So I am below my second milestone in the weight loss journey, even though it's only a quarter of a pound. I was a full pound below on Saturday morning when I was at the gym, but that was before a weekend of eating out and drinking on Saturday night.
I went to see my Aunt's new bar. It's not in the best neighborhood, actually that area of Belair Rd is very scary (the bank next door was robbed earlier that day), but the bar itself is adorable. My cousin-in-law and my Aunt's boyfriend were buying me drinks... so 3 Malibu and pineapples later left me very happy. I fell asleep sitting up in a weird position on the couch. We went there after leaving my cousin's house warming party. She purchased it from a foreclosure auction and got a wonderful deal. With some paint and some new flooring - it's beautiful! I want a house. I need to finish grad school first, but after that, I'm buying.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Wedding Dream
I had the weirdest dream last night. A guy that a friend has started dating asked me to marry him (in the dream those two didn't know each other), and because I was approaching 30, and feeling rushed to get on with a marriage, I said 'yes.' Then I went and planned this huge platinum wedding (I was watching Platinum Weddings on WE channel last night before bed) that cost a fortune. After the wedding, I went home, and he went home to his parents house. Then I realized what I did. That I just married some guy I didn't know, who has no ambition or a job, spent a fortune, and I don't even know the guy's last name. I called my priest on his cellphone (I do have my priest on speed dial) who happened to be out with another priest at a Mexican restaurant. I told him my huge issue, that I just married someone I didn't know, because I felt rushed... I'm home freaking out, and I need an annulment. They said I would need to fill out Annulment Form 13, and go to confession. About that time I woke up.
I think I was coming out of the dream and back into waking during the last pieces of the dream, because I was trying to figure out if I really did get married this weekend, and if I sleep-walked to pick up the phone to call my priest, because the conversation was "real" feeling. I laid there kinda confused for a few minutes.
Good thing I didn't dream about the show I was watching before that - it was on the Natgeo channel about "The Devil's Bible." My tv watching would be much better if they just showed 24-7 the Dog Whisperer. I really like that show. I get to practice walking my cousin's dog, to see if I can be a "calm assertive pack leader."
I think I was coming out of the dream and back into waking during the last pieces of the dream, because I was trying to figure out if I really did get married this weekend, and if I sleep-walked to pick up the phone to call my priest, because the conversation was "real" feeling. I laid there kinda confused for a few minutes.
Good thing I didn't dream about the show I was watching before that - it was on the Natgeo channel about "The Devil's Bible." My tv watching would be much better if they just showed 24-7 the Dog Whisperer. I really like that show. I get to practice walking my cousin's dog, to see if I can be a "calm assertive pack leader."
Thursday, March 26, 2009
March 26
Hmmmmm.... what to write about today?
I'm having a comfy feet day. Instead of my normal uniform of high heels, I'm wearing silver flats with a little buckle that are adorable. They were a recent purchase a few months ago... but a woman can't ever have enough shoes! I like to live up to the stereotype.
It's almost been a year to my first anniversary to my blog. I used to have it atomically upload to my facebook account, and post it on myspace, but I stopped doing that. I have coworkers (including my boss) on facebook, and I don't want to share with them. Not that I have anything to hide, but keeping the mystery of my personal life hidden is a good thing. I'll have to do a celebratory recap on that day or something. I can't believe the year went so fast.
Time does seem to fly when we get older. I wonder why the perception changes, but it just may be that we have more things to past the time with - more responsibility. I know that I try to cherish every day, just because one is never sure when people will be taken away. My horoscope reminded me today to be connected to the Earth, as I am part of it. To be grounded - in the good way.
I'm having a comfy feet day. Instead of my normal uniform of high heels, I'm wearing silver flats with a little buckle that are adorable. They were a recent purchase a few months ago... but a woman can't ever have enough shoes! I like to live up to the stereotype.
It's almost been a year to my first anniversary to my blog. I used to have it atomically upload to my facebook account, and post it on myspace, but I stopped doing that. I have coworkers (including my boss) on facebook, and I don't want to share with them. Not that I have anything to hide, but keeping the mystery of my personal life hidden is a good thing. I'll have to do a celebratory recap on that day or something. I can't believe the year went so fast.
Time does seem to fly when we get older. I wonder why the perception changes, but it just may be that we have more things to past the time with - more responsibility. I know that I try to cherish every day, just because one is never sure when people will be taken away. My horoscope reminded me today to be connected to the Earth, as I am part of it. To be grounded - in the good way.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Yoga Class
So after talking about it forever, I finally started my first ever yoga class last Thursday. Actually, it was very helpful in relaxing me prior to attending the drama of the funeral last week.
