Saturday!

The sun is shining. The birdies are singing and my allergies are so crazy bad. Ugh! My beak is a mass of misery and my eyes are burning and sticky and I wish that it would rain and settle the pollen for a while. A little relief from the symptoms would be lovely.

I have my sheets in the wash and I need to wash my quilt, as well. Patrick is going to wash his later, too. It seems as if some days that poor washer never stops running! lol

I have another headache and I need to do my coupons so i suppose I should get to it.

I am eating well, in control and calm of mind. This is good.

Noms of the Day and May the Fourth Be With You

So here we are, again.

How's about some music while you read?

 Brekkie was Coffee, twice and a Fage Total 0% with some Truvia and an orange. 

Calories: 245.

Lemme just ask you, how much do you loooove Greek yoghurt? Mmm... 

Lunch was soup and a serving of Triscuit Thin Crisps and a Diet Pepsi. 

Calories: 440

Snack was popcorn. Forgot to take a photo. 

Calories: 240.

Dinner was a Lean Cuisine Mushroom Tortaloni bag with extra peas and some mushrooms and a salad and a big glass of Crystal Light. 

Calories: 495.

I had an orange, later for 65 calories. 

Total: 1450.

Did you know that today was Star Wars Day? 

Are you kinda surprised that I would know or care about that? 

I'm an onion, people. I haz layers. :D

I am beginning to feel "squishy"/ That means that fat is beginning to depart my zip code. Yay. 'Bout time I got it together and got squishy, huh? 

I need to get my coupons organized and make a shopping list, I have grocery shopping to get done and I need to hit the drugstore, too. Maybe I'll order a few polishes from Amazon as well. Because I don't have enough, you know... 

I should count my polishes.

Maybe not.

I don't know why i am so tired. I didn't do squat, today. Seriously. William and Patrick straightened up the house for me before I even got up, this morning. The most strenuous thing I did was my nails. Maybe it is my head making me tired. It has been at about a Cat. 3 all day. Yesterday, I had a humongous aura flash and took an Imitrex and half an hour later, I felt as if a freight train smashed into the side of my head. That shit is weird. Sometimes when I take it, it works a little and takes the hell in my brain down to a dull roar, others, it doesn't do anything but make me feel weird. And headache-y. Others, like yesterday it seems to feed my migraine so that it can really go to town. I really shout talk to my doc about that. 

Someday. :P

Okay, I think I'll hit the sack and read for a while before I conk out. 

Oops.

I forgot to take my food pics, yesterday. Geeze. What a forgetful dork I am. My day was... Okay-ish. Not as good as it should have or would have been but not a total fail, either. With my complete lack of doing anything right, lately, I'll take it, since I have been sucking so hard, lately.

Today is going very well and I am remembering to grab my camera. Yay me. ?

William gave the dog a bath, today. Boy did that stanky old biotch need it. She smells so much better, now and isn't fouling the air in my house. lol She looks nice, too. All fluffy and soft and pretty. And pissed off. That dog hates water with a velvet passion. Oh, she'll drink the stuff but she doesn't want it applied to her body.

We received a letter from out Trustee, today. He has concluded our case and has no more say over our financial decisions. We can now make a purchase or whatever we want. We are waiting to receive our discharge and the letter from the court. that should take 45 to 60 days. I am hoping that it will be sooner. I am happy that we are finished with this phase, now. We just have a little more, waiting for the court to discharge then close out case and we will be finished, once and for all.

I swear, I am not doing this, again. Bankruptcy sucks eggs. Ass. Big green donkey dicks.

