Tuesday, September 30, 2008

A kind of depressing peek into my retirement...



Oh, recession... you fickle friend...

Monday, September 29, 2008

Change is leading the polls today

Thankfully. Obama has a clear lead in the most recent polls.

After Friday night's debate, I'm happy to see that. I'm looking forward to Thursday!

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Getting kitty free

I've managed to give up three kittens within four days. It's refreshing. Literally. I can't wait to get the stench of cat out of spare bedroom and computer room... I plan on painting and ripping out carpet very soon (which is something that needed done anyway). That leaves me with the little Fuzzball, who will go live with my brother as soon as possible (which might not be for a few more weeks). I'm ok with being stuck with Fuzzball for a while. And I know I'm calling this kitty exactly the same thing that I called my fetus, and I'm ok with that. Because Lyric is anything but a Fuzzball. And where the hell did I ever get the idea to call a fetus a fuzzball anyway? But back to the Fuzzball - he's fat, and fuzzy, and CUTE, so the name suits him. He was originally Boba Fett - and I'm not sure if my brother has picked a name for him, so whatever.

But here's the dilemma, peeps... just when I thought I was getting kitty free - I picked up a stray. My friend from work had to move her dad to a nursing home, and therefore had to get rid of his cat. I was adverse to her just dropping the poor old kitty off anywhere, so I told her to bring it over. Suprisingly, my huzz was ok with that. That's why he rocks.

Thankfully, I found a nice lady online who is a big time lover of the Siamese breed, and she offered to take Ms. Nana (the kitty) off my hands. I would have, of course, loved to keep her. She was sweet once she warmed up to us, with the major exception of my kids - Lyric, Boots, and Red. She was NOT fond of any of them. And Boots hated her. I've never seen Boots puff out her tail and yowl like she did when she saw Nana. But this morning I did the kitty hand off, and now my home is a little less furry... particularly after buying the Bissell Pet Hair Eraser this weekend at Target. ROCK!

Monday, September 15, 2008

Monday, September 08, 2008

Weighing in at...

168 pounds. Whew.

So, I've been pretty weight obsessed ever since I gave birth. I've never had my weight fluctuate more since I've turned 30 - I guess that's part of the "getting older" thing. Last summer I was down around 150 - which was pretty close to my pre-preggy weight, and that's fine. Right now I'm 18 pounds above where I want to be, and it's pretty evident when I put my clothes on... they're a little snug, particularly in the waist area. Now, it's not quite as bad as it was earlier this year, when I weighed a nice 174 - you could definitely see that in my cheeks (both sets). But here's the thing - I have failed routinely to be able to stick with a diet (as evidenced by my giving up meat). I can't even gross myself out by thinking about chickens being drained of blood.

One other thing is I'm very sedentary. I drive 26 miles to work every day, so I sit in the car for a good 45 minutes, then 8 hours, then another 45 minutes. I get home, I have to check up on my classes, so that's another hour on my ass. Then it's dinner, bathe the kid, put her to bed, and usually I'll read for an hour or so, depending how late it is. So lately, I've been trying to squeeze in 20 minutes of pilates here and there, 10 minutes of hooping when I can, maybe take a walk... but usually I'm just tired. And then I find myself making excuses.

Tomorrow I'm taking a yoga/pilates class that was offered free at my job. It runs for 6 weeks, so I'm going to see how much more exercise I can squeeze in during the next 6 weeks. Think I can lose 18 pounds in that amount of time? I'm at least going to try, and I'll post my updates here.

Go me!

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

On meat and the dark side

So... I fell off the no-meat wagon. If you follow me on twitter you probably already saw this. A couple reasons behind reverting back to my omnivorous diet - I was driving to Washington DC last week for work when I suddenly had an intense craving for chicken fajitas from Sheetz. I mean, I could taste them in my mouth and everything. Before you jump to conclusions, no, I'm not pregnant - I have too many little mouths to feed right now to consider it - but it was weird. And it made me really wonder - can I do this forever and ever amen? Well, it turns out I couldn't. A colleague at work took my boss and I out to dinner one night in DC at this fantastic restaurant called Nage. It was amazing - he's friends with the owner so we got the best treatment ever, which included many many goodies - some sort of salmon conncotion with caviar on top - and yes, I ate it. Caviar and all. They didn't really have much on the menu that was veggie-friendly, so I said eff it and ordered slow cooked salmon and chilled yellow tomato whip - it was all so beautiful and tasted every bit as good as it looked. If you're ever in Washington or Rehoboth Beach (the other location), definitely check it out. It made me want to become a total food snob. If only I knew the difference between shallots and scallops.

Not to mention the headaches I've had for the past two weeks. I've got to admit, as a vegetarian, I started off great, but it went downhill from there. I was living on bean burritos and cheese pizza for a while, which isn't exactly health food. I'd wake up in the morning with a splitting headache, like I drank too much (but I never drink anymore, I've learned my lesson there - unless it's mojitos, then it's a free for all), and it would dull down but stay with me pretty much all day.

I haven't had a headache since I went back to the dark side. Coincidence? Hmm.

Plus, grocery shopping with Mr. Cranky Pants was a pain in the tuckus. There was a week where I bought all my salad and things for lunch, and he bought a pack of steaks and a bag of potatoes. That's what he ate. ALL WEEK. Dinner was always a sucky time of day.

So, for my health and my relationship, I've decided just to eat a more balanced diet. I definitley can't exist on carbohydrates alone. Not to mention I've actually gained weight back in the past 3 weeks. I'm part Italian, and I love pasta. I've always hated having meat in my pasta, so it worked out good for a while. Plus, as part of my Catholic upbringing, I was intensely guilty, putting meat back in my gullet. But again, like a deeply rooted former Catholic - the sin feels so good. Heh.

Ryan and I have agreed to only shop for meat from local farms, which means no more buying steaks at Walmart. As I put my first bite of steak into my mouth on Monday evening, I wondered if the cow was still alive even after they cut it's throat. Good times!