I am taking the Beginner Series, which is five classes of instruction before attending a "real" beginners class. It's AWESOME! We did standing poses this past Thursday, which I learned the warrior sequence and a few other ones that go with it. Then we did a 20 minute meditation at the end - I haven't felt this relaxed in FOREVER! My face was actually relaxed, I could feel it. The last time I felt that way was a few years ago when I had Raindrop Therapy at the Spa. Our class is right after the heated yoga one, which means the room is nice and warm - makes Amy very flexible!
This week will be focused on poses that bend the back. Yeah.. we'll see how that goes! hehe
I am taking the Beginner Series, which is five classes of instruction before attending a "real" beginners class. It's AWESOME! We did standing poses this past Thursday, which I learned the warrior sequence and a few other ones that go with it. Then we did a 20 minute meditation at the end - I haven't felt this relaxed in FOREVER! My face was actually relaxed, I could feel it. The last time I felt that way was a few years ago when I had Raindrop Therapy at the Spa. Our class is right after the heated yoga one, which means the room is nice and warm - makes Amy very flexible!
This week will be focused on poses that bend the back. Yeah.. we'll see how that goes! hehe
Monday, March 23, 2009
Family Drama
Wow - what a weekend! I took off Friday for my Uncle's services, and now am back at my desk trying to put out fires.
This weekend was INSANE. My cousin has completely lost her mind. I knew she was always a wacko, but now I can claim that she is clinical. There were so many drama tantrums, her storming around, her telling funeral directors that she is in charge, her trying to run the show, and her just being an overall bitch, that I had about enough.
Everything came to a head on Friday. She was late to the funeral home because she was online trying to put a lien against the estate of her father to get the money back she put out for his funeral. Mind you, we haven't even been to the funeral home yet for the services. (My uncle just wanted to be laid out one day, and then cremated.) When my uncle's girlfriend arrived (after we learned that my cousin was going to be late), the funeral director told her that he was under orders not to let anyone in until my cousin got there. The girlfriend wasn't having it and went in - good for her! (BTW, my uncle left everything to his girlfriend, and made her executor of the Will.)
When she finally arrived (late) she wanted to keep bringing up about how she is contesting the Will and putting a lien, which her sister kept telling her wasn't the place. We left at 5pm to go to dinner, which set her off because she didn't want to leave him. We finally got her to the restaurant, where her sister and my mother were trying to talk to her about the legal stuff - which she blew up and stomped out of the restaurant, sighting she was "done" with all of us. One doesn't tell my mother "you are done." That went over like a lead balloon.
She finally came back in, but refused to eat. They left the restaurant about 10 mins before us, and when we got to the funeral home, the door to get into my uncle's room was closed. There were people waiting to get in. My cousin had went in with the funeral director and stated her wishes of who gets what flowers and the pictures - etc. My mom had stated earlier that she just wanted the 2 flowers that her friends sent. It didn't matter to her who brought what pictures, or anything else - they were all hers.
My priest came at 8pm, and my cousin went running out to meet him while I was talking to him. She was acting crazier than a bed-bug, and my priest really didn't know what to say to her. I told him to ignore her, she's crazy, to which he responded, "you think!?!?!?!" (he's so funny) We couldn't start the ceremony until after she changed seats two times and got comfortable, and found her son who was outside. We got through the ceremony and then all hell broke out again.
My mom saw the funeral director marking the flowers so she went to him and told him that those 2 belonged to her, as they were sent to her from her friends, because they wanted her to have the pretty vases they were in. The funeral director told her that he was informed by my cousin that everything goes to her, and no one is to take anything out of there except her. Again, wrong thing to say to my mother. She went to my cousin who told my mother that the funeral director is lying to my mother... my uncle's girlfriend stepped in and supported my mother.
As we were leaving with the flowers, and had some of my other cousin's helping us carry them out, my cousin started freaking out again. Her daughter told us to leave while we could, she's been like this for days, and she's not taking her meds that her therapist gave her (literally). We left. She and her sister got into a huge fight at the funeral home, since my cousin "wrote us off" earlier at the restaurant.
Now we get to Saturday....
My cousin called my uncle's girlfriend (who gets everything, including the house) and said that she was coming over immediately to get all of her father's stuff. The gf called my mom, to let her and my other cousin know that she was coming, and if we wanted anything to come too - as she didn't think it was fair to have her there and not us.
Well... she wouldn't leave. She was there for over 5 hours, cleared out the entire garage of tools, and my uncle's work truck, went through every piece of paper. The gf called my mom and told her that my cousin was getting hateful, saying mean things, and she won't go home. She's taken pretty much everything. My mom, and my other cousin told her to call the police. We called her husband who was out of town, who called my cousin's mother. My cousin then yelled at the gf for telling us she was there and stated that "Everything in that house was hers and we have no right to any of it - just her." She finally left...
