Two Weeks Down...

So it's been 2 weeks and 2 days since we started the Sugarbusters! lifestyle. The first week I lost 3.6 lbs. The second week I lost absolutely nothing! WTF! I guess it's because of all of the no sugar added ice cream, all the fruit, and a little too much couscous and whole wheat bread. You'd think with all of the cookie cake and brownies at work that I DIDN'T eat, I'd have lost SOMETHING! Oh well...I guess last week was a lesson to us. This week we'll do better. We email each other every night (theoretically) everything we ate that day, but sometimes it's hard to remember. I've ordered us some food journals, so we have no excuse for forgetting what we've eaten.

Now we just need to fit in some exercise....

I'm Back!

Wow, it's been 4 months since I last blogged! I'll try to do better. Seriously.

So my BFF, B, and I are doing the Sugarbusters! thing. Yesterday was day one. It went well, I think. H is doing it too, but he's not doing food journaling like B and I are, and he's also eating bad things "in moderation" (his words). In addition to eating well, we're also attempting to exercise 3 times a week. I think that's going to be harder than the eating well. B and I are going full force at this and by the beginning of the new year, I plan to be at my goal weight of 130 lbs. Wish me luck!

A Ruined Dinner...

Remember how yesterday I said I should've put the roast in a smaller crock pot? Well, I really should have. Really. I BURNT IT! In the crock pot! Maybe if it had been in the smaller pot, the liquid would have been deeper. Or maybe I should have added some water to it. Or maybe I should have taken it out earlier. *sigh* I guess that's what happens when I try to cook on no sleep. H ate some of it anyway. Yuck. Not me. Chick-Fil-A got my business last night.

Today the plan is cream of wild rice soup. Wish me luck with that one. It's not in the crock pot, so maybe I'll be okay.

I Need Some Motivation...

I am so tired, so if this makes no sense whatsoever, just ignore me. I worked last night, but not the night before, so it's been a while since I've had any good sleep. I did just get an hour and a half of semi-sleep while I let M run around the bedroom. Now she's enjoying her lunch of chicken and lima beans (her favorite).

I've done a load of dishes in the dishwasher and a load of laundry (just have to fold them now) today. And I have a barbecue roast in the crock pot for dinner. (I think I should have put it in the smaller pot.) I've also showered. I'd say I'm doin' pretty good for noon! I planned on doing some major cleaning today, but so far I'm not motivated. Maybe some Christmas music will help.

I've got to finish up my Christmas shopping. I'll probably do that tomorrow.

I just remembered that we have to go to my sister-in-law's pinning for nursing school. Oh, I remember mine like it was just yesterday. I'm so proud of her for finishing. I mean, yeah, I finished no problem, but I also didn't have 2 kids and a husband who's gone for a week at a time. I don't think I could have done it in her situation. Congratulations, Adriana!

Ok, off to get motivated. This house isn't going to clean itself. Oh boy, wouldn't that be nice if it did?

My Name Is Pink Pickles...and I'm Obsessed with Twilight

The first time I saw the book Twilight (by Stephenie Meyer) I was in Target with my friend Stephanie after our book club meeting. We were looking for our next book (which happened to be a Karen Kingsbury book, if you just have to know), but didn't find it there. Twilight caught my eye...it's quite eye-catching. I picked it up, flipped it over, and read the words "Edward was a vampire" and I put it down, thinking "I don't like vampires."

Fast forward several months and I keep hearing about these fabulous books everywhere. So I decide to try them. O.M.G. I could not put them down. I read the first one in a weekend, and on my way home from work Monday morning, I picked up the next 3 and read them that week. I've already read Twilight twice...it happened to be my favorite. I'll probably read it again before I go see the movie. I also read Midnight Sun, the partial draft that SM posted on her website. She is not planning to publish it because some dumb butt leaked it. Arghhhhh!

