Side Note: Realization

I'm not funny in writing.

I have my moments in person, you know, if you can get past the stuttering. Because for some reason I can not get through a story without ti-ti-ti-ticking through parts or, lets be honest, completely forgetting words anymore.

I read through these other blogs and end up completely in tears because of the way they have told their story. And I think, this kind of stuff happens to me, but I can't portray it in the same way.

I must work on this.

I can't make this stuff up

I had big plans on Monday: Get back on schedule, make dinners, exercise.

All of that has gone to hell in 3 days.

Monday
D.Soup's favorite pair of pants had a hole in a very inconvenient place. AKA his crotch. And he's been begging me for weeks to fix it so he can wear them again. So I finally took a few minutes and patched it up with the sewing machine at my mom's house.

Afterwards, we didn't have enough time to cook dinner and make it to the gym before my 8 pm cutoff, so we stopped at Burger King (fail #1). It was delicious. It was also 30 points.

It was decided that D.Soup was going to the gym, and I would take Calli for a walk and do my run when he got home, because I did not want to have to deal with her while I was on the treadmill alone. I also did not want to be alone for the first introduction between Calli and the treadmill. I feel that would be traumatic for all parties involved.

Calli and I went for our walk. And during this time I remember that I offered to go with my mom to the airport to collect my sister and her family. Which meant that my treadmill time was conflicting with my "helpful sister" time (fail #2). So I make the choice to find something OnDemand once I get home.

YOGA. Yoga is what I choose. Which is fine... it was actually a really good workout.

But my dog. My GIRL dog. Took the "downward dog" position way to literally for my liking and humped me every time I had to go into that pose. It was overwhelming, and disturbing.

AND THEN, 5 minutes left in my workout. And someone knocks on the door of my house. I thought for a minute maybe D.Soup forgot his key. If only I was that lucky.

I open the door to find his little sister, in tears. Now, I've had issues with this girl in the past. So of course I had to work three times harder than normal not to roll my eyes at her through the storm door... I'm just going to sum up her drama of the moment:

1. Her dad is "an ass" and tells her she's useless
2. Her mom doesn't defend her against him
3. Her "friend" is a bitch
4. The boy she likes isn't speaking to her (because she yelled at him)

She's 19. THESE are normal issues a 19 year old has to face.

Long story short: I told her to suck it up and stop being mean to everyone.

She then proceeded to sit around and talk and wait for D.Soup to get home. ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS FINISH MY YOGA. Dammit.

Tuesday
I started the day off in pain. It was good pain. It was 25 minutes of YOGA pain. So I was cool with it. Does that mean I didn't complain all day? Hell no, I whined like a little girl...

On the way to work I realized I didn't pack a breakfast bar. Eff. So I get a bagel with butter from downstairs. Come back up, eat it.. THEN put it in the points calculator: 13 points. THIRTEEN POINTS. That's HALF of my daily points value. DOUBLE Eff.

By the time I ate lunch I had 3 points left for the afternoon.

My pregnant sister was feeling lazy yesterday afternoon. And since she works in the same building with my husband, she asked him to drive her to her car. Well at 4 pm they get ready to go, and our.car.won't.start.

WTF

Our BRAND-NEW-I-HAVEN'T-EVEN-MADE-A-PAYMENT-ON-YOU-YET-YOU-LITTLE-BASTARD car will not start.

So my sister walks to her car, drives over to my building, picks me up. So we can see if it's just D.Soups key fob. Its not.

So I reschedule our dentist appointments for the second time. We ride with my sister to meet my mother. They exchange cars (and babies) and my sister leaves. Mom drives D.Soup and I to her house, we drop her off. We drive her car BACK to our broken car and try to jump it. Fail. We call a tow truck. They say they'll be there within the hour. It's 6 pm already. FML.

So we get Subway. Another 20 point meal. It's alright because my Fake Watchers points were already fucked for the day... so I don't care.

Then we sit and wait for the tow. 7 pm rolls around and he's nowhere to be found. 7:20... nothing. I believe he finally showed up at 7:30. And the Would Not Shut Up the entire time we were with him. LUCKILY, I sat in the car and left D.Soup to deal with him. Because I would have punched him.

