Tuesday, January 31, 2006

"Mom Jeans"

You know you've seen them. Maybe your beloved mother even wears them. Check them out...


Courtesy SNL

Please take your favorite "mom jean" wearer to the nearest mall and help her through this horrible wardrobe mishap.

I Wonder...

I am sitting here, looking out the window at the falling rain...taking a break from the everyday dreadful thing we call work. I have the luxury of working from home some days, which can be good and bad. I can sit here in my flannel pants and sweatshirt and not have to worry about what my hair looks like. Let's face it, what's better than that? On the other hand, I am at the beck and call of my scale which shouts to me everytime I go to the bathroom.

So, I weigh myself, but not just once...I'll weigh myself before I pee, with my clothes on. Then I will weigh myself after I pee just to see how much "weight" I've lost, if any, by peeing. Then I will take every thing off and weigh myself again to see what I "really weigh." Then, of course, I have to weigh myself again with all my clothes on so that next time I weigh myself I don't have to take everything off to know how much "I've gained." Hmm, ya think it's easy, huh?

So I got to wondering today, why do we have "fat days" and what's makes us have them? And why can we go from being "ok" with ourselves (as best as can be) to "hating" what we look like? It can all change so instantly too, which never makes any sense to me.

After "hating" yourself for a while, and spending every waking moment, and sometimes sleeping ones too, obsessing about your body and how much you hate it and want to change it, you sometimes get that guilty feeling. The why can't I appreciate my healthy body for what it is feeling? Or the, I am so lucky to be able to function at a capacity greater than normal, when there are people who are dying of diseases which they cannot recover from or there is no cure for feeling. Unfortunately, I don't have these thoughts everyday. Just once in a while when you see one of those sappy 20/20 episodes, or you run into someone in a store who can't get around by themselves. It makes ya feel like such a selfish person. There you are obsessing about every calorie burned, every piece of food that goes into your mouth (or doesn't), and what that damn scale says. What can be more selfish than that?? How can I be that selfish?? My body has been exceptionally good to me. It has made me an All-American athlete, but look how I treat it? Granted, I am not that harmful to it, but I don't really give it everything it needs either. I could be treating it a lot worse.

So after writing all that, I still sit here wanting to, and working towards, losing 10 lbs. Where will that get me in my journey? I don't know. I wonder why I want it so badly, and I wonder if I will ever stop wanting it so badly.

Monday, January 30, 2006


Sometimes we all need a little serene beach scene to get us through the day.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Big Weekend

It was a big weekend for me in many ways. I went to NYC twice, saw two broadway shows, got into some arguments with my mother, and had a few revelations. Wow, I am exhausted.

First we will start with the fun stuff...I went to see Dirty Rotten Scoundrels on Saturday night. It was so incredibly funny. It's a must see. The cast was wonderful. Sunday, I went back to the city to see The Lion King. Great sets, costumes, and music. I'd say the very first song of the show was the best part. I sat there in amazement as I watched these animals come to life, listening to the ensemble belt out the tunes. But, I have to say, I'd see DRS again in a second and not TLK. I realized, after seeing both of these shows, that that is something I would really love to do. This happens every time I see a show. I leave there thinking "man, I want to do that?" This happens expecially after seeing RENT, my favorite show. So that led me to believe that I really don't enjoy my job, which is really no surprise because it's not in my field, or doing anything I want to be doing. The only good thing is that my boss is really cool and flexible so I get to do a lot of things. However, if I was doing something that I really loved doing, which I am still not sure if that is possible, my life may be much more fulfulling and happier. I also realized that I would love to live in the city. (I think that every time I go there though). There is just so much life out there.

Now onto my mother completely pissing me off this weekend. There's the "water bottle" incident, which I realized today must go much deeper than that. I'm no psychologist, not even close, but I don't think my mother throwing away 2 dollar waters bottles could really upset me that much. So, I am sure it goes beyond that, I just don't know how. Maybe I just really need to move out!! But right now, it's bed time.

