lbs. Woop dee doo! <- that’s actually a happy woop dee doo and not a ‘so what’ one.

I’m not going to reveal my weight for awhile simply because I just don’t want to type the number (sue me), but I am aiming toward ONEderland and I don’t want to stop till I get there. ONEderland, for those not up on weight loss lingo, is when your weight starts with a ’1′. So Yeah.

Am doing great so far, had a lovely weekend, was on plan and on track, no slip ups and I have been rewarded. I hope the next 8 go just as fast!

8 down, 8 to go. On ward!

So, all week I have been watching my sugars, white flour and starches, and have been doing a great job. Drinking a lot of water and in general making great strides. Every morning I go down to the Cafe and have a good hot, protein filled breakfast. I used to never eat breakfast, but I find  a good one sets the day off right for me so even if I don’t have time to eat at home, I stop somewhere and get something for fuel– yesterday was one of those days. I would normally also get a bottle of Fuze Slenderize Lowcarb juice drinks, so I can avoid the caffeine of coffee. Been going great all week long, and have been happy with my routine.

Yesterday I got two bottles and drank one with breakfast and saved the other for after lunch. I opened the bottle, drank about half of it down, and thought, wow, this is really good. It doesn’t taste lowcarb. And then it dawned on me… there is no way that a Banana Colada is lowcarb.  Oh NO.  Checked the label…25 grams of carbs. TWENTY THREE GRAMS OF SUGAR.

I thought I was going to pass out. I was SO UPSET with myself, because once I have sugar, even after not having it for a few days, I will go on a sugar craving rampage and I will be able to justify whatever I eat and then cry the next day. The bottle was nearly empty so I finished it (can’t waste stuff!) and then had a bottle of water and determined within myself to just stay on the train. The real test would come later on. [Read more →]

” ’cause it’s Friday; you ain’t got no job… and you ain’t got sh** to do.”

Yay, it’s Friday!  Friday is my favorite day of the week! Some might ask, why not Saturday?

Well, it hearkens back to my days as a wee one living in a strict household. Every day of the week, we were up at 6am for school or whatever. In the summer we had to be up and out of bed by 9 or somebody’s booty was getting  a visit from the belt. My dad did not abide laying around in bed all day long.  Once, he came home from work for lunch and it was about 11 am and I just hadn’t got up. He drove an old 74 Volkswagen bug that you could hear from a mile away. I remember laying in bed thinking I was getting away with something… and from far away I heard the sound of that Bug approaching. You never saw someone fly out of bed so fast! [Read more →]

Mmmhmmm. It’s one of those posts.

Every time I think about this post, as in the goals I want to accomplish in writing it, what I want to lay out, I keep thinking of Anna Nicole Smith’s TrimSpa Commercial- “Do you like my bodyyyy???” Not because I want to try TrimSpa, but one of the things I think about when it comes to my body is ‘do I like it?”

My answer? It’s alright.

Like a large portion of the population of the US, I am overweight. And not just overweight– fat. Obese. Really heavy. I  have been, for a very long time. I almost don’t remember what it was like to be thin. I was in my 20′s and I wasn’t even all that thin. I remember being 150 lbs and thinking I was fat. And then at 190, being devastated. 190 would be a Godsend right now.

I’ve fluctuated, up and down, the same 30 lbs for years. I’ve tried lowfat– I don’t lose a lb, I’m grouchy and hungry. It doesn’t work for me. What does work is moderating my carb intake and my fats, keeping my eating relatively simple. But sometimes……..I just want a Snickers bar. Or a pizza. Or a burger. And when I let myself have it, I go down hill. FAST. Weight that I have sweated off and lost through a dedicated diet comes piling back on. And it brings friends. Lots of them.

So I find myself at this juncture of life where I am [Read more →]

I was thinking about a couple of news/entertainment events and so I’ve decided to consolidate my thoughts into a concise post of chaos, which may involve pointing and laughing at stupid people. Ready? Let’s go:

1. They Did What? (aka These Chicks Need Some Serious Therapy)

Unless you live under a rock (and I sometimes do) you’ve heard about these… ladies… that lured a man to a hotel room, held him hostage, and then superglued himself to himself. And in case you didn’t hear, you can read all about it.

Really? I mean…. really? First of all, I guess I am a jaded (I prefer REAL) individual, because I am totally not surprised that a dude was cheating on one woman with three others. I mean, not that I expect it or anything but I must hear two or three stories of infidelity a day, so… yeah. Okay? You find out your dude is sleeping around with more than one other chick and go a lil off the deep end.

My feeling is that I would have to be some kind of crazy to hatch a plan like this and go along with it.  Sure, my girls and I would get some cheesecake or some chicken wings (different situations call for different foods!) and we’d sit down and hash it out and be mad and say all the things we wished we could do.  But then we would build a bridge and get the Hell over it, dump him, move on, get our revenge by living well and all that good stuff.  Lure a dude to a hotel, hold him hostage, GLUE HIMSELF TO HIMSELF?

Doing too much. [Read more →]

So, I’m snuggling down in the bed and on TLC is “My Husband’s Three Wives”. Wife #1 says she met dude in college. And when he proposed he said “I don’t picture myself as being monogamous.”

Here is where I scratch my head. WHY ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED IF YOU’RE NOT PLANNING ON BEING FAITHFUL?!

Mkay, so she goes on to say, “I figured that meant that he’d probably cheat during our marriage sometime. And I figured that would be something I could deal with.”

Color me traditional and full of high esteem of myself, but WHAT?

So now he’d like to marry a third woman. He already has 11 children between the two women. He’s raising boys to believe this way.  To believe that women are pretty much just a collection of people you gather because you like them.

And might I say, while dude is talking, there is a mounted head of a deer on the wall behind him. That speaks volumes to me. My father is an AVID hunter. I mean AVID. And he has no animal heads. Really. Dude is singing a song about himself having three wives and eleven children. That he wrote himself. Isn’t he talented?

*hurls*

This, my friends, is what the world consists of, these days. These are the people making a mockery of marriage and ruining the institution and all that jazz. If you’re married, be thankful, because if you WANTED to get married, this guy is pretty much what’s left.

I guess he liked it so he put a ring on it. Three of them. SOFAKING annoyed by it.