Thursday, April 22, 2010
The Ten Commandments of Permanent Fat Removal
1. Thou shalt honor and believe in thyself.
2. Thou shalt move thy booty. Move it and move it some more.
3. Thou shalt never go hungry again. Eat small meals and healthy snacks throughout the day.
4. Thou shalt stock the fridge with the right stuff - the fruits and vegetables of the earth, the melba toast of men who walked before us.
5. Thou shalt honestly write it down. If you bite it, you must write it.
6. Thou shalt weigh and measure thyself and thy food.
7. Thou shalt drink enough Holy Water to frighten Noah and map out all the restrooms in thy village.
8. Thou shalt not deny thyself a treat or two now and then.
9. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's plate.
10. Thou shalt not eat out of misery, boredom, anxiety ... but should they over-indulge, forgive thyself immediately.
All Is Forgiven, Move On!
I ripped this right off INKMANSWIFE 's page. She said she stole it too, but I don't know who/where from.
I like it. It's pretty simple, accurate, good.
BALLOONS and KITES
I've been thinking about BUGGIRL19's blog about the balloon string for two days now. If you haven't read it--go--read. I'll wait.
Great. Nice to have you back.
Now, I've been trying to figure out; what is my string? What am I not seeing that is causing my stubborn weight to not just fly away? I love that a "little kid" knew enough to not just stand there yelling at the balloon to "go". He knew enough to turn his gaze in another direction. ( I wish I could italicize "in another direction")
I know that my gaze needs to be turned inward. Although I do believe that stuff in my outer world inhibits my winning the battle (ice cream in the freezer, chocolate in the candy dish, a big comfy couch and a nice inviting book to read--but look at commandment #8, it's all good). The real trouble always comes to an inner gaze thing.
I just have trouble navigating around in here.
It's dark in here.
I keep forgetting my flashlight.
I get scared.
I get stuck.
My voice has trouble articulating what is going on in here.
I get frustrated.
I shut down.
I eat. I get lazy. I seek that comfy couch and chocolate and ice cream to keep from remembering the flashlight. (food coma surely makes me foggy)
Now, some of you may not be big believers in a higher power, but I am, so bare with...
I believe living in darkness is death on earth. And sometimes, we need a little help illuminating the inner workings.
This requires a bit of bravery. You have to ask!
I ask for prayers from others. I also ask God to help me travel to the darkest places. See, I don't want to go there alone. And well, He wants to be there with me.
I also find some really prepared friends. You know, the ones who never leave home without a flashlight in tow. The ones who love truth. The ones who speak truth in love to me. The ones who know me so well they have super natural powers and can see through the walls (or, can see the strings I am stepping on). The ones who want me to soar!
I'm going to take a twist on the string/balloon analogy. I think my issues are like a balloon tied to a stuck string.
But I am like a kite.
I can only soar when someone is holding my string.
Someone who knows what they are doing. Someone who can get me to the right angle, under the right wind gust, and never let me go. Who knows what kind of tail (stuff) I need in what type of weather and helps me unload/let go of any extra stuff weighing me down.
But, letting go of the kite string means sure failure.
We need a tether to soar!
Now, go find a GREAT person, power, etc to hold your kite string!
ps. Thanks Spark friends for holding mine!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
"I feeeeeeeel Good. Na an na na na na na. I knew that I would yeah!"
Yesterday was poopy. I felt terrible in the am. But I dug deep and I found a groove. I even went walking last night. Then watched BL and Glee!!! Madonna!
"The worms crawl in. the worms crawl out. The worms play pinochle on my snout."
I don't know where that came from. Perhaps worm finding with one year olds. I do feel a bit giddy this morning, a bit childlike. Wonder what kind of innocent trouble I can get in?
Y*M*C*A It's fun to stay at the Y*M*C*A.
Or O*H*I*O Hang on sloopy. Sloopy hang on. (that's the Ohio State theme song. Why? I'm not sure.) One of my facebook friends? had a picture of herself and three friends along with the Washington Monument spelling that out. So, now it's stuck, randomly, in my head!
"Strike a pose, there's nothing to it. Vogue." Ahhhh, Glee! I had so much fun singing along last night that my daughter threatened to leave the the room. Rude. Whatever! She is just not the Madonna fan that I am. And I am no HUGE Madonna fan, by Madonna fan standards. I simply have "grown up" with her music.
Favorite line from last night: "When I pulled my hamstring, I saw a misogynist." Ha HA HA!
"Because I'm crazy for you." I feel a little crazy right now. Crazy good!
Have a FANTASTIC day!!! Sing some songs. "Sing out loud. Sing out strong. Make it simple to last your whole life long. Just sing. Sing a song."
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
My foot is bothering me terribly this morning. Dang neuroma! It has been fine for a while, but I guess the hiking yesterday set it afire. My elbow has also been bugging me. This usually occurs when I have been a knitting fool, but as I have not picked up the knitting needles in a awhile-that can't be the problem. Although, now that I think about it, my computer time has increased-maybe this is from the mouse use. Then there's all the gunky crud from allergies. My ears ache this morning! I took an anti-inflammatory last night and again this morning. The problem with it is that it makes me sluggish and sleepy. Like I am overly relaxed.