I think I am going to go do a little shopping, later. I need a few things and I want to see if Ross has any of the Color Club polishes I am looking for. I also want to pop into Big Lots. I read on a blog that some stores have some Philosophy cosmetics and Revlon polish duos of the Summer collection I missed out on last year, thanks to my local drugstores being dickheads and not ordering them. Maybe I'll get lucky. I love a good bargain hunt. :D

My hair is drying... I don't know what I am going to do with it. probably a braided updo. Something loose and easy and soft. Anchored with a Ficcare, maybe. :D

May Day

No, I'm not going down in flames. Almost did. But no. lol

I decided to do something new, for me. Take pictures of the food I eat in a day and then post it. I know that this is something that helps a lot of people so I thought that I would try it, too.

So, here are my Noms of the Day.

 Brekkie was two cups of coffee lightened with fat free half and half and some Truvia. A protein shake made with unsweetened almond milk, protein powder and a little yoghurt rounded out my morning meal. Calories: 385.

 Lunch was scrambled egg whites cooked with some sauteed onion and orange pepper lightened with a tiny bit of ff 1/2 & 1/2 and some mustard for flavour and colour and some generous dashes of Tabasco. I made a chopped salad and used some of the tomato from my salad to top my egg whites, too. Calories: 250.

Some canned pear slices (no sugar added) with cinnamon. Calories: 80.

Dinner was a big salad (I ate late and was hangry so I decided to make a big salad) and a microwave entree. Chicken with curry and rice and a few beans. I know... Microwave meals are teh evil but I don't care. They taste good and I am a lousy cook so... I eat them. :P Calories: 480.

I did popcorn (Calories: 240.) but I forgot to take a picture. I guess that will take some getting used to. My total for the day is a very respectable 1355. I feel good abut what I accomplished, today. And I don't feel like a bloated tick. Or guilty. Or full of shame and self loathing. I like feeling like this. Not like that.

I had a pretty productive day, today. Did my housework, (except for laundry) and did my roots and a fresh manicure. I spent a lot of time goofing around online, as well. More than I really should have but some days, I just let the time get away from me. 

I am hoping that soon, I can work salon visits for my colour upkeep into the budget. I like my colour but I don't like painting it on my roots. I wasn't as precise as I should have been, this time around and got some overlap. My hair doesn't seem to have suffered but it can't take too much of that or I will end up in a pickle, for sure. It would be worth the money to let a pro precisely paint the dye just perfectly on my regrowth. While I relax and navel gaze a bit. Yep. That sounds nice. 

I'm thinking of fringe and a few face framing layers. I feel as if my updos are a bit severe, with no softness around my face. Slicking my hair back when I was younger was okay but now, it looks and feels a bit harsh. I don't know... I will think on it a bit more. I don't make spur of the moment decisions abut my hair, any more. When I did, I made bad ones then ended up crying my eyeballs out and regretting them so now I enforce a long wait and think period before anything gets done. There is no hurry. 

It was a little cooler, today. Windy and cloudy. If there had been rain, it would have been a perfect day. :D

Pulling Myself Up By My Bootstraps

I had a pretty fantastic day, yesterday. I ate on track and walked and had a calmer mind and spirit and didn't tell myself that I am a fat, stupid, ugly, worthless, undeserving pig who should just fall into a dark hole and stay the fuck there. I still believe that I am those things. But I am trying to teach myself that I shouldn't say them to myself. Maybe once I stop saying them, I can begin to stop believing them. What say? Is it possible? We shall see.

I am working hard to do as well, today. 306 on my scale scared the shit out of me. I have to go in the right direction and stop this spiral back into my former hell. I don't want to go back there. I won't.

I am dating a new camera. William picked it out and brought it home to me. I was not happy with it. I still am not. I didn't want another Fuji. They are bad about having focusing issues and this new camera is no exception. I am frustrated by my inability to get it to give me the quality photos I need. I am still working with it, it is a better camera than my old point and shoot and would be a good bridge camera to hold me over until I can afford the one I really, really want. I have received a few tips and I am going to try them. I need this camera to work for me.