We finally got to pick Calli up from my parents house at 9:30. And went home and climbed straight into bed.




Hopefully today will go more smoothly.

So far so good.

Serious Business Time

Alright, well as much as it hurts me to admit this... I've pretty much gained all the weight back that I lost in April/May. An entire 8 pounds... I knew it was going to happen with all the time I took off. But it didn't stop me from almost losing it last night when I stepped on the scale. It was probably stupid of me to do it after a day of eating, but it sent an important message home...

Well today that ends.

I was doing so freaking good. Damn it, there were actual results and I still just gave up. I'm really irritated at myself. I NEED to lose this weight, it's to the point of ridiculousness now. It's got to go.

Today I'm starting up C25K again. And I'm going to run every other day until I'm done. And maybe I'll keep running after that.

We're also getting back on the wagon with healthy cooking today. We didn't have any groceries, and so abandoned all hope of making good-for-us food. But we fixed that this weekend, so we have food to make and good things to eat. Finally.

So,

• Back on with Fake Watchers.
• Back on with Tracking my weight daily.
• Back on with Making dinner every night and taking leftovers for lunches.
• Back on with C25K and other forms of exercise.

I feel like I need to do this, not just for the weight loss... but for myself. I always get motivated to do it, and never follow all the way through.

I will do it this time.

Deliciousness

I made a Deer Zucchini Casserole for dinner last night. It was delicious. I just made everything up, so when I was talking to my mom later and she asked for the recipe, I had to remember exactly what I did.

I'm glad I had to write it down... Now I'll have it for later use.

Here it is:

1 lb. deer meat
1 whole zucchini (I used half of a squash and half of a zucchini) chopped, I left mine kinda big
1 box penne (or whatever) pasta -- I used ronzoni smart taste
2 15 oz. cans tomato sauce
1 can rotel diced tomatoes with jalapeños
1/2 cup chicken broth
1/2 cup chopped onion (I used onion powder because I didn't have real onion)
4 cloves garlic -- 2 smashed 2 chopped
Cheese (I used provolone slices, but that was all I had)
Fresh Basil (I have freeze dried, and just shook it out, didn't measure)
1 bay leaf

2 ish tbsp. EVOO (I have a dispenser thing and just went around the pan twice)

Dispenser thing for my EVOO

Preheat oven to 350

Put the cans of tomato sauce and diced tomatoes into a large frying pan. I used my big cast iron skillet. Add the 2 smashed cloves of garlic, broth, and onion and leave to simmer on low heat.

Put EVOO in another frying pan. Add chopped garlic and let simmer for 2 min. Add deer meat and cook until brown. Add zucchini and cook 5 more min.

Add meat mixture to tomato sauce. Season with salt and pepper to taste. Continue to simmer on low heat for 20 min. Stir occasionally.

After 20 min, add basil and bay leaf. Start water boiling for pasta now. After about 10 min, taste the sauce, if it's a little tart, add a little sugar. Might want to do this anyway, mine wasn't tart but I added about 2 tsp of sugar and it changed the sauce's taste...yum.

Cook the pasta 10 min (or whatever your instructions say for al dente). When that's done Remove the bay leaf and the two smashed garlic cloves from the sauce. Layer pasta, sauce, cheese. And again. Cook for 15 min.

Enjoy. ;)



I realized as we were going to bed last night, that I didn't take a single picture of my creation.

Fail.

This is just sad

I have nothing going on in my life. Well, at least, that's what it feels like.

I mean, I know that over the past 12 days there's been a bunch that has happened. But each day I look back and try to think about something to write and there's nothing. Sad.

That means we'll just have to recap:

Monday/Tuesday:
So last weekend D.Soup decided we were disappointed in our current car (which we've only had for a year), and wanted to look around at something else. The reasoning I have in my head as to why it's not completely ridiculous for us to be trading in a 1 year old car is this: I shouldn't be disappointed in a car that is from a company that makes nothing but luxury cars. The End.

Well, as it just so happens, when D.Soup and I get our minds on something it usually ends up happening within the week. Which means: we are now the proud owners of a Jeep Grand Cherokee!

