I've been tagged!

My sweet friend Courtney tagged me in her blog yesterday, and because I'm pretty fond of her I'm participating. :)  So here goes:

1.       Favorite color:  Officially it is blue. Blue makes me feel mysterious and inquisitive; it’s calming and invigorating all at the same time.  Unofficially, it’s pink because pink just makes me happy.

2.       Favorite brand/designer:  I honestly don’t have one.  I’m very much a WalMart/Target/Ross shopper for my clothes.  But truth be told, I don’t care for a lot of the stuff that comes from the high-end designers.  Coach, Gucci, Rodeo Drive?   Puhhlease.

3.       Favorite restaurant:  Hrm.  Probably El Chico.  I don’t get to go there much, but pretty much anything they serve provides a party in my mouth that I want to never end! 

4.       Hobbies:  I’m actually “hobby shopping” if you know of anything interesting and relatively inexpensive to get in to.  I’d LOVE to take a cake decorating class or digital photography/photo editing course or something like that.  I like the crafty things, but I’m admittedly inept at most attempts to be artistic.

5.       Favorite thing about yourself:  Probably my sense of humor and quick wit.  I luh-HUV banter!

6.       What does your room look like?  It’s a boring shade of blue with two dressers, two nightstands and a Queen bed with a new headboard/footboard.  It’s not too messy, not too clean…just “lived in” looking at the moment.  And I’m alright with that.

7.       If you could have dinner with two people (dead or alive) who would they be?  Probably Hillary Clinton and Jesus.  The first because she just generally rocks my world and I want to join her Sisterhood of the Traveling Pantsuits, and the other because I would be interested to know what he’s got to say about anything and everything and if he really does keep score.

8.       What’s your next “big splurge”?  I’m planning to buy a Financial Peace University “kit” to help us budget better and start making our money work for us.  I feel like all I’ve done is splurge over the past couple of weeks, so it’s time to rein it in a bit!

9.       What’s your favorite joke, quote, or saying?  “Time will pass whether you do anything with it or not.”

10.   Anything else you would like us to know about you? (Random fact)  Today, my uterus feels like it is going to explode and then fall out on Slinky springs.

So, now you have a little more useless information about me than you may ever need or want.  Congratulations!

Part of the game is to tag a buddy, so since not many people know about this blog, I'm tagging GOOSE!

Rocky Road start, but hobbling along

Well, apparently my plan was flawed. ‘Twas ill prepared to be on an impromptu diet, so I had to kind of make do with better “choices” over the weekend because our menu was just not (repeat NAHHHHHT) diet-friendly over the weekend. Beefy Mac and Hamburgers were on the menu for dinners and I will just say this for the record: on account of us being out of town for the next week and these items *already* being set up, I just rolled with it.


Friday night I had marinated chicken bewbs, cooked up some carrots and had a beauty of a leafy Romaine salad. Check! The small child ate the crap out of that chicken, too! So that went over really well.  I had a couple of extra bewbs leftover, so those went toward Saturday and Sunday meals for us as well.

Saturday started off pretty bad—David talked me in to going to our little breakfast café…half an hour later I floated out of there in a pancake induced euphoria the likes of which you’ve never seen.

The rest of the weekend was not as savvy as Friday night, so rather than focus on a “diet” per se, I focused on making “better choices”. Opting for leftover chicken/veggies or turkey over PB&J for lunch and fruit over chocolate for snacks, I kind of hobbled my way through the weekend. Limiting myself to ONE serving of my dinner plate as opposed to my usual two and having salad or steamed veggies for a side with each meal proved more difficult though. I had this vivid picture of some petrifying alien beast trying to claw its way through my belly to get to the second helpings its damn self. But I won. I’m the weiner.

Now it gets trickier. As always, I am having a harder time making good choices when I’m not at home. At home I can control my environment a bit more, out of town, doable but not as easy. So this week will very much be an uphill climb. But we’ll see if I can make any headway on getting the goose-egg off of my ticker by next week. One thing I did do yesterday was attend a water zumba class during my lunch hour. It was really fun. I had myself halfway talked out of going but got bullied and am so glad that I caved. I had a blast! I was totally zapped the rest of the day, but I got an hour of pool time and flailed about in the water like nobody’s business so that was good times. Truth be told, I’d love for water aerobics to take up the rest of the summer’s lunch hours.

I’m very seriously considering starting Weight Watchers again, but we’ll see how far off the ground that idea makes it. I have a buddy at work that just recently got off the WW wagon, so I’ve asked her if I can bum all of her goodies with point-values and meal ideas and whatnot and got the green light there. She’s been working her tail off lately doing aerobics classes with the girls at lunch, going to the gym wither husband and just watching what she’s eating and she’s lost 3 dress sizes probably over the past 3 months or so. She’s pretty inspiring.

Today is the day.

Today is the day.

The day I start feeling like me again.  The day I start shedding this whole other PERSON I've packed on over the past decade, one pound at a time.  The day I get real with myself.  The day I admit that nobody can help me but me.  Today is the day I claim responsibility for what I shove in my cakehole.  Today is the day I stop baking so many sweets and sabotaging my desperate want for a better physique.  Today is the day I start doing the work.

Today is the day that I put down the cupcakes.

Join me if you will, as I begin my official weight loss journey.  77 lbs is the goal.  Roughly a size 8-10 is the target.  Health, happiness, and love for myself are the ultimate rewards.