Get the Party Started

5 Jan

Oh, it’s on! Healthageddon 2012. ? …I will think up a good name, don’t worry.

We (hubby and I) have decided to get our health on. It’s pretty much the only new year’s resolution I have. (Well, besides me saying “NO” more and not being a pushover.)

So we joined the YMCA. Apparently it’s for everyone now and not just the Young Man. (That song is in your head now, isn’t it? You’re welcome.)

We are also Eating Healthy. Waahh waahh. If you know me, you know I hate cooking. HATE IT. For some reason I can bake, and it tastes good and I like to do it. Cooking, not so much. It’s the same science, I know. But it’s like Chemistry or Physics. I only took Basic and Computer Science. Sue me. When I manage to make a successful meal, without starting a fire or at best, setting off the fire alarm, it’s usually something like spaghetti. Boil water, boil pasta, open bottle of sauce, pour in pot, heat up, maybe stir a little, drain pasta, put sauce on pasta. Viola! The kids love it. And the hardest part for me is opening the bottle.

So I have resolved to cook healthy, homemade meals. Usually Hubby cooks when he gets home from work. That oftentimes puts us at 8:30 pm eating dinner. That is not good for you. Plus, that is the boy’s bedtime. Or if we don’t wait for him to get home, I make spaghetti, chicken nuggets, fish sticks, sandwiches, etc. Sure, I add a bag of veggies sometimes, but those meals aren’t good for the kids all the time.

I joined Weight Watchers some time ago after having Hiccup. Maybe September? I can’t remember. But I have traveled so much and then there were the holidays, etc., excuses, excuses. Anyways, I haven’t lost as much as I have wanted to in that time. I haven’t really gained either; however, losing is one of the goals now. The other is changing our eating habits to be healthy ones. It’s not a diet, it’s a lifestyle. So if someone says, should you be eating that? Aren’t you on a diet? NO. (There I go again!) The reason it works is that you can eat whatever you want. Should you eat whatever you want? Probably not, but if you deny yourself all the time, it just makes you feel miserable. “Everything in moderation”. At the very least, I hope to be able to sing like Jennifer Hudson when this is over. Oh, be quiet, you never know. So, we joined the Y on Sunday. I had planned to go every day from now until eternity. Stop laughing. Here are my excuses is a recap of my week:

Sunday:

3:00 PM Hubby joins the YMCA. Had company over – never made it to work out. I think it’s a law that you can’t work out the day you join anyways.

Monday:

12:00 PM Went with a friend to Lake Geneva, WI to get a tattoo. We spent pretty much the rest of the day there.
6:00 PM Hubby works out alone. Hiccup is sick and we really didn’t want to bring him to the childcare. Plus he has eczema on his face which he keeps rubbing to wipe his nose. He’s a mess and looks like he’s been pulled through a knot hole backwards. (But childcare is free for up to two hours each time you go. Cool, huh? We plan to abuse the childcare. They are going to wish they never met the DM Wright Family.) (Still have yet to introduce the healthy meal..)

Tuesday:

12:30 PM Went to Y and really did intend on doing something, but I got so lost looking for somewhere to put my coat that I ended up getting a tour of the place. Which I needed.
5:30 PM Took Little A to the grocery store to get ingredients/food for healthy meals. (Found some recipes on the Weight Watcher’s site earlier that I thought I could try.)
6:45 PM Start cooking healthy meal. This one was a sirloin and broccoli stir fry over egg noodles. W. T. H. I overcooked the broccoli/”sauce”. It ended up looking like goulash. I quickly made more broccoli in the microwave and added it to the mess. It was edible but certainly not pretty. The boys wouldn’t eat the mixture. Hubby didn’t mind. To somewhat quote Joey from Friends, “What’s not to like? Meat? Good. Broccoli? Good. Noodles? Good.” I admire his attitude about my cooking. I think he said something along the lines of, “You spent a lot of hard work preparing and cooking this meal. We are going to eat it whether it tastes good or not. That’s the rule.” *scratching head* Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I am deciding he meant it as a good thing.
8:00 PM Took the two older boys to Y and walked/ran around the indoor track. Which is above some basketball courts full of the young men. Like heat, stink rises – don’t know if you knew that. But now you know, and knowing is half the battle.

Wednesday:

*This was the deadline to order prints from Walgreens for just 9 cents! Probably not a big deal to you, but I am going to a scrapbook weekend towards the end of the month and I needed to print a boatload of pictures. I haven’t really scrapbooked since 2008. That means I had THREE years to go through. Shocking. So I literally spent my lunch hour and every moment after work (when I wasn’t making a delicious, healthy meal) uploading 821 pictures. I should have done it earlier, but I was busy with other stuff. It was New Year’s weekend! You know, partaay.*
5:30 PM Healthy meal was a macaroni and cheese with broccoli bake. I made this one almost perfectly. I should have baked it a little bit longer so that the breadcrumbs on top would “bubble” but that didn’t happen. It was still good. The boys whined, complained, threw tantrums, “What the heck is on top of it?!” They cried, yelled and slammed doors. I felt so unappreciated. Especially since Hubby was nowhere to be found. He didn’t answer any phones and didn’t get home until close to 8 pm. (Turns out he got stuck in a meeting.) I yelled back at them and told them they didn’t have to eat it, but they weren’t getting anything else. I might have told them they should try it before getting so upset and treating me like shit poop. I might have said that.
8:00 PM Hubby comes home and eats. He loves it. At least he says he does. If not, he is making a valiant effort eating it.