I am not happy with William, either. Once again, he went against my wishes and made a decision for me. I appreciate that he wanted to get me a new camera. I don't appreciate that he got the one I didn't want them insisted that I was wrong for being angry at him for once again taking what little control I have in my life away from me and doing what he thought should be done. Regardless of my feelings about the situation. He actually made me feel like a raging shit bitch for being upset. He made me feel guilty and as if I had hurt him, ruined his experience. I didn't get to shop and compare and fuss and hem and haw and read reviews and go back and forth and all the stuff I love, love, love to do when making a purchase of this importance. He took all of that away from me then made me feel like the lowest scum on the face of the planet when I didn't thank him for it.

And a part of me hates him for that. And a part of me hates myself for once again, bowing to his manipulations and letting him make me feel like dogshit. Again.

Anywhoozle, I have a little time before the camera has to be returned so I am trying to make it work for me. If I can't, back it goes. And fuck William or what he thinks about it. *deep breath*

I'm drinking my water. I hope that all of you are, too.

Anyone watch the latest The Biggest Loser? Whiners, much? Big, fat, babies who are so entitled and spoiled and snotty and disregarding the fact that they are adults who read and signed a contract and knew that twists like the one presented (or was going to be presented to them) happen on that program. Stop being four year olds and grow the fuck up, get over yourselves and get on with it.

Then there is Jeremy, the ogler of women waaaay out of his league (I am not referring too his weight, his maturity level and personality, only) who thinks that he is all that and actually stands a chance. He was one of the whiners, the babies crying and complaining about one of the at home players being brought back. He packed his bags and threatened to leave because it wasn't fair. He deserved the final. Not who had been eliminated.

He got eliminated.

Guess who is going to compete his ass off to get back into the game?

Yeah.

I seriously doubt that pudding brained idiot is going to say that it would be unfair for him to get back in the game after being eliminated, that he doesn't "deserve" the chance and bow out. Oh no. He will go for it and if he gets back in, crow about how fabulous he is.

Gag.

If either he or his mouth breathing, whining, entitled, backstabbing sister win, I will not be happy. I can't stand either of them. Conda really pissed me off when she reacted the way she did to Kim winning the weigh in and the car and Jeremy being ousted. She showed her true colours, her true self that time. And it was deplorable. And if I hear her whine about how she and her brother "deserve" this one more time...

Am I the only one who thinks that the word "deserve" is overused? You don't "deserve" a win or a place in the finals. You earn it.

Wow. Not that I am bitchy or anything.

Okay. So. I have to pee and I have some photos to edit and some other stuff to do. I also need to get out for a walk, later. We are going to try the trails out by the park. The lake trails are just too buggy. I inhaled ten pounds of gnats, last night. I actually had to wash some out of my teeth with my water. Yuk!!!

New Hair

Shit. I am going to have to start putting a black oval where my face belongs. I look like a tired old basset hound, anymore. :P

 I toned it, this morning and it is much more even. I am liking it. I still need to gently but firmly tweak the lift and tone a bit... I want to abolish more of the dark gold and red tones, but I don't want to push my hair too hard, too fast. It came through everything in great condition (strand tests rule, never do colour without one! :D) and, from a test I did, this morning on my previously tested strand, can take a good bit more and still be fine. My hair always did hold up amazingly well to peroxide. Anyway, yeah. I am happy with my hair and have to smile, every time I look in my mirror. I finally feel like me, again. :D

It was another beautiful day, here today. Seventy, sunny and a dreamy, warm little breeze. A beautiful harbinger of Spring.

Food is good, today. I think I need to take some extra potassium, tho. I had monster leg cramps, last night in my thighs. Both. Jerked me out of a sound sleep and I was in agony. I couldn't move, just try to breathe through the horrible and try to survive them. I hate leg cramps. And I dread and fear them and I get them pretty often. Yuk. My thigh muscles are crampy, this evening, too. I dread going to bed. 

I'm going to get that potassium and I think I'll see if there is a banana floating around here, too.

