Thursday, December 10, 2009
Yesterday was the Christmas party at Quilt Club. I attended, therefore, I was already in trouble.
I didn't start out in trouble. I had wonderful intentions. I made a big bowl of cut up fruit, knowing that way I was sure there would be good food for me to eat. The fruit was beautifully presented in a big crystal bowl, looking very festive indeed.
The program was really wonderful. The Sequim Men's Acapella Choir came and put on a program for us. They are really good, and before we were ready, the end of the program came. A very FAST 45 minutes of sheer pleasure.
As soon as they began marching out the door, I stood up and began looking lustfully at the food tables.
The dessert tables were the closest ones to me.
The the President stood up and made an announcement that we were to file up to the tables, beginning with the SALAD tables, first.
Not only THAT, but we were to go up when they called our table row, and not before! Of course, the table I was sitting at got called last.
That wasn't so bad, though, because I hit the dessert tables while everyone else was dutifully doing the tables in the correct order.
The quilters at our table were grousing about probably being LAST, so I was a good Santa' s Helper and got them all one of those little brownies shaped like a Christmas tree.
They were commercially done, and a bit dry, but we enjoyed them.
Still not our turn. Those little pastries next to the Christmas tree brownies looked good. I think they have lemon curd fillings.
I saunter over and get some for our table. Yep. Lemon curd. Very good, too.
Still not our turn. Time to get some of that frothy punch over there. I get enough to go around.
We chat for a few moments, noticing how slowly the lines are going. I am elected (by ME) to get us some cookies. The cookies are REALLY good. Munch munch.
We need more punch. Okay. No one else has touched the punch bowls. Wonder why??
While I am getting the punch, I notice that my table members are heading to the line. Our table was called while I was drifting over the dessert tables.
I put down the punch, and head for the salad table.
Somehow, not much looks all that enticing to me. There was one dish that had beets and pomegranites mixed together, which I had never had before. I put some of that on my plate, think again, and add a bit more.
Going down the line, I help myself to a plate full of different salads that I have ever seen before, and of course, the fresh fruit.
I look over the main entree tables, and only want some of the yams and home made herb bread. Plop one of those rolls on my plate and go sit down.
My plate is really, REALLY full. It is full of all kinds of delicious, good for me food. I eat every morsel, and want to go for seconds, especially the yams and the beet pomegranite salad, which are both outstanding.
Of course, when I get to the tables, all of the yams and the beet salad were gone. Too bad.
I go sit down, via the dessert tables. I still have my dinner plate in my hands.
Trouble, with a capital T!!
I ignore all warnings in my head, and put the biggest piece of chocolate mousse cake on my plate. Then add a few cookies. And a different brownie. My plate runneth over.
I munch everything on my plate (after all, aren't we SUPPOSED to clean up our plates???!) and go back for another kind of cookie. I take two.
Others are beginning to leave, and the kitchen crew is beginning to clean up. I hurry over and get a plate "to take home to Ted". Of course, I only go to the dessert table.
I load up a big new plate with 2 big pieces of chocolate mousse cake. For Ted. Then I add four cookies. For Ted. Oh, there are some other cookies I didn't see before! Take four, for Ted.
I am one of the last people in the room, so now they are doling out the "take it home or we will throw it out" thing. There is some kind of cake that is nearly complete. I think it is an apple ring cake.
Sure, I will take it home with me, for Ted.
I now have to find a box to carry all this food. Ah! There's one. I fill the box for Ted, but can't get everything in it.
I take the first load (for Ted) out to the car, and come back and get the rest. Oh my. No one wants those last two pieces of chocolate mousse cake? Well, ok, I will take it home .......... to Ted. And yes, I will take that cranberry cake bread home to him, too.
I'm loaded up, and so is my car, and I head home.
Ted sees all I am bringing in the house, and he says it looks great. I am beginning to have doubts as to how good it looks.
We have a good dinner, (like I need more food!!) then he brings a piece of chocolate mousse cake and milk for each of us. How kind of him to serve me, and how much I do NOT want to eat that stupid chocolate mousse cake. But it is in front of me and "clean up your plate" resounds in my head.
I reluctantly (truly!) pick up a fork and begin to eat it, zombie fashipn. I finally give it up, and tell Ted he can have the rest of mine. He is happy with that. So am I.