Saturday, January 28, 2006


I NEED to move out of my house now!! My mother is driving absolutely insane. I was looking for my stupid water bottles and couldn't find them, so I asked her about them. I can't find them because she fucking threw them out!! WTF?! I am so pissed because I don't understand why the hell she can't just take them out of the dishwasher and tell me that they are there, instead of leaving them there, waiting for me to take care of them. Then, when I don't take care of them because I don't know they are there, she throws them out. I am so pissed over these stupid, fucking water bottles but they were perfect size for the gym. Ahhhh!!

So now I have to go to my friends and get in the car and drive to NYC and try to be all chipper. It was supposed to be a nice day, but now I am just pissed. I really need to go outside and run about 80 miles until I feel better or pass out, whichever would come first. Too bad I can't do that right now though!

On a happier note, which I may appreciate later. I took a nice nap outside. It's January 28th and 63 degrees. Not really what your average temp for this time a year. It's usually more like 23 degrees. I'd much rather have 63.

Okay, I have 7 minutes to get ready. It's probably a good thing that I have to get off this damn computer and leave because I'd end up writing a friggen novel. I'll probably look back at this post later and see how ridiculous it is.

Friday, January 27, 2006

Good Times

Last night turned out to be a good night. Sometimes the times you don't feel like going out are the times you need to go out the most.

The crowd was good, the karaoke was happening, and my friend had a great birthday...although she probably doesn't remember it.

Once again, no one else got up to sing. The b-day girl somewhat joined me on a few songs, but she played more tambourine than anything. Which by the way, left some bruises on my thigh. Who knew tambourines could be so violent?!

I think everyone had a good time. I am happy I went. Singing a little country can always cheer me up. (I don't know how everyone else there feels about that though).

Now I am off to work. TGIF!!

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Another Thursday Night

It's Thursday night, our weekly go out and sing karaoke night, even though I am the only one who ever gets up to sing. They must be so sick of me by now, although I haven't gone in a few weeks.

I'm supposed to leave my house in 22 minutes, but really don't feel like going and being social, never mind singing. I hate having to pretend to be all talkative and happy when you just feel like telling people to leave you alone! But, it's my friend's birthday so I can't let her down. There's NOTHING worse than people who blow you off. That is my biggest pet peeve. I HATE it. I hate when people do it to me, so I would never do it to anyone, unless I was sick or something serious happened. What's the point of making plans if the plans don't get kept? Ooh, I'm in a foul mood tonight.

(I also hate when people don't use their blinkers. Um, hello...it's not like it requires much effort. It's just a little flick of the wrist. Don't think it will kill ya!)

I'm not really sure why I am in a bad mood. Whatever. I'd rather just stay home and work on my puzzle. I'd like to think it helps clear my head, but sometimes I think it just makes me think about things even more. I wish I could just stop thinking sometimes!!

Okay, I now have 12 minutes to wrap my friend's gift and brush my teeth and get my shoes on. Guess I should get my ass in gear.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

I Hate Decisions!!

As I was getting on the train to head to the "Big Apple" on Monday, I ran into this older couple that I "know" from the gym. Well, we'd never really spoken before, but just that morning we were next to each other on the elliptical, and we see each other all the time. So we sat down and started talking. My first thought was I hope they don't want to talk the whole time because I really need to sleep. That was probably my only thought. I didn't really have a second one. So, we had a nice 15 minute conversation then I went on my way.

The rain had stopped by the time I got to NY and I walked down to the Columbus Circle. I love walking in the city. It's so invigorating. You can walk forever and not even realize how far you've actually gone because there's so much to look at.

I got to the Time Warner building and killed some time in Whole Foods, then I went up to orientation.