Title Assery Goes Here

So, I finally did it. I was in Sally's tonight... Originally to buy a couple of new polishes. There are two or three more the the China Glaze Electropop collection I wanted; I had Dance Baby and Techno in my hand and I wandered over to the hair colour section. Stood there and hemmed and hawed and thought and debated with myself and finally had a nice little confab with one of the gals who works there and walked out sans polish (I can always go back for them, this weekend ;)) carrying a bag with a ton of tubes of high lift blonde colour and two big bottles of developer. 

God willing and the creek doesn't rise and my strand test works, by this time, tomorrow, I should be a blonde, again. After all this time. November of 2006 was the last time I had my "natural" colour and I have missed it so. much. Yes, I now have dark hair (I am between a level 5 and 6, in case you were wondering) but I was born blonde. I was platinum blonde as a child and as I got older, my hair got darker. I dyed it blonde for years. Went brunette a couple of times, always lightened it again. Then in '06 I went first brunette, then spent a year and some months a henna redhead. Loved what henna did for my hair. Seriously, if you like having red, consider henna. It is fabulous in the extreme. But I am just not a redhead in my heart. 

I tried to remove the henna. Didn't happen. That shit is permanent. I am talking you can't nuke it out of your hair permanent and I destroyed my tailbone length hair in the process. *waaahhhhh* So, too long story short, I now have virgin hair and am over my base colour. I hate it and I want my blondie locks back. Nao! A salon visit isn't in the cards. One of the cars needed repairs and having a running and safe vehicle trumps my vanity so I am going to do it, myself. So, strand test, first then hopefully, full head. I am excited. I like to colour my hair. Always have. I loved doing henna. It was a day long process, a ritual that I just adored. Yeah, I know. I am seriously weird.

Anyway, if the blondification works, I'll post pics. Promise. :D

It was almost seventy, today. I sat in my Sanctuary doing my makeup today with my window open, enjoying the lovely, balmy breeze blowing in. Once the sun went down it chilled off fast but the day was just lovely. It might get over seventy, tomorrow. :D

Okay. I am tired. I am dappled and drowsy and ready for sleep.

Oh! I drank lots of water. But my eating wasn't stellar. It wasn't a total washout but... Yeah. 

I am an asshole.

Two More Tubs

I bought two more tubs of that protein powder. I likes it. :D I like the taste and the 24 grams of protein per serving keeps my tummy very happy for hours and hours. Today, I had a smoothie about ten this morning and wasn't hungry or thinking about lunch until well after three. I had a light grilled cheese and some Popchips for late lunch and I am already ravenous, again.

Hmmm... No brainer, there, Protein smoothie, good. Grilled cheese, tastes good but doesn't really get the job done. I ended up finishing the bag of Popchips. *sigh* 240 frakking calories I wasn't planning on taking in. I may just do a protein smoothie for dinner, tonight.

I sent William out after a battery for my scale. Time to face the music. *hold me!*

It is sunny today but not as warm as I had thought it was going to get. The wind has a little chill to it. Oh well. It's still better than snow and ice. Anything is better than that! lol

I am doing so much better drinking my water. I am getting in about three quarts, again between water and Crystal Light. I feel better for it, lemme tell you. I had really slacked off in the water department. I am not pushing for more than three quarts of fluid a day. I just can't do more and honestly, I don't think that it is necessary. Five, six quarts of water a day is a full time job and dammit! I have enough other shit to do and I hate living in the bathroom. If, when it starts to warm up, I consider increasing my intake a bit to keep myself hydrated as it heats up but I am not going to force myself to gulp so much water that I want to gag, just thinking about it.

I have started wearing my hair parted on the side. I am under the delusion that it makes me look younger. lol

Oh! What do you think of my new layout? I am kind of over the cutsie backgrounds and headers. (nothing wrong with them, I am just tired of them on my blogs.) So, I put up a simple stretch and made a matching header so that everything is nearly seamless and bright. I made my page wider and stretched my columns a bit, too. I think it makes my formerly closed in, cluttered blog page look better. :D

All That and a Bag of Chips

I swear that the weeks go faster and faster. As long as they speed along until the middle of April...