I never want to see a chocolate mousse cake again in my life. Each of those pieces I ate were big enough for three people.
Today I had to face facts. I had really sabotaged myself.
I know it is cold outside, but maybe, just Maybe! I can get into my flannel lined jeans. I couldn't get them over my thighs last winter. Hey, Holy Smokes! They not only slipped right up, they are BAGGY on me! I need a belt for my pants!!
DEFINITELY have to get yesterday's Pig Fest off my body before it all turns to lard.
I put on my shoes, jacket, gloves, pedometer and timer and headed out into the 19 degree morning air.
I could FEEL the tonnage of yesterday's pig out on my thighs and butt. That won't do! It must be removed immediately!
I have to walk fast, very fast, and swing my arms for maximum burn.
Actually, it felt really good once I got moving.
I walked three miles for Chocolate Mousse Cake.
Ah, the Christmas Season...........ya gotta love it!
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Ok. I added my Christmas photos tonight.
Here;s the deal: If you want to see them up close and personal, just let me know.
I need to know how many to cook for!
Several of you asked for photos of the crystal ornaments I put on my tree. I took the photos, only to find out that they don't come out very well.
That's why you have to come here, live and in person.
I would love to serve you some hot apple cider and a good Christmas dinner!
If you live in the area, and want to take me up on that, just send a private sparkmail message!
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Yesterday I actually cleaned my office and exercise room. I woke up today all stiff and sore from over doing things yesterday.
I vowed to do nothing but stretch today. My entire body needed it.
I decided it would be okay to not do any workout whatsoever today, just stretch.
So I log on to SP, and decide "Hey, I haven't weighed in for a while. Might as well do that and the measurements, too."
One pound left the ranch!!! Inches left with the pound!!
Ok. Let 's see how I am doing on the points. Gee, my body really still hurts and is sure stiff!
I switch to the fitness page, intending to find stretches.
Sure enough, there is the strength training exercises I am supposed to do today. For some reason, I really resist strength training. I only want to walk.
But the workout tools are waiting and calling me......actually, they are TAUNTING me.
The pretty blue ball is nearly jumping up and down saying "Me first! Me first!"
Let's listen to Bob Marley and some Reggae!
Okay, I will stretch with the ball. That ought to feel very good. I stretch a bit, then decide to do some crunches on the ball. After all, that's not a huge venture into exercise!
The crunches led to wall sqats with the ball, which led into kneeling roll outs with the ball, which led into push ups with the ball.
WHAT'S GOING ON HERE????? I have been sabotaged by a BALL.
I am doing Hamstring curls followed by back stretches on the ball.
Good Grief! When can I get off this stupid BALL and do simple stretches??!!
Then it dawns on me. I am capable of simply getting off the ball. I mean, I AM IN CHARGE HERE, NOT SOME STUPID BALL!!!
I get off the ball, and look at the stationery bike, which is now calling me to go for a ride.
Go for a RIDE??? I have already been taken for a ride. By a ball. And Bob Marley. Two very dangerous creatures to get involved in on a day that was only supposed to be for stretches.
I whisper this to you, friend, so the ball and Marley can't hear.
"i do feel better."
NOW I will spend the day stretching.................out of sight of that damned ball!!
Monday, November 30, 2009
Today I walked 5 miles in 51 minutes! I just kept pushing my speed, and WOW! I was really making tracks!
I have finally gotten guilty enough to get back on the program. I was not logging all my food, exercise or much of anything else these past couple weeks. I rarely went outside to walk, using the excuse of rain and/or wind. SO WHAT???!!!
It's not like I will melt in the rain, or blow away with the wind. I am made of much sturdier stuff than that. Some of my "sturdier" jiggles. In the wrong places. Not good. Not good at all.
It all happened today like this: My friend Shirley (lovescamping) wrote a beautiful blog. She talked about her son and she decorating the Food Bank for the holidays, and how her son is making her a live wreath out of the excess Christmas branches from their tree.
I thought to myself "and just what am I doing sitting in the house, denying my need of exercise?". Emphasis on the I.
I got on the scale, and have gained 1/4 pound. NOT GOOD! I lost 43 pounds with WW, stopped doing the program, and gained 41 of those pounds right back. So, 1/4 pound may not sound like much, and is easy to dismiss with a shrug and "oh well", but in my case, 1/4 pound increase quickly becomes 41 pound increase.