Sunday was quiet, but she told the gf that she'd be back. Hopefully the gf will get a hold of the lawyer today, who will go after her! SHE's INSANE!
This weekend was INSANE. My cousin has completely lost her mind. I knew she was always a wacko, but now I can claim that she is clinical. There were so many drama tantrums, her storming around, her telling funeral directors that she is in charge, her trying to run the show, and her just being an overall bitch, that I had about enough.
Everything came to a head on Friday. She was late to the funeral home because she was online trying to put a lien against the estate of her father to get the money back she put out for his funeral. Mind you, we haven't even been to the funeral home yet for the services. (My uncle just wanted to be laid out one day, and then cremated.) When my uncle's girlfriend arrived (after we learned that my cousin was going to be late), the funeral director told her that he was under orders not to let anyone in until my cousin got there. The girlfriend wasn't having it and went in - good for her! (BTW, my uncle left everything to his girlfriend, and made her executor of the Will.)
When she finally arrived (late) she wanted to keep bringing up about how she is contesting the Will and putting a lien, which her sister kept telling her wasn't the place. We left at 5pm to go to dinner, which set her off because she didn't want to leave him. We finally got her to the restaurant, where her sister and my mother were trying to talk to her about the legal stuff - which she blew up and stomped out of the restaurant, sighting she was "done" with all of us. One doesn't tell my mother "you are done." That went over like a lead balloon.
She finally came back in, but refused to eat. They left the restaurant about 10 mins before us, and when we got to the funeral home, the door to get into my uncle's room was closed. There were people waiting to get in. My cousin had went in with the funeral director and stated her wishes of who gets what flowers and the pictures - etc. My mom had stated earlier that she just wanted the 2 flowers that her friends sent. It didn't matter to her who brought what pictures, or anything else - they were all hers.
My priest came at 8pm, and my cousin went running out to meet him while I was talking to him. She was acting crazier than a bed-bug, and my priest really didn't know what to say to her. I told him to ignore her, she's crazy, to which he responded, "you think!?!?!?!" (he's so funny) We couldn't start the ceremony until after she changed seats two times and got comfortable, and found her son who was outside. We got through the ceremony and then all hell broke out again.
My mom saw the funeral director marking the flowers so she went to him and told him that those 2 belonged to her, as they were sent to her from her friends, because they wanted her to have the pretty vases they were in. The funeral director told her that he was informed by my cousin that everything goes to her, and no one is to take anything out of there except her. Again, wrong thing to say to my mother. She went to my cousin who told my mother that the funeral director is lying to my mother... my uncle's girlfriend stepped in and supported my mother.
As we were leaving with the flowers, and had some of my other cousin's helping us carry them out, my cousin started freaking out again. Her daughter told us to leave while we could, she's been like this for days, and she's not taking her meds that her therapist gave her (literally). We left. She and her sister got into a huge fight at the funeral home, since my cousin "wrote us off" earlier at the restaurant.
Now we get to Saturday....
My cousin called my uncle's girlfriend (who gets everything, including the house) and said that she was coming over immediately to get all of her father's stuff. The gf called my mom, to let her and my other cousin know that she was coming, and if we wanted anything to come too - as she didn't think it was fair to have her there and not us.
Well... she wouldn't leave. She was there for over 5 hours, cleared out the entire garage of tools, and my uncle's work truck, went through every piece of paper. The gf called my mom and told her that my cousin was getting hateful, saying mean things, and she won't go home. She's taken pretty much everything. My mom, and my other cousin told her to call the police. We called her husband who was out of town, who called my cousin's mother. My cousin then yelled at the gf for telling us she was there and stated that "Everything in that house was hers and we have no right to any of it - just her." She finally left...
Sunday was quiet, but she told the gf that she'd be back. Hopefully the gf will get a hold of the lawyer today, who will go after her! SHE's INSANE!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
RIP Uncle Jerry
I didn't make it to Celtic Women last night, as I got a frantic phone call that my uncle (my mom's brother) had passed away. Mom and I got to the hospital, to learn that they think he died earlier at home during the day, and they were not able to resuscitate him. The doctors think it was an aortic abdominal rupture, which could have been treated if caught in time.
The funeral services are on Friday, and I have been working today and will work tomorrow. As I'm trying to get a bunch done this week, with meetings I can't reschedule. It's good to have coworkers who will pitch in and cover clients when needed.