I am craving popcorn. 

I guess that you can guess, by my title how yesterday went...

Yeah.

Shouldn't have had the salad and chicken for lunch, yesterday. It left me feeling a little empty and I got myself into a pile of trouble. I should have had a protein smoothie as I had planned. 

I am right dead on track, today. I did protein smoothies for brekkie and lunch. I was barely feeling hungry by the time half past one rolled around and I had my lunch and I am just beginning to feel a little rumbly in my tumbly, for dinner, now. This is good. Nourishment and not feeling as if I want to eat my house down. Why didn't I get this stuff a long time ago?

So, it is still not Wintry, around here. The high got up to almost seventy, today. Compared to this time, last year it feels like the tropics in my neck of the woods. Sunny, warm, temps like March or the first part of April, not January. I am not fooled, tho. I have a sneaking suspicion that Old Man Winter has a nasty trick or two up his sleeve and we are going to be assholes and elbows deep in snow, ice and misery for at least one or two good blasts.

Pray I am wrong.

My frakking head is bad and rapidly ramping up to nearly unbearable. Tomorrow should be a lot of fun. By then, I will spend all day with the blinds drawn, sitting on the sofa waiting for my brain to implode. Yay! Migraines!

Tuesday Night

I really need to shut my puter down and get downstairs, wash my face and hit the hay. I'm tired and I am in need of a good night's sleep. I kept waking up, last night and my sleep was fitful. Blech. I hate nights like that. I seem to be in a shitty sleep phase. I may take a little something to help me get a solid night of sleep because right now I am feeling a little mental from the lack of it.

Had a pretty good day, food wise. I went just over 1500. I was planning to come in a little lower but, popcorn happened. Better than the chips that I have been gulping, lately. Yep. Yep. We won't discuss my ice cream phase. Oh, no siree. Suffice it to say, no sugar free ice cream (I won't touch the stuff with sugar in it) is allowed in this house. Under any circumstances. I can't be trusted around that stuff.

I need to change my polish. Tomorrow is Wednesday so I think I will do pink. :D

Okay. I really need to run. This makeup isn't going to clean it's self off. Would that it could. :P

I think that I can live with my blog for a while, now. I should just put together something I really love and leave it alone. Yeah. Riiiight. That'll happen.

A Good Day

I got through it in pretty fine style. Just over fourteen hundred calories for the day. I didn't binge on a bag of chips, I didn't eat a bag of sugar free candy. (Yeah, that shit isn't coming back into my house. It is too yummy and too easy to justify "just one more!") I did have a lot of popcorn. If I hadn't, I would have been under 1200. Way under 1200. It was worth it, to have the popcorn. :D

I am feeling pretty danged good and pleased with myself. Now, to repeat, tomorrow. Next thing you know, I could be on a streak.

Think I'll hit the lake trails, tomorrow. My knee is finally not swollen and I can walk without pain. I still have a big honking bruise on it. In fact I still have a whole bunch of big honking bruises on both knees and thighs and shins. Falling up the stairs... I don't suggest it. But, the swelling is gone from all of my banged sites and the bruises are beginning to turn yellow and fade. My knee is still tender to the touch but it is working fine.

I think that is about all I have to yammer about, right at the moment.

Sunny Sunday

It is another pretty day here in the Great Desert Southwest. Warm, sunny, breezy. Just lovely. We got the house cleaned up, did some extra projects like cleaning out a few drawers, the shelves in the upstairs closet, my basket I keep by my sofa. It is always nice to clear out little bits of clutter. My house just feels cleaner and brighter when I do this. lol We just need to go through a few containers in the storage room and a few things in the garage and we will be all done with that project. I like having a few extra things around that may come in handy, from time to time but excess shit that isn't used and is just taking up space is better in the trash, getting donated or freecycled. I don't need or want to deal with clutter.