It's green. But it looks black in these pictures.

Wednesday:
I twitched all day at work just waiting for 2:30 pm. That was the time that everything was going to happen, magic hour.

2:30 hit, and we left... got in the car... and headed to Philadelphia to go!see!GLEE!!!

It was glorious. Everything I had ever hoped and dreamed it would be. And at the end I started asking my friends who wanted in on tickets for the next night in DC. I had a few takers too, until it took us 4 hours to get home because of traffic. Ugh.

It was totally worth it.

Thanks for the pictures, Tiff. :)

Thursday:
I thought I was dying. Not going to sleep until 3 am blows. We got out of bed at 6:30. I am a beast. I drank more caffeine this day than I think I have in 10 years. It.wasn't.helping. I begged, BEGGED D.Soup to take me home. But NO, we stayed at work all 8 hours. Like I said, beast.

Friday:
We went to work. We were bored. So we left. It was amazing to be able to just up and leave. We don't do it very often, so it's nice every once in a while. I'm going to be paying for it later when I have to either make up the time or use my leave, but it was worth it. D.Soup went and played golf with one of his boyfriends. I went to my mom's house and hung out with her and my sister's kids. And crafted.

Results of crafting

I made these banners for my friends bridal shower. I'm really excited about them. I'm making a bunch of other stuff too, but these are the only thing that's finished right now. I'm thinking about posting them on Etsy and trying to sell some. :)

Saturday:
D.Soup went crabbing with one of his other boyfriends (there are many) early in the morning. This allowed me to sleep in a little, and then go to mom's all day and work on finishing up the paper part of the banners. Calli hung out with us while we were crafting, and she managed to make a complete mess of the floor in my grandfathers basement (my fault - I gave her a piece of wood from outside and she turned into a beaver... wood chips were everywhere).

After my nice relaxing morning, the afternoon/evening turned into a frantic mess. It went a little like this:

4 pm --
D.Soup: We're on our way home from crabbing. We're going to call everyone in a little while to plan a time for picking crabs.
Mz.Soup: Alright, make sure you give everyone time, since we're going out tonight too.
D.Soup: Hon, I got this.
5 pm --
D.Soup: Okay, we're going to meet over here at 5:30.
Mz.Soup: I'll be there
5:30 pm --
D.Soup: So it's just going to be us.
Mz.Soup: Why?
D.Soup: There's not enough time to eat and get ready.
Mz.Soup: I told you!
6 pm --
Frantic crab picking and eating
7 pm --
Drive home to take a shower. Hit.every.traffic.light.
7:15 pm --
Get in shower
7:19 pm --
Get out of shower (shortest shower of my LIFE. AND I shampooed, conditioned, and washed.)
7:30 pm --
Leave house (we were running late -- supposed to be at our friends house at 7:30)
8 pm --
Drop boys off at Buffalo Wild Wings. Go to dinner with the girls.

After 8, it was a very relaxed and fun night. We got dinner at this Italian place none of us had every been to, and it was amazing. Then we went out for drinks. And got hit on by some creepers.

I made sure to tell D.Soup multiple times that it's completely ridiculous to try to do that many things in such a short amount of time. I don't know if I got through though.

Sunday:
I cleaned my face off. The sad thing is, I only got 2 rooms cleaned. But they are, for the most part, scrubbed and beautiful. That should tell you how much of a disaster area my house is right now. We did pretty much ALL of the laundry over the weekend too, so that's good.

Then I did nothing but play Words with Friends the rest of the night.

...Slowing...Down...

I don't know what happened.

One minute, I'm cruising along... Dropping weight like its nothing, starting the C25K program, planning all this great stuff to do for the house.

The next minute, I've hit a wall.

I've got a billion things teeming around in my head that I know I need to do.

• Keep up with diet/exercise
• Take Calli for more walks
  
• Clean every single room in the house
• Do laundry
• Write thank you cards (seriously, we got married in October, this needs to happen)
  
• Get my closet organized
• Go through all our clothes
• Weed the flower bed so I can plant things
• Clean up the back patio
• Get back into knitting

The list goes on and on and on...

And all I want to do is read.