Ooooo. Am I a whiner, or what? I'll try to write something more positive later. But for now, I feel like taking a nap! Lord, help me get through this day!
Monday, April 19, 2010
BF got the new bike rack and after much cursing and struggling, he got our bikes up on it. Apparently, girls bikes do not mix well with the back-of-the-vehicle type of bike racks. He now feels he MUST purchase the $40 bar to place upon my bike to make it be a boys bike for the purpose of transportation. Oh, and actually, dear BF, that would be $40 x's 2 cause my darling daughter has a girly bike too! (she was away for the weekend, so he just put that right out of his mind). This biking thing sure is costing alot of money!
We went back to the Loveland Bike Trail, but drove to a different place to get on. First, BF knew of a spot, but we were cursed because the road to get to it was closed. So, he just 'penile-radared' it to another spot. I am always amazed a his ability to get us places around this city! It helps that he is a construction site inspector and has worked ALL over the area for over 17 years.
Where we got on was actually the furthest North we'd ever gone, so we got to go even more North. I really felt that I had about 10 miles in me. But when we reached 10 miles BF looked all sad that I wanted to turn around, so we pushed on. One thing that was quite amusing, was that an ice cream shop had painted "Miranda's Ice Cream" on the bike path with an arrow pointing North. I was not hungry, but made a mental note that this may just drive my DD to push on, if we ever come here with her.
We made it all the way to Miranda's and a little further, then headed back. What we did not realize, was that we were going WITH the wind the whole way up. Now, not only are we facing the sun, we are in a head wind, and the seed particles that we hadn't noticed on the way up were now filling my nostrils, eyes, and mouth. Lovely. Cough, cough, spew, swipe, grrr.
At about mile 11 I was ready to DIE! I had 3 more miles to go! I had to dig deep and push on. At about this time, BF decides to start "chatting" pleasantly to me. I wanted nothing to do with this!
*About 2 weeks ago I requested a little "romance" from BF. You know, stuff like, I love the way your eyes sparkle in the sun, or I really appreciate it when... He bought me flowers and called it done. I was not amused.
Back to the bike trail-
BF pulls up next to me and says "I love the way the sun shines on your sweaty face." I burst into laughter! I said, sweetie, if you are trying to be romantic, please do not include the word "sweaty"! Ha Ha HA
It was exactly what I needed to get me through the rest of that ride.
We then had a hour and a half to kill to meet up with my ex to collect my DD. So we went to a park and walked off the bike stiffness. And then we did what two perfectly insane people would do after burning all those calories- We found a Sonic and purchased Cherry Limeade Chillers. It was yummy.
Friday, April 16, 2010
My man and I are just fine. We still speak foriegn languages to each other. I don't mean that he speaks Spanish and I speak French. I mean he speaks Male and I speak Female. Could be translated as He speaks stupid and I speak rational, logical, intelligent. It could be... But not so much. (I admit that maybe sometimes, just sometimes, I speak "crazy-talk").
Really, we are fine. For real. The man I am speaking of is the husband of the most AMAZING woman I have had the pleasure to meet. She found out a year ago that he, the "man", (really he's a boy, no man worth being called a man wrecks a marriage) cheated on her. After much freaking out, she opted to try and work things out. Especially since the "man" said he wanted to work things out.
Now, apparently, in man talk this translates to, "I am too scared to make it on my own and if you say I can keep living here with you and I don't have to go out and find a place to live, cook for myself, or spend actual time with my kids 'cause you are not around to dump them on if I am not living here, then; sure. I want to work things out."
She just found out that he cheated on her again. Jerk. Why lie??? Jerk!
She really is the most amazing person. Shoot, I'd marry her I'd I was a man. She's been working 3 jobs since her husband lost his (he started the cheating loooong before this happened, so job loss depression is not the reason). She creates great things from very little. Her kids do not want for necessary things. She is a girl scout leader for her girls' troop. She got the family signed up for Karate so they could ALL do something together as a family. She gives to anyone in need. She prays her little heart out for those she can't give to in any other way. She lets people stay at their house if they have nowhere else to go. She is so positive. A great problem solver. OMG! She is awesome!
I am so angry! Of course this brings up a lot of stuff from my past (my ex-husband was a cheater). He and I have worked a ton out. But the sting is still perceptible. I HATE that my friend now has to go through all of the crap of divorce, custody, finances, highly volatile emotions, self-esteem issues, on-and-on.
She has so many great people in her life. She attracts them. She even admits that she met her husband at a bar, drunk and too young to know better and was in no shape at that time to attract good to her. She grew up. He hasn't. Bahhhh!
I need to calm myself down to be able to be a real help for her. But, right now, if she asked me to set him on fire--I would.
Okay, I have been through this and I do know a few things about the laws; but if any of you have any advice to give to a "newly in the process of divorcing Mom of three young kids"--Bring it on!
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