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[Taps mic] This thing on?

Sooooooooo, been a while. At least under this blog. I’ve been lurking on LJ and tumblr [under another name] for a while but I thought it was time to dust off ye olde real life blog and get back in the swing of things.

 

So! What’s going on? Well, I’ve started this new work out program and it’s going pretty well. I’ve been doing the Tracey Anderson Hipcentric workout – just the cardio. It’s like old school 1980s dance aerobics – a lot of jumping and bouncing around. It’s really fun and I find it mentally challenging [since coordination is an issue for me, as in I LACK IT] but man. My body is getting old.

As one co-worker and I joked, this warranty is expired. Should’ve gotten the extended.

It took about two months for the shin spints and the bursitis [YES YOU HEARD ME] to taper off and the arches of my feet are still working on compensating for all the jumping around. When I get up in the morning, I’m still not sure which way to limp. But it’s better. I just don’t want to quit because I finally found something I really like, and the treadmill is no longer an option for me [whole other issue again with the warranty being shot on this body].

So I’ve been sticking to it, managing 4-5 times a week. It’s made a BIG improvement in my cardio and I’m getting the fit feeling back.

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Still a busy Squirrell

So it’s almost a month after my post where I said I was crazy busy and I’m still crazy busy. Although it has gotten a lot better now that my nail class is over and I just have my ‘clients’ to work on.

I skipped out on 2 bootcamps last week, which means I only went to one. and boy did i feel that last night. We had a relatively easy bootcamp and I was struggling.

I actually have been out of breath a lot at bootcamp lately and so I popped by my docs and she gave me an inhaler to see if I have exercise induced asthma. which I thought would be kinda weird if I developed it after a year of bootcamp, but I gave it a try last night anyway. Breathing was somewhat easier, although I still got tuckered out pretty quick.

So if I don’t lose weight this week at my weigh in, I’m going to ask Kelly, my nutritionist if I’m getting enough calories. Maybe that’s why I’m so tired, and am finding the bulge won’t budge.

As I mentioned I’ve been trying to do some nail sets in my spare time, and everyone has been super sweet. I’m charging FREE right now, but people have brought me starbucks cards and some bottles of wine, and I super appreciated the thought. Sniff. It’s so nice.

My sister said my work is getting better and I’ve been trying really hard to work on my technique. My own nail tech is sick this week, so instead of rebooking my fill appt, I’m just going to do my own set. I’ve been waiting for my business cards to arrive but no luck yet. I’m hoping any day now!! that and I’m waiting for my first issue of a nail magazine. oh, and I’m going to my first trade show on Sunday, whoot whoot.

and that’s all the shrimp there is.

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Um, No. I just like to eat

You know, I’ve battled my weight for as long as I can remember. My first memory knowing I was chumby, hmmm….I think I was about 8 years old and I realized I was 20 lbs heavier than my classmates. Today, this is not a lot, as A LOT of kids are overweight [and that’s a WHOLE other post] but back then I was the only girl in my class who was overweight. I remember what it felt like and I didn’t like it.

Flash forward 25 years and I’m still struggling with that extra 20-40 lbs. I go up, I go down. I’ve tried a lot of different things. Never diet pills. Always something like Weight watchers or Jenny Craig. Working out more, watching what I eat. that sort of thing.

I read a lot of people’s stories on the internet and in print about their issues with food. I’m FASCINATED by anyone’s struggle with the bulge, and I voraciously read blog posts, articles, and the like. In these articles, someone is always coming to the realization that they have used food as a filler. Something to stuff down their emotions, or fill an emotional void. Often you hear them say “Food was my best friend.” “Food comforted me.” “I used food to salve the pain.”

I’ve thought long and hard about this and my ‘realization’ is: I just like to eat.

Plain and simple. If something tastes good, I want more. If something tastes like crap, I don’t want it at all. and High calorie, fat laden food tends to taste really really good and ergo, I like it. I like it a lot. I like the way yummy food tastes. and I’m like a 6 year old when it comes to decisions about my food. Ice cream for breakfast? You bet! Birthday cake when it’s no one’s birthday? why not? peanut butter as a food group? sure thing.

Trust me, I’ve been in therapy. I KNOW what my issues are, but using food as a filler for some void deep in my psyche is not one of them. I don’t eat to numb pain. I don’t eat less when I’m stressed. I don’t ever lose my appetite from my feelings. I do reward myself with food [do well on an exam, do a good job at work = CRAVE CUPCAKES!] but I don’t see this as any sort of emotional eating, but rather a cheap, inexpensive reward. People always say, don’t use food as a reward. Why the hell not? It’s cheap, it’s readily available. and like I said, it tastes good.
I don’t think of food as my best friend, I don’t think of food as “there for me.” And I don’t think that people who feel that way are wrong. I’m just saying that personally, I don’t have those issues. I like food. I like yummy food. I like sweet and salty and sour and crunchy and smooth and tasty.