Thursday:

12:40 PM Went to Y for new Cardio Aqua Fit class they have in the lap pool. The class starts next week.
1:00 PM Swam 4 laps. I could have done more, really. Physically, I could have done more, but I was having swimsuit issues. I don’t really have a swimsuit that is for athletics. Just some that are more for lying next to the pool or casually sauntering into the pool to keep an eye on the kiddies in the summer. Not for doing laps. Every time I pushed off or picked up some speed, my bottoms kind of fell down. And the more I used my arms, the more the left but slightly bigger twin “cupcake” kept popping out of my top. So I spent more of my time adjusting and struggling than I did swimming. Which isn’t a bad workout in and of itself whilst wading in the deeper end.
1:05 PM Got out of pool
2:00 PM Ordered new swimsuit online
6:00 PM Heated up mac & cheese for healthy dinner….

I started watching this show 2 Broke Girls. It’s pretty cute. At the end of it, they have a total of what I am assuming is how much money they have, and it goes up or down a little depending on what happened in the episode. So now when I write my Healthageddon 2012? (meh) posts, I am going to put total pounds lost or gained since the last post. I wish I could do a cool graphic and sound effect, but this is reality, folks, not Hollywood.

Feel free to tell me about your resolution adventures! Maybe we could start a club.

-6.4 Lost

(I’m starting from when I joined WW, because I can do that.)

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Cuz I Can

29 Dec

Today I am venting on my blog. What the heck hell do I have a blog for if I can’t share what the heck hell I really feel? And it’s my blog, I can say what I want! So I am going to scratch that. See what I did there? Cleverness.

Some of my pet peeves are coming up. Pet peeves is such a bizarre term. But I guess that comes from being peeved. Your favorite things that PISS YOU THE HELL OFF! You might be one of the people who has caused me such irritation. I’m sorry for you.You need to change the way you are to completely satisfy me. No, I won’t name names. You know who you are. If you get offended, DON’T READ MY BLOG. (Wow, I am not usually so brash.) The first few are grammatical.

1) The word frustrating has an R up front. YES, it does! Can’t you spell? You certainly can’t read correctly. If I hear you say FUSTRATING one more time, I am going to let you have it. Because it FRUSTRATES me when you say it incorrectly. GET IT STRAIGHT.

2) When you are using a word with a vowel at the beginning of it, you need to say AN not A. You do not have A opinion, you have AN opinion. You do not eat A apple, you eat AN apple. You need to stop writing A article for the paper and start writing AN article. Do you see what I am doing here? I am just guiding you on the path to a better YOU.

3)”I AM LOOSING MY MIND!” Really? Because I think it came loose and fell out long ago. Seriously, you lose your mind; your tooth is loose. There are two different words we are working with here. You can’t just add as many o’s as you want. I swear I didn’t make the rules, I just follow them. Feel free to take it up with those who did. And good luck with that. And yes, I AM being the grammar police. Why? CUZ I CAN.

4) Yes. Yeah. Yea. Yah. Yay. Can we just agree on one way of spelling this?? Just like the “adult truth” I saw recently – can we just all agree not to use whatever comes after the Blu-ray?

5) Maybe this is a regional thing, I am not sure. Usually I am ok with people’s accents and variations on words, but…when the name “Wendy” is pronounced “Windy” and then this same person will pronounce “milk” like “melk”. Or they say you are from Chicago, ELLinois. Not ILLinois. Are you ELL instead of ILL? No, I don’t think so.

Other things that are a little annoying. Silly, really.

1) I could leave it at just that one word, couldn’t I? There are many things that make texting annoying. A few near and dear to my heart are as follows:

A) Someone who is on their phone constantly, texts back RIGHT AWAY, but when you ask them something they don’t want to answer, they don’t. It could be DAYS or simply “I never got that text. Huh.” Jerks. Just say NO, people. If you don’t want to do it, be a part of it, say NO. I have been saying NO a lot more lately. Usually I am a pushover and I let people walk over me because I’m too nice to say NO. This is one of my new year’s resolutions. JUST SAY NO. To whatever. Saying NO to drugs is easy. Saying NO to a friend is hard.

B) To quote a tweet from Dane Cook that I happened to retweet recently, “How long should you wait for a reply from someone via text before you assume they’ve been murdered?” This could apply to the person who always answers their texts right away but mainly it is for those who just never answer you sometimes. Why? Then you start thinking, did they change their number? Did I piss them off? Maybe they read one of my blog posts and I have made them angry at me and I did not realize it! OR have they been murdered?!

