He's happy it's Sunday too.
A friend of mine posted this on my Facebook wall (or timeline or whatever the hell it's called now) the other day. I then tried to describe it to my boss who thought a video about a guy on a bike sounded stupid until I forced him to watch it. Now I am forcing you to watch it.
I don't even think I could walk on some of those things without falling let alone do it on a bike.
And the song is pretty awesome too.
Backhanded compliments are the best, aren't they?
When telling someone, who has always had a way of making me feel a just little bit bad about myself, my current pant size (not totally out of the blue or anything because if that was the case, I would say nasty stuff to me too)...would I expect their response to be anything other than what they said: "Holy Shit! That's the size I wear"?
Did they mean, holy shit I can't believe your fat ass was able to squeeze in to the same size as me? Or maybe it meant, holy shit, you're tiny? Or who knows what it meant but I am not 100% sure it was a compliment.
"Poor girl. You just can't lose those boobs, can you?"
I have a love for Paul Newman.
This is fact.
And he's from Cleveland...only makes me love him more.
I used to have this episode of Iconoclasts on my dvr but lost it when I moved--I am off to track an online version down so I can watch repeatedly instead of watching the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, Atlanta, Orange County, Hell.
When I originally set out to lose some weight, I made these Frye boots my goal purchase. I have wanted them for years and fat calves just won't fit in them. (And they aren't cheap.) They remind me of a pair my mom had in the 70's that I would play dress up in, I loved those boots. But now that I am here, I don't want to actually buy the boots anymore-well, I do but I don't want them to be all funked up with salt and snow and before you know it, boot season will be over. So I am amending my goal purchase-along with my goal. (My original goal was 50 pounds and Frye boots.)
New goal is 60 pounds (maybe 65) and Kate Spade Charm shoes. By the time I get there, it should be just in time to start wearing them.
I'll make the boots a keeping the weight off reward.
Yesterday morning I hurt my back at the gym doing thrusters (squats in to a push press with a 45 pound bar). Second round of seven in and I felt it go. It's hurts to stand up straight, it hurts to get up from a sitting position, it hurts to cough, it hurts to sit on the toilet to pee (TMI? well it does. And getting up off the toilet is no picnic either). And because I am absolutely insane, I was trying to tough it out and take nothing stronger than Tylenol. I was using those Icy Hot patches and resting on the couch, and trying to stretch every few hours so it didn't tighten up any more than it already was. I wouldn't even take ibuprofen or Aleve..."Why?" one might ask. Well, non-steroidals can cause your body to retain fluids and today was my weigh in day. Yep, I didn't want to take any drugs that may or may not (and usually do not) have had any effect on the back pain so that I didn't have any water weight gain for today's weigh in. I said it was take no prisoners and I didn't care who got in my way, including myself, I guess. Plus I don't like to take meds...at all. Hate it actually.
I have mentioned before that I weigh myself obsessively and this past week I got on the scale and was exactly at my original goal of 50 pounds lost. But that's an "unofficial" weigh in and therefore doesn't really count. I know all of this makes me crazy--I am in pain and I opted to try and tough it out so I can try and have a good weigh in?! What's another week to get to goal?! I am competitive (and crazy...see above and actually all of my previous posts if you need additional proof) and I just wanted to have the best possible outcome.
So now that my weigh in is over...and I HIT MY GOAL...bring on the Aleve! I am "officially" down 50.4 pounds. Too bad this milestone is marred by some back pain but I will be jumping up and down soon enough. Bring on the stretch goal of 60 pounds (which may be updated as I get closer to it)!!
Bitch! What are you looking at?! So what it's 50 degrees out, I am hanging out in front of this space heater. You use your heated seats when it's 60 out so shut up and quit judging me.
Last night I texted my friend, who is also not drinking, and asked her what she was up to for the evening. Both of us had nothing so we decided to finally see Breaking Dawn Part 1. We've waited so long to go see it, we had to travel to a theater further away than our regular place. Valley View was an adventure in and of itself. Such amazing people watching-where do these people come from? What rock did they crawl out from under? Where did they still find a matching velour sweat suit to wear to the movies? Every pair or small group of women in their 30's were going to see Breaking Dawn-we were calling it. We were laughing and judging. And we were even judging ourselves a little bit.
Anyway...For the last couple of Twilight movies we were there opening weekend with our mini bottles of cheap champagne. We were ready. We were excited. But the problem with spreading out the movies like they have, WE'VE MOVED ON. We've found Hunger Games. (That movie comes out in March and WE'RE READY!!!) And like any relationship that has gone on too long, we were no longer able to overlook the things we used to think were kind of cute and endearing. Jacob doesn't take off his shirt enough. Kristen Stewart is a terrible actress with bunny teeth. The sex was awkward. So. So. Awkward. (and isn't is always that way in this stage of the relationship?!) We left laughing, laughing at how bad it was. Except we really want to know what raspberry lip stain they use on all the vampires. Their pouts are perfectly colored.
At this point, we are committed. We're going to have to see the last one. But I can only imagine it's going to be like the one last time with someone you used to love. It's going to be awkward and bad and is only going to cement in your mind that you've moved on. Now GET YOUR SHIT AND GET OUT!
image from Jennsylvania's recap of the movie. I should have just stuck with the recap.
Ah, the good old "prison breakfast" as I like to call it. Cottage cheese, with a little preserves mixed in. Light wheat toast. And usually a coffee or 10. Since joining Weight Watchers, I have found this is the lowest point breakfast I can have that also doesn't make me want to hurt someone because I am so hungry. OK, sometimes I still want to hurt people because I am hungry but usually that's around 4 in the afternoon. (Goal of 50 pounds.....I can see you and I am coming for you who cares who gets caught in the cross fire I mean business enough of this messing around.)
But the real reason I took these photos was not to show anyone that I have one of the most boring breakfasts out there but because apparently I am thirsty. Two nights of heavy drinking in a row will do that to a lady. A 20z of iced tea and coffee (or tea on sunday because I was too lazy to make coffee).
Well for the next three weeks, I am not going to be drinking. Yep, I said it. I put it out there. No drinking for me until my friend's wedding on the 21st. A couple of reasons---I am like less than 5 pounds away from my initial weight loss goal (and my stretch goal isn't too far away either) and I am sure that the last couple of months of overindulging hasn't helped and a little detox might be all I need to get there. Also, two of my friends stop drinking for the month of January as their detox, so I have support. We can all not drink together.
So the need to rehydrate in the morning will only be a result of a kick butt workout and not a giant hangover the size of Texas...at least for the next three weeks.
Bacon is pooped out from all the partying/playing he did to end 2011.
He's ready to settle in for the long winter in front of the space heater.
Happy New Year! The holiday season is OFFICIALLY over.
I now am going to bore you with some of the things I want to work on in 2012...not really resolutions per se, just things to work on.
Wear more sparkles
Dress up more
Wear fancy shoes
Ease off the Facebook stalking
Drink less beer...more wine...or vodka...or bourbon
Stop throwing clothes on the bathroom floor
Break in the new mattress
Buy less from Target
Do my hair more
Eat more vegetables
More make-out sessions
Stop lounging around in Under Armor on the weekends
Hit that weight loss goal (so close yet so far away)
Only wear the good underwear
Here's to a fantabulous 2012. Cheers!