That's right. Even a miniscule number like 1/4 counts! And it is too easy to let it grow into 41.
Try walking 1/4 mile as fast as you can, and you will see how important 1/4 of anything really IS!
On with my shoes, grab the pedometer and timer, jacket and gloves, and off to walk I go. I decide to see how fast I can walk before I have to stop.
Up knolls and down, step after step, I speed along. I am amazed as to just how fast I can go! This Spark Thing, as I call it, really pays off!
I had no idea that when I timidly agreed to a mile a day in September challenge that it would lead to this kind of ability and happiness.
I really love walking now. It has become a personal challenge for myself. I feel invigorated when I walk, and Winsten sometimes sits down and waits for me to come back because he is tired. No THAT impresses me!
Winsten, as most of you know, is a Golden Retriever. He is five years old now, and just beginning to settle into life. , which means he has slowed down to a speed of Mach 1.
I must admit here that he was outside before me for about a half hour, so he did get in some kind of workout before I showed up on the scene. He found me at my first mile lap, and was happy to go along with me until the last mile.
HA! I finally showed HIM a thing or two! This old broad could keep going, even after HE got tired.
Let me tell you about that last mile. It is the first time I have walked that fast, and the first time I did 5 miles on my "exercise" walk. I say that because I believe have walked 5 miles before.......in malls and such. Those walks don't count for me, though, because I was STROLLING, not WALKING.
I am zinging right along, and then look at the pedometer. Holy Cats! I have already done 4 miles! I can stop now............uh, wait a minute. Ms. Smarmy shows up!
"OK Cuddlethighs! Why not try one more mile, or are you going to quit NOW?"
I press my lips together so as not to use the language that comes to mind every time SHE enters the picture, and feel my feet stomp for about four steps.
I am stomping on her words, but nevertheless, I am still moving.
The stomp soon turns back into steps, because I am facing the hill again. I feel my calves stretching to keep up, and my butt is announcing that perhaps I am doing a bit too much. The jiggle in them is getting a bit tight. That's a GOOD thing!
I bravely face the hill, one step at a time, one breath at a time, and before I know it, I am at the top, doing the big loop!
It's all downhill from here, and I am actually beginning to play with the idea of going another mile.
Then I remember tomorrow is another day, and I will no doubt feel the workout today. I choose to end the walk with my stretches after the five miles, look at the timer and almost fall over.
THANK YOU, Sparkies, for nudging me along. THANK YOU, for all the encouragement and laughter you have given me. THANK YOU for being on this journey together!
Here's to all of you: THANK YOU!!!
I am WOMAN! HEAR ME ROAR!
Now I will have a small piece of fruitcake. Huh? Who's there?? Who is telling me that I don't need the fruit cake, and that Special K will fill me up just as much without all the fat?
My Goodness! It is ALL OF YOU!
Thanks, I needed that. CUDDLETHIGHS??? Not today!
Friday, November 27, 2009
We did have a lovely Thanksgiving. We went to our neighbor's. It is a fun story.
They came over last week, "just chatting". They were nudging each other with their elbows, saying under their breath "YOU ask her" and "NO, YOU ask her".
Finally Ted and I got a bit restless watching this nonsense, and I said "Ok. Just come out with it. What do you want?".
Then Toby blurted out "Do you cook good turkeys and make good dressing and gravy?"
What a weird question. Ted responded with a loud "She sure DOES!".
Then they explained that they wanted to do Thanksgiving at their house, but they always make lousy turkeys, dressing and gravy. "So if we supply the turkey, would you cook it?"
It was after I agreed to it that they told us they would have a guest list of 14.
So I cooked turkey, dressing and gravy, our house smelled wonderful, and we packed it all up and across the road we go.
We walk in, carrying all our food, and there are these guests.....all sitting down in the living room, looking like they were starving, and not doing any conversation.
When they saw us, they all jumped up and cheered "The turkey is here!" and headed for the table.
Neither Ted nor I dropped the food we were hauling, even though we were laughing so loud.
Dinner was really good, the turkey was moist and cooked to perfection, the gravy without nary a lump and the dressing rich with flavor. The side dishes they supplied were wonderful.
It was one of the funniest thanksgivings we have ever had!
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