C) The wicked long texter. When you get a text from them and it’s actually broken up into like 5 texts? And you have to wait for the next one and then the next one to come through? I am guilty of this sometimes. But I hate it when I get one answer texts (That is D) that don’t answer my question or are so vague that I think they might be replying to someone else’s text but sent it to me instead. So to make up for those texters, I over-explain.

D) See above.

2) The ever confusing Facebook chat vs. messages. I say they should be two different things. And I miss half of them. What’s that about? That brings me to

3) Twitter direct messages. If I delete a message on my phone that I have sent to someone, it deletes it out of their “inbox”? Seriously? That shit ain’t right. So again, because I like to keep it clean, people aren’t getting MY messages. Nice.

4) People that USE others. Oh, you work at such and such a place, can I get a discount? If I offer you my discount, that is one thing. If you ask me for it, that is just rude. You don’t love me, you love my discount. Especially since I just met you. And don’t show up at my job and expect me to give it to you. I will leave yo ass in line and decide it is time to go on my break. This is also a good time to practice saying NO. Don’t get me wrong, if you are a good friend and we’ve been friends for years and you ask once in a while, that is different. I know you are just not using me for that. On the other hand, it can sometimes be a good friend, but they have that streak in them that comes out of nowhere. “Hey, can I totally inconvenience you for like 3 days?” NO.

Wow. That stuff has been bothering me for like, 23 years. I’m so glad I got that off my chest. Ha! That’s another post altogether. Ugh. Men!

I hope you don’t think I am being mean. I am just stating my opinion, which is perfectly ok to do so since this is my blog and there is freedom of speech and you know what, I don’t care if you do. Feel free to vent your own irritations and peevishness. It’s fun.

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Disconnected

15 Dec

Tis the Season. Ho. Ho. Ho. I just can’t get up the Christmas Spirit this year. I am so tired. I’ve tried everything:

1) I thought maybe decorating would work. My husband got the tree put up, thankfully it is a pre-lit artificial tree. Oh, wait, the pre-lit lights didn’t work so he threw on some other lights that move around and do fancy things like the fountain at the Bellagio.

However, the thought of having to dig through the 8 bins of decorations and get out ornaments, snowmen, the cutesy door decorations, the stockings, the Christmas card holder and gah! So we went to the dollar store and bought red and gold ball ornaments and garland, stockings, glitter glue and cheap plastic “no damage” hooks to stick on the fireplace. As Christmas cards come, I hole-punch and string them up on the curtain rod in the livingroom with red ribbon. Still, it takes me 3-4 days to get the latest ones up. But I have to say, it does add some festivity to the livingroom. We decorated our new stockings just last night and hung them on the fireplace with care. We needed new stockings anyways as Big A and Little A’s both said “1st Christmas”. I had intended to make new ones for them on their second Christmases. Yeah, that didn’t happen. I didn’t make that mistake with Hiccup’s this year.

2) I thought an obscene amount of baking would get me into the spirit. I promised family I would send cupcake bites as Christmas presents so I spent one weekend making those and Christmas Tree Pops. Another weekend making peanut butter blossoms. Most of this week was spent making toffee and chocolate covered pretzels. Oh and I volunteered to make stuff for the bake sale at the kid’s school. Tomorrow night and Saturday morning I am making more peanut butter blossoms and this brownie candy cups recipe I found on Bakerella’s site. Yum. I think I will be done after that. Unless we spend Christmas Eve with the boys making cookies and reading Christmas stories. That will be nice. Oh, but look what she does to the peanut butter blossom cookie. I just found this as I went to grab the links! It’s the cuppie one I am talking about further down the page…lower…lower…yeah, right there! Double Yum!

3) I thought listening to Christmas music would help. OMG. I absolutely HATE the songs “Simply Having A Wonderful Christmas Time” and “Last Christmas”. And since everyone and their brother has re-made those songs, they are played even more than they used to be!

4) I tried Christmas shopping. That never is a good idea to get into the spirit. You kind of have to already be there to put up with that nonsense.

5) My last attempt was to do something fun for my husband. A friend of mine’s husband used to give her a gift on every day of the 12 days of Christmas. I am not sure if he still does it. I always thought that was cute. So 3 days ago, I gave my husband a pack of Apple Pie gum. He loves pie. Then on the second day of Christmas I gave him finger lights to work in the dark on his computer. Our office is also Hiccup’s room so often he is in the dark playing his game while Hiccup is sleeping. I thought the finger lights were pretty cool. Today, the third day of Christmas, I gave him 3 sticks of beef jerky. He loves this stuff. We shall see what tomorrow brings!

This last attempt is working a little bit. I love giving presents. I also dropped a tin of my baked goods off at an office where a bunch of friends work. That felt good, too. I can’t keep that s%&t in my house. A moment on the lips, forever on the hips, bloggers…there is still a bunch of toffee in the fridge. Hubby came home, looked at it, shook his head and said, “Nothing says I love you like crack cocaine in your fridge. Thanks,babe.”

Is it weird that that gave me a warm fuzzy? I don’t think so. :)

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