A quick entry before bed. This morning's weigh in was good for both of us. Curt hit an all new low, with a grand total of 75.4 lbs lost. And I hit my same low as before, totally 26.6 lbs. I hope for a new low tomorrow and possibly hit 2 stones list by Monday morning. Its amazing what happens on the scales when you follow the diet closely and cut alcohol out of the mix. I'm dreading numbers when we get home from the trip. I'm hoping that we put in enough walking or a workout enough to even out the not so perfect eating. 2 more days of behaving, then off we go!
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
This is going to be short. Curt is off work in 4 minutes. We both had good numbers this morning. I'm down another 1.4 lbs, and he was down 2.4 lbs! It was nice to see good numbers for both of us. I'm going to attribute my good numbers to no alcohol. We'll see what tomorrow brings. I was 154.4 this morning. I'd like to see the 153's.
Once again, no workout today, but I'm working my tail off cleaning my house from top to bottom. I have folded 7 loads of laundry from today alone. I can't remember if I mentioned this in yesterday's entry, but after cleaning out my nephew's room, I brought home ALL his laundry. My dining room table is completely covered, 3 feet high, with folded laundry. They had no washer and dryer, which is slightly ridiculous if you consider that they had amazing incomes but chose to waste their money on crap. So it appears my nephew took off his clothes, had no way to wash it and bought more crap. CRAZY! My kids' minds were blown away at the amount of stuff he had and how well he did NOT treat it.
Anyhow... Curt is off work. 11 days off straight!! YAY US!!
This is going to be short. Curt is off work in 4 minutes. We both had good numbers this morning. I'm down another 1.4 lbs, and he was down 2.4 lbs! It was nice to see good numbers for both of us. I'm going to attribute my good numbers to no alcohol. We'll see what tomorrow brings. I was 154.4 this morning. I'd like to see the 153's.
Once again, no workout today, but I'm working my tail off cleaning my house from top to bottom. I have folded 7 loads of laundry from today alone. I can't remember if I mentioned this in yesterday's entry, but after cleaning out my nephew's room, I brought home ALL his laundry. My dining room table is completely covered, 3 feet high, with folded laundry. They had no washer and dryer, which is slightly ridiculous if you consider that they had amazing incomes but chose to waste their money on crap. So it appears my nephew took off his clothes, had no way to wash it and bought more crap. CRAZY! My kids' minds were blown away at the amount of stuff he had and how well he did NOT treat it.
Anyhow... Curt is off work. 11 days off straight!! YAY US!!
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Well... it's been an interesting few weeks. We are leaving on vacation in 5 days. I'm a little excited. A little nervous. I know staying on the diet when you have to eat out nearly every meal is going to be rather difficult. So, to recap, we both had goals we wanted to reach. We both fell drastically short. I have to say tho, I know what my problem was. I was still not really cutting out the alcohol as much I a really should be. But... I think I have solved that problem. We went to a Nickelback concert last Wednesday. Curt's friend bought me 2 double shot screw drivers. Let's just leave it at this.. I don't even remember Nickelback coming on to the stage, I have bruises all over my body (I'm lucky I don't have a broken nose) that only God knows how I got them, I have no idea how I got to the car, I woke up in my underwear, and I found vomit in the drive way in the morning. Curt took care of me. And he still loves me after that. I did have 2 vodka and 7ups on Saturday night that I nursed for 6 hours. My daughter and I spent 2 days spraying weeds in the mountains (that's another story) and my back, hips, knees and ankles were killing me and had no meds on me. But since then, nothing. And I plan on keeping it that way. And maybe that will help the weight come off a little easier now. After we get back from Virginia, we plan on going gung-ho on eating and working out. I'm looking forward to it.
We've been going over to my brother's house helping them clean it up to move back in. My brother was married to his wife for 23 years and just got divorced a few weeks ago. They were separated for a long time and he could not get her out of that house. The house was the house my dad grew up in and he sold it to my brother several years ago. Well... thank God my brother doesn't read his blog, but his wife was an atrocious house keeper. Seriously, if you've seen Hoarders on A&E, you've seen their house. Anyhow, my brother's (pregnant) girlfriend is a trooper and is doing a ton of work on that house. My kids have been going over for their school community service hours. We've been painting walls and cleaning (and I mean CLEANING) my nephew's room. So we've been getting in a work out of some sort!
We've been going over to my brother's house helping them clean it up to move back in. My brother was married to his wife for 23 years and just got divorced a few weeks ago. They were separated for a long time and he could not get her out of that house. The house was the house my dad grew up in and he sold it to my brother several years ago. Well... thank God my brother doesn't read his blog, but his wife was an atrocious house keeper. Seriously, if you've seen Hoarders on A&E, you've seen their house. Anyhow, my brother's (pregnant) girlfriend is a trooper and is doing a ton of work on that house. My kids have been going over for their school community service hours. We've been painting walls and cleaning (and I mean CLEANING) my nephew's room. So we've been getting in a work out of some sort!