Orientation was good. I got picked on a few times because I was trying to "hide" during the conversational periods. Oh well. When it was time to leave, I got snagged by someone trying to get me to sign up. All I could think was I better not miss the train. She wanted to know why I wasn't sure about the program. I told her I wasn't sure if it was going to be a good financial investment for me. I didn't know if I would use it other than for personal use. She said to me "You don't think you're worth $7,000?" My answer, a nice quick "No!"

Now the battle rages on in my head...Should I go to school? Is it really worth it for me? It's pretty expensive. What will I get from it?? I know I'd enjoy it and get a lot of out of, but will I use what I've learned in any way, shape or form?? UGH!!! Why can't making decisions be a little easier??

If I do decide to go, I will come out of there being a "health counselor." One problem: how the hell and I supposed to council people on their health and tell them what to eat when I wouldn't listen to what I'd tell myself?? Hmm, I a very good hyprocrit so maybe it wouldn't be so hard. I am just not ready to "practice what I preach." Actually, I don't even know if I should be helping others. Ugh!
This is where my problem lies.

I need to have Franky Avalon fly down from the sky and give me some advice. It worked for "Frenchy."

So that's that. I'm going to talk to a few people and see if they can guide me in the right direction. Til then, my brain will keep fighting with itself.

Monday, January 23, 2006

"What? What happened?"

My weekend was somewhat of a blur. No, not because I got completely wasted...that'd be kinda hard since I don't drink, but because I did a whole lotta nothing. It's sometimes nice to just do "nothing." Of course I did have a few obligations. I had to teach aerobics at 8 AM both Saturday and Sunday.

On Saturday, I taught a class called "BOSU." It's like a step class except you're not on a step, you're on a half ball that looks like one of Dolly Parton's "girls." So, the class has been off the schedule for about a year, so it's the first time I've taught it in a while. I woke up Sunday morning feeling as though my calves were no long calves, but cows trying to pop out babies the size of elephants. Needless to say, they're a little sore, still.

On Sunday I had to teach a weight class, then decided to hit the treadmill, thinking that might loosen up the muscle a little. Oh no, the pain got worse as the day went on. I have to admit, I love it though. I've obviously worked something I haven't in a while.

So today, Monday, I had all intentions of running, however, my body decided otherwise. First of all I wanted to go to bed at 6 PM last night because I was completely exhausted. I ended up hitting the hay at 9 and slept til 6:30 AM. Still not enough sleep. So, I was going to run, but my body barely managed to do the eliptical, besides my calves are still and issue. So, that's that.

I am heading into NYC in a little bit to go to orientation for the Institute for Integrative Nutrition. I plan on taking a nice nap on the train. Hopefully that happens. I'd like to hit up H & M to get some new mittens (yes, the ones from an earlier post) that I found there earlier this winter. I also have to replenish my vitamin supply at Whole Foods. That's my day in a nutshell.

So, if anyone actually reads my boring blogs, which I don't think really happens, I suggest you check out www.sizeate.com and read this girl/woman/lady Margaux's blogs. She is an incredible writer! I find that her posts really make me think, and if you have any sort of "eating issue," or even if you don't, you'll find them interesting. They are also incredibly funny, so check it out.

I'm off to the big apple. Hope the rain stops.

Friday, January 20, 2006

Rockin' Friday Night

I finally have the house to myself for the first time in about a month. I took full advantage of the situation and went down to the basement to rock out on my drums. Now, I have absolutely no idea how to play them, but I sure as hell pretend I do. So, I put on my headphones and rocked out to some country tunes. My arms are now shaking from my banging.

I made it threw this session without any injuries. Most of the time I end up hitting myself with a stick, or squishing my finger on a drum. I did break a nice sweat, which is always a good thing. Maybe if I play the drums for a half hour every day I will have nice, toned arms, since the gym doesn't seem to be doing it for me.

I had a blast down there. I love trying to play my drums. I figure, who the hell cares what it sounds like as long as I have a good time...and that I do. Who knows, maybe I am improving, ha!

