Eggs Benedict Rule!

So, tonight I went to my WW meeting with fear in my heart. I knew I was going to get bad news on the scale, and I knew that I deserved it.

I was a bad, bad girl this weekend. We went out and had some drinks on Friday night, met up with the Rock and then had some food at the Village Inn.

Yeah, the Village Inn. Home of the best freaking pancakes in the world, except for that place on the Eastern Shore that Jan took me that time. (That was pumpkin pancakes -- something I have been craving for a long time...) We had burgers and fries on Saturday. Sunday I was so bad that I didn't "journal" my food.

Turns out that my ideas of "bad" must be different now... Because I lost 3.4 pounds and have just reached 19 pounds.

I am really delighted with that.

I'm averaging almost 2 pounds a week, which is what conventional wisdom says is average. I could probably lose more, faster if I were exercising -- but f- it, that'll come!!

So, that's it on the weight loss front... The thing is that I really, really love Weight Watchers. I could work there I like it so much. Like to talk about it, like explaining the points, like the meetings, like the people. It's just great! I wish I had seen the light a long time ago and it's hard not to have that regret.

But, no regrets. It's all good!!

here's the thing

I went through a period of watching a little too much Monk, and now I can't shake this expression. "Here's the thing..." I LOVE it, but it's a little addictive. The biggest problem being that no one knows that there is a reason behind WHY I say "here's the thing" and so it loses its pop culture relevance...

Anyway, HERE'S the thing... I feel really bad (or is it badly? Do I feel badly or bad -- I think it's bad) that I don't write more often.

[NOTE: As I am writing this, there is one of those gnatty things flying around and I am chewing gum... I am afraid of something going terribly wrong.]

I think of writing you all the time. I think of the things I want to write about and the commentaries I want to write about. I try to put a witty spin on little events. I give up, I try to be philosophical. I give up, I don't write.

The blog turned into the audience of the blog. Not that you are a large audience, but because I know YOU are out there and I am thinking of YOU and what you want to know about and read about and think about -- it changes me. It changes what I want to write about.

I wouldn't want you to... Well, I don't know. But, we're all fronting, aren't we? "We all have a face that we hide away forever" and all that. I don't really feel like I can unleash anymore.

And I can't, can I? It's not my private, super secret thoughts anymore. I've given you the web address, I've invited you to come out and read and even make comments, if you will.

Sometimes you comment, sometimes you read.

Here's the thing.

A lot of what I think shouldn't be distributed on the internet, but I lack the balls to stop blogging and put it in private again where it belongs.

Should I let you in on the things I really want to bitch about?

Should I keep a private and a public record of my life? I mean, I'm not really that important.

And frankly, it's not even that these things are so shocking -- unless one can be shocked by mundane-ness??

Maybe it's that I don't want you to know how much I really like to just whine and complain and not get things resolved. Because, actually -- I really do like that. I really, really enjoy complaining. I don't know why. I know this is a great character flaw that has left me virtually friendless in my ripe age of 32 1/2, but there it is.

Anyway, there was the thing. We'll see what happens. I'm definitely in a phase.

oops, I forgot to blog

Well, here's a little bit of what has been happening.

LAST Thursday, 10/6, was Scott's birthday. The Gods smiled on Scott on his birthday, and it was good.

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The reason that Scott's birthday was so good was because Lana Lang lost her coveted virginity to Clark Kent that day!

Oh. My. God.

That was amazing. The melodrama was so thick that my fingers got pruney from being immersed in it.

Julia: it was better than the Pirates of Penzance!! ;-) (You were nothing before you met me!)

I really never thought I would see the day that she would get "busted out" (ew -- Scott expression), but oh me of little faith!

Really, the best part of the episode was Clark punching Lex out, but since y'all probably don't watch Smallville, you could give a crap. But, it was mad hot ballroom exciting stuff!!

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We wound up going out to dinner like three different days over the weekend and I thought FOR SURE that I had screwed the pooch on my weight loss. But I wound up losing 1.6 and hitting my first 15 pounds!

Mostly, the mood around has been gloomy because of the near-constant rainy and cloudy days. I'm on the verge of having those SAD lights installed throughout the house. It's really depressing. You don't want to get out of bed, you don't want to go anywhere, you just want to cry.

But, crying doesn't burn any calories!

Got my last History class this weekend. It's such a relief to have it over with, but I'm pretty bummed to be missing the wine festival. I have to admit to a bit of schadenfreude since the weather has been so crappy. Mean, eh?

Okay, we're caught up!

Another weight loss thing with a theory...

My co-worker that joined WW with me has been losing a bit faster than I have, and since I am competitive about the dumbest things (though, deeply shamed by it -- another blog) this has really been bugging me. She keeps saying she hasn't been "good" and yet she usually gets better results on the scale than I do.