Maybe someday I will wake and realize that I’m just deluding myself and I really do have deep-seeded issues about food. But then I’d prolly just roll over and get a cinnamon bun.

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Will the PVR change my life?

It’s been promised by everyone that owns a PVR that, yes, the PVR WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE!! Even Donna, who hardly watched any tv, got a pvr and said it revolutioned her evenings! I’ve long been a champion of one, telling people to get one even though I myself did not have one. And I’ve wanted one for AGES.

So. Now. Here we are. I’ve got the PVR, I’m simply waiting for Shaw to call me back to activate it. [I even hooked it up self!]. Thursday is a show heavy day in our household. Jenge has Ugly Betty and Grey’s Anatomy. I have Bones and Supernatural. So it’s high demand time and we’ll be putting the PVR through it’s paces!

y’know, as soon as the cable company calls me back. Any time now. Like now…. or maybe now. I’m sure they will call me back any second. They assured me my call was VERY IMPORTANT to them.

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Au Natural

My natural hair color is not a nice natural hair color. It used to be, but not anymore. Sometimes I see it in baby pictures and I think, hmm, what happened?

Even if you know me, and have known me for years, I doubt if you know my natural hair color. I’ve been dying my hair since I was 14. At first it was because I wanted it more red, more brown, more something. Now I also have the added need of covering the damn grey. Which started showing up at 16. True Story.

I can only recognize my natural hair color by its blandness. I refer to it as Dirty Dishwater Brown. It’s the color your sink water gets after a large load of hand washed dishes.

Right now, I’ve kinda got Morticia Addams hair color. And I’m really liking it. It especially goes well with my new eye shadow and shorter, somewhat [purposefully] crooked bangs. And of course, it matches the new puppy, Lola.

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I’m doing this because why?

Ash and I spend a lot of time talking about writing. We spend more time talking about writing than we spend writing. Are writers by nature narcissistic?
We definately appear to be self proclaimed martyrs. All the writers I know talk about how hard it is, how they have to make themselves sit down and do it, how most days it’s like blood from a stone.
But, we keep doing it. I feel like I get a payoff from it, but I’m not quite sure what it is. I’m like a junkie except I rarely get the high and often bitch and moan my way through one paragraph after another.

But there is something to be said for how exciting it is when a story finally comes together. Now if only I could finish the book!

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Meet Lola!

Hi!

Hi there! I’m new! I’m pretty sure my name is either Lola, or Lola-Leave-It! It’s hard to tell cuz I hear both of them a lot. My name might also be GO POTTY as I hear that A LOT too but I only hear that when I get turfed outside. and it doesn’t matter how much you cry or how much you shiver, you have to potty outside. I’m pretty good at it so far and have only had a few accidents. I’m not sure what that means but that’s what my new mums, Mummy Jennifer and Mummy Margarita, have said.

I like Portia. I love Rocky. But both of them get up and leave when I get close. I don’t know why. I just want to be friends. Everyone is super friendly at dinner time though. Both mummies stand around me while I eat and Portia and Rocky get super close to me then. I don’t know why, but the Mummies always chase them away! I would share my food if they asked! Sometimes when I see Portia, I just roll onto my back and show her my belly. It’s a pretty nice belly!

i like to sleep. but I don’t like to be alone. I’m always looking for a lap to crawl into. Today, Mummy Jennifer put me in my crate when she went out and Mummy Margarita had gone upstairs for a nap. I CRIED AND CRIED AND CRIED. Why would I want to be alone when I KNOW there is a human around? and Rocky and Portia don’t even care when I cry! they just keep sleeping. I don’t know how they can sleep through all the noise. Mummy Margarita said it’s enough to “wake the dead.” Well, I had to make sure she heard me! I’m so little! and lonely! and I really, really, really needed a lap to sleep in.

So it’s pretty good here so far! I’ve gone on some walks but it gets really cold outside and my belly drags on the snow. Mummy says I’m Low To the Ground. I have some sweaters but I really need a belly cosy. My mum said she’d make one for me.

Gotta go! I see a lap I can nap on!

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Mathematical Proof to shop


Let E>0.

Shopping = Makes me happy.

Being out of Debt = Makes me happy.

Therefore: Shopping = Being out of Debt.

Discuss.

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