I also made some cookies tonight. Low fat double chocolate chip and "protein cookies," as I like to call them. They are egg white, a few other ingredients and some chocolate chips.

That is my exciting Friday night, which I actually am enjoying!

Monday, January 16, 2006

Post About Nothing

It was way too cold again today. I only went to the two places I needed to go; the gym and to work. Once again I woke up this morning to find my car doors frozen shut. Ugh, I hate winter. Hmm, I need chapstick. Hold that thought. Okay, that's much better. I'd much rather be sitting in 100 degree weather, with the dew point at 70, sweating like crazy.

I wanted to make some butternut squash for dinner, but I didn't feel like stopping at the store to get it. It actually turned out to be okay because I really don't feel like eating dinner anyway, so I think I will just pass on it. I am drinking some decaf green tea right now, and had a piece of bread and a graham cracker when I got home from work, so I am kind of full. I'm sure I will be hungry later, but I'll eat some fruit or something. I could actually fall asleep right now. That would be nice.

Eh, I don't really have anything else to say right now. Over and out.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Looking Back

It's cold and icy out. I managed to pry my car door open, with a little help from some hot water, to get to the gym this morning. It managed to freeze back up again when I tried to leave the gym. After that I decided that I am not leaving the house again today.

So, I made some veggie chili and looked at some old pictures. I always find it interesting to see old pictures of myself. I can't really explain it, but I guess it makes me kind of sad. I'm not talking about the period of my life when I had a "bowl cut." Yes, the infamous bowl cut. We won't talk about that. But my high school and college years, and even just a few years ago. Some of the pictures I look at and can't believe how fat (probably not by other peoples' standards) I was. Others I look at and think, "I thought I was fat, but I actually look okay there." Yet, I've spent the past 14 years of my life hating the way I look and striving for that "perfect body."

I came across one picture of my ex-boyfriend and me. We were going to a wedding and he was standing behind me with his arms around my waist holding my hands in front of me, sort of like the "prom pose." I looked at it and thought, A) I actually look skinny there (granted his arms were covering some of my waist to make it look smaller) and B) I look pretty too. Why did I hate the way I looked so much when I look at it now and like the way I looked then?? My hair was also long then and now it is short. So it also makes me wonder if I should grow it out again.

I guess my point is, and I am still guilty of it, why do we not appreciate what we have when we have it? I still hate the way I look. I will never be thin enough, pretty enough or good enough (by my standards). 5 years from now, when I look back at pictures of me now, I may like my body and how I look. Who knows. Why can't I like myself now?? Just 10 more pounds, that's all I ever think and want. Granted, there is some logical part of my brain that knows weighing 92 lbs, even at just over 5 ft tall may not be all that healthy, but it's the more powerful part of my brain that says "Ew, you are so fat and need to lose weight!!" Funny how things work up there.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Pamper Me Weekend

My fh team gave me a gift certificate for a massage, which I decided to use yesterday. Perfect timing since I had knots everywhere. So, I went to this spa for the first time, as I am not one to pamper myself, and got myself situated. I sat in my robe, which kept popping open because "one size does NOT fit all," sipping my water with cucumber and lemon. It's quite refreshing. You should try that combo sometime. So, I kept my "pidos" in the robe while I sat in the "meditation room." Okay, I don't think it really relaxed me too much. I sat there for what felt like 30 minutes, but there is not a clock in site so who knows how long you're really sitting there for, and started getting anxious. I guess that's the point of not having a clock. Helps relax you. But, I'm not so good with the whole relaxation thing. So, I sat there. Then I realized I'd forgotten to tell my mom to ask for NO cheese on the veggie pizza we were getting for dinner. (I always get my pizza with no cheese, but we usually just order it plain like that. The whole veggie thing was new). So of course I started freaking out about dinner and whether or not there was going to be cheese on my pizza. Turns out, there wasn't.