Now, my theory is that I am losing weight slower because I have never actively tried to lose weight in my adult life for more than a few weeks. So, I'm thinking that I am losing the weight at a slower pace because my body isn't used to yo-yo dieting and so doesn't react as easily to lifestyle changes. I think this may be based on something I have actually heard about weight loss, so someone back me up here. What I have heard is that if you are constantly dieting that it's easier for your body to slip into that routine and start dropping the pounds at first and then you usually plateau at the point where you "leave off" every time.

True or false? Madame Librarian?? I'm deferring to you now that you have time away from your crazy work schedule. :-)

another exciting post about my weight loss journey - oh boy.

Got good news on the scale tonight -- I lost 2.6 pounds. I'm down about 13.6, which means that I'm averaging almost 2 pounds a week -- which is what you're supposed to aim for!

The thing about this that is a little intimidating to me is that if I continue on this same pattern even through the rough holiday times, then by the end of the year I could be down to about half of my goal weight. That would be amazing!!

Amazing.

But, also a bit unrealistic given the tempations of the season. Though I will say that one of the greatest up sides of having a small family is that the holidays are not usually filled with food for me. Since I myself do not bake, the only exposure I have is around my mom. And since she won't have anyone but herself to bake for... Well, never mind -- that doesn't stop her, my dad never really ate sweets anyways!

So, I have decided that I will be satisfied if I can lose the next 15 or so pounds to put me at my next personal "mini" goal and STAY there through the holidays, then I have accomplished more than many.

I mean, good Lord, a woman can only resist but so many cookies in her life.

So, my tip (if you happen to be a fellow Weight Watcher person who stumbled onto my blog) is if you're not going to capital E exercise, then find little ways to sneak it in a little bit. Scott and I have been shooting hoops a little bit, as we've talked about. I park my car as far from the door as I can in the morning and I try to take the stairs. (Though, to be honest, I'm far more successful at taking them down than I am up.) But, in general, I try to find little ways to sneak in walking throughout the day. I take a short walk on at least one of my breaks. If I have reading to do for school, I try to at least walk over to a further break area to sit to do the reading. I really believe that some of these little things must be paying off.

Maybe believing is enough, who knows?

Old

All the signs that I am getting too old are here. What to do?

Generally, I have been choosing comfort over fashion in the footwear department lately. I mean, I LOVE cute shoes more than a lot of people -- though not as much as many that I know. My quantity of cute shoes though has been diminishing based on my desire to wear comfortable shoes... Ick! I mean, what's next? Support hose?

I prefer to read more domesticated magazines than my usual staple of fashion single magazines. I can only learn how to put on eyeshadow so many times before I get completely bored. In Real Simple, I can learn alternatives to eye shadow if I run out AND an effective way to organize my closet. Granted, I'm not actually organizing my closet (please, I'm not THAT old), but the concept is intriguing.

I've lost my whimsy and replaced it with crankiness and anti-socialness. Don't believe me? Try calling sometime -- I'm all, "same old, same old -- nothing new." I'm liked Eeyore's less spunky aunt. What is up with that? Do I need more fiber? (Well, gee -- only an old person would think that fiber is the answer, so that must be it.) Was I always this cranky? I can't remember.

And so that means that I am forgetting things! Another sign of aging! You know how you're trying to remember something and you try so hard to remember it that then you can't remember why you wanted to remember it?? Yeah. Me too.

What was I talking about?

Oh, yeah -- how old I'm getting.

Just this weekend I was mocking my friend about her partying ways. She was complaining that everyone thinks she is drunk most of the time, and I was trying to explain that if you call people at 3:30 in the morning your time, people generally do not think you are sober. Because no one insomniac calls in the middle of the night -- no one has ever called it that. (This is the friend whose motto is "go big or go home" and yet thinks she can have a "low key" evening with just a couple of drinks... riiiight.) But, really -- this just makes me feel old. Because not only do I not party like that anymore, I really do not have any desire to do that anymore. Not out on the town at 7 different bars. The closest I get is out in my living room with 7 bottles of wine and good friends talking about men until all hours.

Some people say that not going out and partying is just part of being domesticated and getting more mature and whatnot, but I cry bullshit to that. Because all of that is really just code for the fact that we are too old and cranky to be able to hang for that amount of time!

At least I've been taking vitamins for years so I don't have to associate taking a handful of pills with being old. But, I do associate the fact that I am making a concerted effort to go to bed at a "decent' hour so I can get a good night's sleep with being old.

I'm thinking about retirement. I'm thinking about the fact that I can pretty clearly remember many things that happened 20 years ago -- 20 years -- and not have that seem like that long ago. I see kids who are 20 and they look 10.

And on and on. I'm trying to get a handle on this aging thing, but that's the thing -- you can't really hold on to it. Just a big hand full of the cellulite that aging (and, um, booze) has deposited on my butt and really worry because 20 years from now I'm going to think I looked GOOD now.

Peace!

The Notorious O.L.D.

Was re-reading an old post and decided to take the death test again.

Turns out, my life is getting shorter. This time I will die Thursday, April 2nd 2037. At the tender age of 63 years old.

I hope it's after Smallville is on. (I hear the Senior Citizen years are going to be hot.)