Please keep my family and me in your prayers. And if you don't pray, just keep us in your thoughts.
Thanks!
The funeral services are on Friday, and I have been working today and will work tomorrow. As I'm trying to get a bunch done this week, with meetings I can't reschedule. It's good to have coworkers who will pitch in and cover clients when needed.
Please keep my family and me in your prayers. And if you don't pray, just keep us in your thoughts.
Thanks!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Happy St. Patty's Day!
I'm heading downtown tonight to see the Celtic Women in concert at the Hippodrome. I've only seen them perform on MPT, and was moved to pledge a few months ago to see them in concert. Both nights are completely sold out, and it should be an awesome show! I can't wait!
Instead of bowling last night, I actually made an appearance at my church's Parish Council meeting. I've been trying to get off the council for the last few months, but my priest and associate pastor won't let me. I guess it helps their case that I'm friends with them, and my priest is my swing dance partner at all the church functions... so they feel that they have the right to boss me around. They are actually very gracious about it, as they know I'm busy in school, and they would rather have me 1/2 the time then not at all, or so they said. Fr. has also been giving me dirty looks over the weight I've lost. I keep offering to take him to the gym with me, but he won't go... then he tells me how all the stress is causing him to want to go to Five Guy's and have 2 cheeseburgers, and 2 chili cheese dogs. OMG. See, this is one more reason of why I don't understand why I'm obese. I have never in my life been able to eat that much in one sitting. I would be sick after getting through maybe a 1/4 of the second burger. I've been watching some of the diet tv shows, especially this one nutritionist in England. She has her client do a food journal for a few weeks, and then shows them on their kitchen table all of the food laid out for the entire week that they have eaten. It's gross! I don't eat that way! I've never been an over eater... even when I was younger. I think that's why the weight is hard for me to lose - most people can just stop eating junk food and exercise... well, I'm not eating junk food.
When I talk about my emotional eating, I'm talking about one incident that happened during the day, so I walk by my coworkers desk and have one of her chocolate nuggets. I'm not talking about going to a fast food restaurant and getting a whole meal... as other emotional eaters proclaim, even after eating a full meal not too longer prior.
Here's a sample menu for the day:
Breakfast - Special K cereal with skim milk, small glass of OJ and a banana.
Snack - Special K bar, or a piece of fruit.
Lunch - Lean cuisine, a piece of fruit.
Dinner - Usually a lean meat, 2 veggies (or salad), and a starch.
I drink water all day, and diet tea with dinner. I've calculated everything I've put in my mouth on a food journal, and I don't sneak. My "skinny" friends can continuously out-eat me.
But - I'm trying! I've lost 21lbs since I started, and I'm on the road to more!
Instead of bowling last night, I actually made an appearance at my church's Parish Council meeting. I've been trying to get off the council for the last few months, but my priest and associate pastor won't let me. I guess it helps their case that I'm friends with them, and my priest is my swing dance partner at all the church functions... so they feel that they have the right to boss me around. They are actually very gracious about it, as they know I'm busy in school, and they would rather have me 1/2 the time then not at all, or so they said. Fr. has also been giving me dirty looks over the weight I've lost. I keep offering to take him to the gym with me, but he won't go... then he tells me how all the stress is causing him to want to go to Five Guy's and have 2 cheeseburgers, and 2 chili cheese dogs. OMG. See, this is one more reason of why I don't understand why I'm obese. I have never in my life been able to eat that much in one sitting. I would be sick after getting through maybe a 1/4 of the second burger. I've been watching some of the diet tv shows, especially this one nutritionist in England. She has her client do a food journal for a few weeks, and then shows them on their kitchen table all of the food laid out for the entire week that they have eaten. It's gross! I don't eat that way! I've never been an over eater... even when I was younger. I think that's why the weight is hard for me to lose - most people can just stop eating junk food and exercise... well, I'm not eating junk food.
When I talk about my emotional eating, I'm talking about one incident that happened during the day, so I walk by my coworkers desk and have one of her chocolate nuggets. I'm not talking about going to a fast food restaurant and getting a whole meal... as other emotional eaters proclaim, even after eating a full meal not too longer prior.
Here's a sample menu for the day:
Breakfast - Special K cereal with skim milk, small glass of OJ and a banana.
Snack - Special K bar, or a piece of fruit.
Lunch - Lean cuisine, a piece of fruit.
Dinner - Usually a lean meat, 2 veggies (or salad), and a starch.
I drink water all day, and diet tea with dinner. I've calculated everything I've put in my mouth on a food journal, and I don't sneak. My "skinny" friends can continuously out-eat me.
But - I'm trying! I've lost 21lbs since I started, and I'm on the road to more!
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