So I finally go into the massage room. I've only had 4 massages in my life, but I completely love them, which is kind of surprising given my body issues and the fact that I hate people touching my arms, my sides and all my "fatty areas." I layed there completely relaxed from the neck down. My body goes right under but I can't shut my stupid brain off. All I do is think...Oh, she is on my love handles...I hope the pizza doesn't have cheese on it...I wonder who's going out tonight...my arms are so fat...I wonder how long I've been in here for. Thoughts, thoughts, and more thoughts. Some important, most not! The massage was wonderful though and I left there totally out of it.

Onto the evening. Went out with some friends. I swear someone slipped me a mickey or spiked my water because I was nuts. (Although, that's not too unusual.) I think I was just overtired and was laughing at the dumbest things. We were all standing at the bar and I was near the "drink accessories." (That's the new name for the lime, lemon, cherry and olive container). I reached in and grabbed a cherry, only to send a blob of cherry juice onto the shoulder of my, as I put it "SCHWeater." I started laughing hysterical, fell to the floor and snorted uncontrollably as I said "I just said SCHWeater!" One of those "you had to be there moments," but funny no less.

So, that was my Friday. Today I went and got my nails done for this "it's not Christmas, but it's cheaper to have the holiday party now" party. I had a gift cert. for that too.

So it was a weekend of pampering. Tomorrow, nothing but the gym!

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Weighing the Options

The scale...Sometimes the friend, sometimes the enemy. My homework assignment for the next two weeks, from the "woman who deals with my mental health" (as I like to refer to her), is to weigh myself NO more than 8 times a day. Ugh, is that possible?? I can't even fathom it. So, this is day three of the "dreaded assignment" and so far I think I'm failing.

Day 1- pretty successful, but I wasn't home most of the day and night, so how could it be unsuccessful? It's not like I carry my scale around with me where ever I go, although I would like to.

Day 2- Um, maybe we shouldn't talk about that. I think I stopped counting after 9, and that's not even counting the times I step on and off to make sure the number stays the same, or the times when I weigh myself with my clothes off, then put them on and weigh myself so I don't have to keep undressing every time I weigh myself.

Day 3- Yeah, I think I've been on that thing 6 or 7 times and it's only 6:14 PM, and that's me restraining myself. I may have cheated in my counting a little too, I'm not really sure. Hmm, I guess I am not a very good student. (ew, I just scratched my tricep...you know, the part of the arm the keeps on waving long after you've stopped, AKA "busdriver arms," and it is friggen huge!) Anyway, I know I will be weighing myself atleast 2 more times. Afterall, you have to do it after you go to the bathroom all the time. Water can weigh a lot, and I drink a lot of it.

Hmm, maybe I will make some of my special lowfat double chocolate cookies tonight, in between loads of laundry. Speaking of which, I need to go put my clothes in the dryer. Night!

Second Time is Not the Charm

I've been doing this lifting program at the gym for the past 8 weeks, hoping to become more toned. However, I think I've bulked up, even though some others disagree. About 4 weeks into it, I started battling in my brain whether or not to continue the program, but never came up with an answer. I had one part of my brain saying "you'd be lifting weights anyway. Keep doing it because if you don't, you'll just get flabby." Then I had the other half of my brain saying "STOP lifting now!!! You are huge and just going to get bigger." FYI, I NEVER do any leg exercises because I think my legs are too big and don't want them to get bigger. I tend to obsess over my legs a lot. Anyway, I continued the program. I go do my cardio in the morning, then go back to the gym at night to do my lifting. Fun fun!!

