Years ago, when I decided to move to Atlanta, I had visions of mild winters. Endless sunny days, blistering heat, summers so hot the waves would emanate from the pavement. Pleasant autumn days, full of bursts of color and crisp, clean air. Winters that were near tropical in their warmth… light sweaters and jackets in December. I dreamt of such a thing every night when I went to bed, looking forward to the long drive to Georgia from Washington. It pushed me, spurred me on,  so to speak.

Yeah, so cut to every winter since 2003:

It is currently about 30 degrees in Atlanta. I walked out to go to work and my car was frosted over like an ice cube. Thankfully I don’t live far from work, because it took about 10 minutes of blowing hot air through the vents at the windshield to get it clear enough to drive. Soon after, the windows were de-iced and I was on my way. Most of the body of the car was still frosty when I pulled into work.I refuse to buy an ice scraper. Because that would mean that this kind of thing is normal and expected and something I should be prepared for.

I am unamused, at this.

This is the south, home of ridiculously hot weather. We’re supposed to be able to brag about how warm it is while other states freeze. I heard from KFlo that it was 37 degrees in Houston. That’s just insane, to me!

Now look. I know other people have it worse. And that’s them. I do feel for them, because it’s COLD HERE. It matters because it’s not SUPPOSED to be COLD HERE!  *shiver*

So, I’m off to locate a gallon of hot chocolate and heat it to lava temperatures and suck it down like my life depends on it. Because it just might. IT’S COLD HERE!

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,

I don’t have much time to blog tonight, because i’m halfway dolled up and getting ready to go out with two wonderful, beautiful, hilarious women. Friends are great to have… if ever a person is in a place where they feel they don’t need friends…evaluate yourself! They are a gift.. I know mine are, every last one of them.

So today we went shopping for some cute duds to wear out, tonight. I got a lot of food for thought, and mentioned to one friend that sometimes I look at people, like their body shape, and try to determine what I;m going to look like when I’m thinner. When I’m thinner. Not IF I hit my goal, but when I’m thinner. [Read more →]

I know, blog. I know. I haven’t been here and you feel neglected. *pets* I’m here, now.

I have the hardest time feeling like I live a life that I want to blog about. But then I try to live a life I want to blog about and end up too tired to blog about it. And then I have thoughts and feelings and I can’t arrange them all in blog form, so I just don’t blog.

I will say that I’ve been surfing these here Internets and have found some wonderfully positive, self aware and perhaps even funny bloggers to link to. I’m excited to add to my blog roll! *cabbage patch*

So what’s been goin’ oooonnnn? Not much, over here. Work, work, work. I bought a new car, and now I am poor and Toyota owns my life for the next 72 months. I love my new ride though! [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, 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 →]