Food is good, today. I had coffee and oatmeal for brekkie, a nice turkey sandwich and cantaloupe for lunch. Nom, nom, nom. Water is going down well. I am about halfway through my daily water so I am right on track.

I have Patrick's comforter in the dryer and the cover for Sabryna's beddies in the wash. I washed my sheets, today too. We will all be sleeping in fresh beds, tonight.

I need a vacation.  On a beach. With cabana boys. And alcohol. And massages. And pedicures. And cabana boys. And alcohol. *sigh* Who wants to come with?

I can't think of another thing to say. My brain is a swim of blankness. 

The Last Load is In the Dryer

Finally! I also got my bathroom scrubbed, today. Patrick's room is nicely aired out and no longer gagalicious. I got a big pile of magazines looked through and tossed them and did a few other random things. I am working on a grocery list and I organized my coupon organizer. William gets his hands on my coupon organizer and all of a sudden Loreal eye makeup coupons are sharing space with coupons for rice. *rolling my eyes*

Food is really good, today. I am nearly through my full water quota, as well. *sloshes as she walks*

William did our taxes the other day and e-filed them and the payment went in the mail this evening. Man! I am so pissed about that. We don't make squat for dick money wise, but we still owe the fucking IRS. *sigh* It sucks. I hate tax time. We are actually getting a refund from the state, but we don't get to keep it. Too bad, because it would have covered what we had to pay out for Federal and we would have been ahead about a hundred and twenty dollars. Oh well. that's the way the cookie crumbles.

Damn! Oklahoma is getting hammered by some serious storms. Anyone reading this, stay safe.

Okay, this is really all I had to say, right now.

Epic Fail

If you grabbed my button, please remove it from your page. It is linking to another blog. One that hasn't been updated in seven years. One that only had two entries and it out there, floating around, with my frakking url. GAH!!!! I hate that guy, whoever he is!

Of course, stupid me had to go and create this url without Googling first to be sure someone else wasn't using it.

*sigh* I suck.

Again.

The button I made for my other blog works just fine, so I do know how to do it. I just can't get one to link here. Waaaahhh!!!

Stupid guy who used my url first, then abandoned his blog, leaving me in the lurch.

In other news, today is a good day with food. And water is okay. Not stellar. But sufficient. I'll drink all my water tomorrow.

It was a beautiful day, today. Sunny and about seventy. How much prettier can it get, in March?

Friday Night is Right For Fighting

Nope. Sorry. Not fighting. I just really, really wanted an excuse to use that title and since it is Friday night... :P

I had a decent day food wise and a good day water wise. I am retaining fluid like mad. I was up a couple on my scale, this morning. *sigh* Even with Lasix I am puffy. I suck. lol

It is warm, here. It got into the seventies, today and it is warm enough right now that the window is open and the ceiling fan is going. Just a few nights ago, I was shivering and turning on heat. Screwy weather, this time of year.

I learned how to make and offer Grab Me buttons for my blogs. Please, grab one, if you like. :D If anyone is interested in a how to to make and offer your own, let me know in comments and I will do a post on it. It is super easy. Seriously. Super easy. All you need is some basic knowledge of Paint and how to copy and paste and have a photo hosting account, like Photobucket.

Willy Dog is off for three days. Bleargh! He got an extra day off because his birthday was on the seventh. So, rather than just tow days with him underfoot, I get three. Come soon, Monday!

Sooo... What else? Nothing, really. I am being incredibly boring, right now. 

 

Still Not Feeling Chatty

I'm okay, tho. On track and drinking my water. If my scale doesn't move on Sunday morning I am going to

I am having far more good days than bad, lately. I seem to be getting past my food fuckery and my head is more in the game. *sigh* I just need this to get a little less intensely hard than it has been, lately. I need a chance to put this all in auto pilot and just coast for a while. I am weary of constantly battling and thinking about it and worrying about Sunday morning. 