Stephenie Meyer, if you're reading this (LOL) PLEASE reconsider. There are gobs and gobs and GOBS of people who would be ecstatic if you published it.

Tickets to the movie are on sale now, and there's going to be a midnight showing, so if any of my peeps wanna go see it with me, give me a holla!

A Little Bit of Nothin'

I just felt like I should post something, so this is just a little bit of nothin'. I've been awake for 24.5 hours (and counting...it's only 9 am), so if something doesn't make sense, that's why. Okay, technically I did get an almost 2 hour nap yesterday afternoon, but whatever, I'm still tired.

I worked last night so that I could be off on Halloween. I'm having a bit of a "party" a.k.a. gathering of family, here on Friday. So today I'm planning on cleaning house. Actually, H did a pretty good job last night. He moved all of my ribbon and hair bow making supplies off of the bar. That made a huge difference.

Our living room is fairly clean, save for a few magazines and a lot of M's clutter (toys, blankets, colors, coloring books, etc). I really need to do some cleaning of the couch and chairs. They look like we have a toddler sitting in them spilling stuff. Imagine that. I also need to clean the french door windows. They have pint-sized hand prints on them.

Tomorrow, I'm decorating M's wagon. We're pulling her and "A" (our neighbor's daughter) in it for trick-or-treating. I've got some black tulle and silver tinsel with stars that a girl at work gave me to use. It's gonna be cute!

I'm making chicken tortilla soup for tomorrow. We're also having hamburgers and hot dogs because I come from a family of finicky eaters. My dad and grandpa would probably not touch that soup with a 10-foot pole. I'm also making hot apple cider and caramel apples. Yum-O.

Anyway, enough of my incessant rambling. 'Till next time...

Damsel In Distress

Today I took M to get her flu shot. We were in the office for about 35 minutes total. When we got back to the car, IT WOULDN'T START. ?!?!? My battery was dead. The car made a little ticking noise when I attempted to start it. So I called H, a little panicked. He gave me the number to the Allstate Emergency Assistance (I had a card with the number, but wasn't thinking at the time). So I gave them a ring, and they sent a tow truck out to jump start my car. About 40 minutes later, a scruffy looking man (what other kind of man would be driving a tow truck?) showed up and had my car started in about 2.5 seconds. Then he was getting all of my information and this is the conversation that ensued:

Scruffy: Do you have WIC for you and the baby?

Me: looking confused What?

Scruffy: Do you have WIC for you and the baby?

Me: still looking confused No.

Scruffy: Do you know what it is?

Me: bumfuzzeled by this time Yeah.

Scruffy: Sorry I don't mean to be nosy.

Seriously, what kind of question is that to ask a stranger? Do I look like I can't afford to feed my baby? Do I look incompetent of holding a good-paying job? I was actually looking pretty good today...jeans, black Banana Republic tee shirt, black espadrille wedges, full makeup (even mascara and lipstick) and a moderately-sized rock on my left ring finger. And my car, although dirty, is not even 3 years old.

Anyway, I went on my way, thankful that the scruffy, nosy man helped me out, and stopped at Pep Boys because Scruffy said that an auto store like that should be able to check my starter system (whatever that is) for free. I got M out of the car and left it running for fear that it would die if I turned it off. I asked the girl at the front register and she sent me to the service department. So I told the old man (mid to late 50's, I'd guess) my story about how my battery had died and I got someone to come jump it off and I wanted someone to check it real quick. He said he could, but it'd be a while. When I asked how long, he said about an hour. AN HOUR! I just spent 30 minutes waiting on a flu shot, 40 more on a jump start, and he wants me to wait another HOUR with a hungry, tired toddler?!? I told him that the car was still running in the parking lot, and he quickly interrupted with "We can't look at it in the parking lot. You have to bring it around back." I sighed, said thanks, and turned around and walked out. Whatever happened to helping out a damsel in distress?

So, now I'm home and my car won't start. I hope I don't have an emergency before H gets home with a new battery.