So, I went back to the gym this afternoon to lift. Now, I didn't do everything because of my fear of getting bigger. I ran 6 miles this morning, then biked for 20 minutes. Not a bad morning, cardio-wise. I weighed myself several times today and was "okay" with the number. However, when I went back to the gym to lift, I left there feeling huge, disgusting, fat and nasty. How does that work?? I go to the gym twice and feel nastier than usual. Why do I bother? I guess I need to work harder tomorrow or stop eating so my muscle eats away at itself. What a lovely thought.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Ahhh, So Beautiful

I'm gonna take ya back a few weeks to the Thursday before Christmas. I was at the gym (surprise) when this piece of heaven walked in and hopped on the treadmill in front of me. Blonde hair, blue eyes, the most beautiful back I have ever seen...ahhh. So, I stared..stared..and stared some more until I was completely out of it.

Moving ahead to Christmas Eve morning. I taught a class at 7 am at the gym, then did my cardio. While I was running, "he" walked in again. Let's just say that I ended up staying at the gym until 11 that morning. I put on my Santa hat (if you knew what my hair looked like when I work out, you would understand why) and put on my "good things come in small packages" t-shirt that my 3 yr old nephew picked out for me. I went over and stretched near him, and even got up the courage to make a little small talk. Not only is he drop dead gorgeous, his voice made me melt. I have never been this smitten before. (That is such a mom word, smitten). So, he totally knew I was stalking him that day, but who cares.

Two weeks went by and today I saw him again!!! Now, I had run 7 miles, lifted for 45 minutes, left the gym to get my egg beater omelet because I was famished, went back to the gym and was on the elliptical when I saw him again. So, I was a little nasty by that point.

Fastforwarding a bit...I asked him about his headband (that was our previous dialogue on Christmas Eve), then later, when we were both leaving, I said something to him again. Turns out he's a model in Milan. Yep..Milan, Italy. HELP!!! He goes back there on Monday because all the fashions shows start. My lovely man is going back to Milan and I don't even know his name. Not that I was have even an ounce of a chance getting a date with him, but I love him. So now I am just in dreamland as I think about him all day. At some point I will have to pull my head out of the clouds.

Friday, January 06, 2006

"Heartrates by the Number"

If you're not a country music fan you wouldn't get that my title is a take-off on Harlan Howard's "Heartaches by the Number." With that said, let me continue. I woke up and went to the gym this morning, which I do everyday. However, as I was driving there I realized that I forgot to put on my heartrate monitor. It bugged me so much that I almost turned around and drove home to get it. You see, not only does it give me my heartrate, it tells me how long I've been working out, how long I've been in my "target zone," but most importantly, it tells me how many calories I've burned. Yes, the machines do all of that, but when it comes to the calorie count, they are WAY OFF. So I NEED my heartrate monitor!!

So, I almost drove home to get it, but then I realized if I did that I would lose out of atleast 10 minutes of my workout, or about 100 calories. So, I continued on my way to the gym. Needless to say, my workout wasn't the same. I never realized how much I look at my watch (which shows all the info) during my workouts. Now I feel like that workout didn't even exist because I have no numbers to base it on. Okay, maybe I am a little obsessed. I've even contemplated going back after work, but I think I will just "make up" for it tomorrow. A little 6 or 7 mile run, some elliptical or bike action and some weights. Weekends are great because I have the time to stay there as long as I want.

My other "issue" for the day, dinner with my parents and cousins at some Italian restaurant. I am trying to figure out a way to get out of going so I don't have to eat Italian food. Yes, I do love it, but I really don't want it, especially at 7 at night. Afterall, I am Italian. So, I need to get some plans and I need to get them fast!! I don't think saying that I can't go, then sitting at home banging on my drums would fly. Oh well. I've got a few hours to figure something out.

Hmm, I thought it was going to be a great day. Woke up to Martina on my radio. Oh wait, that was the second time I was awoken by an alarm this morning. The dumb alarm in my brothers room started beeping this morning at like 6. That was the worst noise, especially when you have a headache. I don't know why it was set because no one is ever in that room. I don't know how people wake up to beeping noises either. I will make sure that thing is shut off tomorrow!!

That's all!