My head is bad. I need to close that blind before my brain explodes and get some more water. *slurp*

Mmmkay... I'm outie. Later, gators. :)

In Like a Lion

Happy March, lovies. :D

I am not neglecting my blog. I am just not feeling overly chatty and when I get like this, I just don't post much. I am okay with food and water, after a somewhat rough weekend. I didn't binge or blow it out or anything but I didn't stay at 1200. I am so mad at myself. It seems that since September I am just treading water. Dog paddling a little then treading water, again. Barely keeping my head above water. And it is so stupid. I am fully capable of doing so much better, losing so much faster, powering through. It is bullshit and it needs to stop.

Other than that, not too much that is noteworthy, around here. Life is day to day. I do my thing and get through. :)

So, WTF on The Biggest Loser?  Sending Arthur home? Are those people on the red team that fucking stupid? Are they that easily led? They are still buying this "Your team is your family" bullshit. And they are still letting Justen lead them around by the nose and control the game. Wake up, people! Kaylee should have been sent home. Her percentage of weight loss is the lowest, week after week. She is closest to her goal. But the sheep just follow the evil, bearded shepherd and baaa-baaa as he tells them how to live, how to vote, how to feel. They deserve what is coming to them. Steady annihilation at the hands of Roulon and Justen. I really need to lower my expectations and just stop thinking that these people get it.

Oh well. Why do I give a shit? Seriously. If these people are willing to be lead around by the nose, that is their problem. Not mine.

Lordy. I have to pee, again. :P

Just Quick Like

Last day of February. Thank heaven. I am hopeful that March brings Spring. I am sick of the cold, snow and Winter in general. The goundhog promised an early Spring. If that little fucker lied, I have a stew pot with his name on it.

Food and water good. Meds and vitamins down. My house is cleaned up, I just need  to do some laundry, which I will get to a little later.

Head is beginning to bang. Urgh!

Willy Dog was up tossing his cookies last night. He looked like death warmed over when he left for work, this morning. I suggested that he might want to stay home but he insisted on going in. Whatever. I am not his mama. He knows how he feels and it is his choice.

Pookey had that one day shit and puke thing. Now Willy Dog. I have a nasty, sinking feeling I might be next in line. Please, God, don't let me get this. PleaseGoddon'tletmegetthis!!!

Okay, I need to get that laundry started. I feel as if that is all I do, lately. Pile stuff into the washer, into the dryer. Haul it all up and down the stairs. Then do the same thing the next day.

Okay, off my ass and get to it.

Forgot to Post, Yesterday

Ooops.

I got on my scale, yesterday and was 294. So, I lost the pound I was up thanks to food fuckery and an additional pound.

I finally. finally dropped under 295. Not stellar, a one pound net loss but it is better than gaining another, instead. I am back on the groove and my scale is sliding in the right direction.

I e-mailed my weight to Allan for the challenge, yesterday. I am not getting on my fucking scale, today.

Nope.

Nuh-uh.

No way.

Not going to happen.

I am leaving well enough alone.

I'll pop on next Sunday.

We awoke to a pile of snow, this morning. There was nothing on the ground or falling fronm the sky last night when I went to bed and this morning, the light, powdery stuff was up to Sabryyna's belly. The trees are piled with fluffy pillows of snow. The sky was clear and bright. It is pretty. For about five minutes. Time for the day to warm up and that shit to melt, now.

Willy Dog and Pookey are going to head out in a bit and clear the drive so that we can get out. It shouldn't be too hard. The snow is light and powdery and there is no ice under it. And Willy Dog needs the exercise. He had his DOT physical the other day and while he is fine, overall, he is overweight and has been cautioned, once again to get the weight off, if he wants to stay that way. He chooses not to. Whatever. I'm not his mama. I am not going to tell him what to do.