Thursday, January 05, 2006

The Demise of the Fuzzy Mittens

If you know me, which you don't, you'd know that I don't go anywhere without my mittens. I've had the same mittens (new pair every year) since high school. They are so warm and I love them. However, during a recent trip into NYC I found these awesomely, ugly fuzzy abominable snowman type mittens. They were kind of ugly at first, then they grew on me, especially because they were really warm. So, I decided to buy them. They looked like big, white fuzzy cats. After about a week, my big, white fuzzy cats got a little dirty. I threw them in the washing machine and dried them. Much to my dismay, they came out looking like big, white not-so-fuzzy poodles. :( Very sad!! So, I still wear them, not so much with pride anymore, but I wear them.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

A Little Bored

It's Wednesday afternoon and I don't have any work to do right now. So, I am sitting here staring out the window drinking my decaf lemon chamomile green tea. "They" (you know those professionals in the medical field) say green tea helps speed up the metabolism so I am pretty much addicted to the stuff in hopes that I will instantly shed 10 lbs. God forbid I do something for any other reason but to lose weight.

Last week at this time I was suffering from the infamous "stomach bug." Right now I am wishing I still had it. Can ya get it again? Not having an appetite for a week was the best thing that happened to me and my scale. It's all about the numbers!! So, as I see the numbers start climbing back up to the "pre head in the toilet, not eating for a week weight" I start to get a little anxious. Okay, maybe angry would be a better word to describe it. I was literally 2 ounces away from an "almost acceptable (for now) weight." Now it's more like 1 lb 6 ounces. Grrr. You'd think I'd have better things to think about, right? Nah. I am thinking that it would be nice to take a nap right about now though. The thought of going back to the gym has also crossed my mind because my workout this morning was "not good enough" for me. Unfortunately I can't today, but I will make up for it tomorrow.

We may get a little snow tonight, probably not enough to shovel though. Just enough to make the roads slippery to screw up my morning. Hopefully my friends will be able to make it to the gym!!! That's all for now.

Monday, January 02, 2006

New Year's Eve

Happy 2006!

New Year's Eve turned out to be a little more exciting that I thought it would be. I actually don't like the "holiday" so I tend to just stay home and hang out with some friends. That's what I did this year with a small crowd of 4. Two friends and an a guy I went to high school with that I ran into the other night, after having not seen him since graduation. So, I went to pick up my "date" for the evening, since he was just visiting from a week off from the Navy. Weather wasn't really cooperating, and on my way to get him, I slid off the rode and nearly ended up kissing a tree. Luckily my car slid to a stop before that happened, however I don't think much damage would have been done, sine I was not driving fast because of the snowy/icy roads. I had to call AAA and some friends to help me out because I was stuck off the side of the road. AAA was going to take 2 hours, so thank God for my peeps and the nice man that all pushed my car out.

So, my highschool friend, Cas and I stayed up til 4 AM, which is so NOT like me. I am usually waking up at 6, except for when I can't sleep at night and am up at 4. He and I caught up on everything, played a little guitar and sang. It was a great time. I am now trying to recover from the 4 hours of sleep I got that night.

I woke up and shoveled the few inches of snow we got. The gym wasn't open so I had to get some sort of exercise. Although 15 minutes of shoveling barely counts as anything. Ugh. So, on top of not working out, my stomach finally felt normal. Which, to be honest with ya, completely sucks. I LOVED not having an appetite. It makes it much easier to shed a few pounds. I was so bummed when I woke up and was hungry. Make it go away. Hopefully I can continue on my path to a lower number.

So, now it's Monday. I ran 6 miles and biked for 25 minutes, then lifted. It felt good. Cas stopped by the gym to pick up his cell phone, which he left at my house last night. I think it was a George Costanza move, "leaving something behind" for another day. Ha ha. He's on his way back to the base and who knows when he will be back here. We'll see.

I think I am going to make some minestrone soup, which may require me going to the grocery store. I definately need to take a nap and do laundry too. Big day!! I guess I should get started.