I got into a little pissing match with a woman in the grocery store, yesterday. We wanted to go up the cereal isle so I could grab my oatmeal and this broad had her cart right across the entrance to the isle, dreamily reading labels, taking her time and just generally acting as if she owned the entire place. We stood, waiting for her to move. Finally she looked up, said, sarcastically, might I add, "Oh! I'll just move my cart". at which point I replied "That would be nice".  In an equally snarky tone. As we proceeded down the isle she dared chastise me for my tone, telling me that I shouldn't be sarcastic. Perhaps the fact that she was older made her feel as if she had the right to correct my behaviour. Whatever it was, she crossed my line. I said, very sharply that I will speak as I choose. Ma'am. Down the isle she called me a bitch. Okay, fine. I earned that one. :D My reply was, "Right back at ya, Sweetheart!" She kind of popped her eyes at that one and left the isle.

Geeze! She started it. I shouldn't have participated. I know better. But I had a migraine, I was trying to get the shopping done before the snow flew and I wasn't in the mood to tolerate a complete stranger crossing my boundaries and telling me how to behave. I get enough of that shit at home, thanyouverymuch. Add to that the fact that I was raised old school. I was taught from my cradle to respect my elders. So speaking to that woman the way I did went completely against everything I was taught and have lived all my life. A part of me wanted to track her down and apologise to her. I didn't. I felt horribly guilty for that. But honestly, I didn't spend much time looking directly at her and I didn't know exactly what she looked like, so... Screw her.

I'm trying a new night cream. Loreal Youth Code. I was trolling the drugstore shelves for some yesterday and I almost bought my usual Neutrogena cream but I saw the Loreal and was intrigued. It was usually $25.00 but it was on sale for $18.00 and I got Extra Bucks, too and I had a coupon so I grabbed it and brought it home. I applied it last night and this morning, my face feels nice and soft. Not greasy or dry. Just... Nice. We'll see how it works over the next few weeks. I am not expecting miracles, here. But it if makes my skin feel and look good, it will be a winner.and stay in my rotation.

Okay, I need to run along. I am wanting another cup of coffee and I am making eggs for brekkie and I am hongry so...

Later, gators.

Moar Snow

It started raining, last night. I could hear it, now and again and it made me feel all happy, peaceful and ready to sleep. When I woke up this morning it was still raining and all was right in my little world. Until I started doing my nails after my shower late this morning. I was sitting at my dressing table down in my room, applying a teabag patch to my right pinkie finger nail when I glanced up and out my window and discovered much to my horror that it was snowing. The temperature had dropped and the white stuff was dumping down. Hard and furious. It kept up until just a few minutes ago. The sun is trying to break through. I hope this means that the snow is over and will melt away soon.

This Winter I have made a discovery. I hate snow. Seriously. Hate. It.

Oh, it's pretty to look at but it is such a pain in the ass to live with and frankly, I don't want the bother of it. I hate being trapped on this hillside because the driveway is too dangerous to traverse. I hate the cold and I am ready to move to say... Hawaii, if anyone knows of a nice little house in my price range I could rent. Something close to the shore, but away from too touristy areas... Close to or in a large-ish city, open to the trade winds, a hop, skip and a jump from Kilauea. Yes, I am a bit of a lava junkie. And no, I don't think I am asking for too much. lol

So, I got on my scale. 295. Stuck. Totally my own fault. I know why and I am not blaming the DDY plan, this was my doing. And I am rectifying it. Yes, I am struggling a bit. I'll work through it. A challenge is a bad time to have your head go all to hell on you but it is what it is. I am not saying it is acceptable and I am not making excuses or serving up bullshit. I am just coming clean. Being accountable and plugging on. I am not giving up. I hope that my fellow challengers don't give up on me.

Willy Dog is on call this weekend and because of the snow all hell is breaking loose. He has been on the phone and running around since early this morning and it isn't letting up, yet. He is pissed. But resigned. I am delighted. Overtime is his friend and we could use the money. I have a head of hair that is in desperate need of a trip to a salon. :D

Oh noes! It is snowing again. Waaahhh...