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Day 14 of the 60 day photo challenge
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Without a doubt... my husband. We do practically EVERYTHING together!
Day 14- A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.
Without a doubt... my husband. We do practically EVERYTHING together!
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
So.... I've been having a pretty bad day. To the point of shutting down again.... Don't read this if my potty mouth is going to offend you.
This morning started out well. We got up, had a decent omelet breakfast, went to church. When we got home, my parents were sitting in my drive way. My mom was actually on her knees, in her Sunday best, weeding my flower beds. I was instantly irritated. But... that is really beside the point. She got up and handed me something she found in the flower beds:
In case you can't read that, it says "Still watching you!!"
At first, I kind of thought, what the hell?? But then I looked a little harder, and I recognize that writing. That is totally my ex-husband's "g" on the word "watching." I have since this time, called the county sheriff's and was told I have to go through the city police. I'll go over this briefly again. My ex-husband's brother is a city police officer and ANY time I do anything, my ex knows everything before I even hang up the phone. I don't necessarily want to file charges on him, but I do want them aware that there is a problem. And if I call and they go talk to him, he'll be pissed and I need to be on his good side for a couple more weeks. But... I would love to write a not back and throw it into his front yard that says, "Get a fucking backbone, quit hiding behind your fucking brother, and face me like a man!!" He's getting remarried next week (according to my children). I feel sorry for her.
Then... my mother.... It's not a secret on here that I often don't get along with her. She thinks she's perfect. And no.... I'm not exaggerating. She has actually said that out loud! Anyhow... I made a comment about how Briyanna (my 14 year old) takes that sizes off her shirts and sticks them to the wall. I said something about her showing off that she's an XS and then stuck my tongue out at the stickers. And my mom went off on me. She said that I used to tell her all the time that she was fat and that she by no means was, not near as big as I am now. And then told me that she's pretty darn sure that I weigh more than she does now. Well... bitch who is 5 inches shorter than me... no fucking surprise that I weigh more than you! And seriously... I don't remember every telling my mom that she was fat, and if I did, it was no more than once, and definitely not all the time. But I do remember... my mom wore "mom jeans." You know... those puffy waisted pants that flatter NO ONE! I probably made a comment about the pants!! Anyways... I was a little floored at the verbal assault from her. I was actually beyond a little pissed and almost told her to get her ass out of my house. But instead, I told her that at least I'm in better shape now than she is. And she retorted with a "well, I'm 65, I should hope so." I wanted to say, "Yeah??? A 65 year old should know the old saying, if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all!" But instead, I sadly said, "I'm in better shape now that you ever have been, mom." I know... I shouldn't have been that mean. It's not really a stretch of truth either, but crap.... I can't just let her keep walking all over me and not stand up for myself. All I thought afterwards for a couple of hours was, "I'll teach that bitch... I'll starve myself and workout til I'm 130 lbs again!" And then I realized... I can't let her get under my skin like that and turn myself into an anorexic. So, I'm going to put her back at arms length. Again. I just can't do this dance with her.
So.... I've been having a pretty bad day. To the point of shutting down again.... Don't read this if my potty mouth is going to offend you.
This morning started out well. We got up, had a decent omelet breakfast, went to church. When we got home, my parents were sitting in my drive way. My mom was actually on her knees, in her Sunday best, weeding my flower beds. I was instantly irritated. But... that is really beside the point. She got up and handed me something she found in the flower beds:
At first, I kind of thought, what the hell?? But then I looked a little harder, and I recognize that writing. That is totally my ex-husband's "g" on the word "watching." I have since this time, called the county sheriff's and was told I have to go through the city police. I'll go over this briefly again. My ex-husband's brother is a city police officer and ANY time I do anything, my ex knows everything before I even hang up the phone. I don't necessarily want to file charges on him, but I do want them aware that there is a problem. And if I call and they go talk to him, he'll be pissed and I need to be on his good side for a couple more weeks. But... I would love to write a not back and throw it into his front yard that says, "Get a fucking backbone, quit hiding behind your fucking brother, and face me like a man!!" He's getting remarried next week (according to my children). I feel sorry for her.
Then... my mother.... It's not a secret on here that I often don't get along with her. She thinks she's perfect. And no.... I'm not exaggerating. She has actually said that out loud! Anyhow... I made a comment about how Briyanna (my 14 year old) takes that sizes off her shirts and sticks them to the wall. I said something about her showing off that she's an XS and then stuck my tongue out at the stickers. And my mom went off on me. She said that I used to tell her all the time that she was fat and that she by no means was, not near as big as I am now. And then told me that she's pretty darn sure that I weigh more than she does now. Well... bitch who is 5 inches shorter than me... no fucking surprise that I weigh more than you! And seriously... I don't remember every telling my mom that she was fat, and if I did, it was no more than once, and definitely not all the time. But I do remember... my mom wore "mom jeans." You know... those puffy waisted pants that flatter NO ONE! I probably made a comment about the pants!! Anyways... I was a little floored at the verbal assault from her. I was actually beyond a little pissed and almost told her to get her ass out of my house. But instead, I told her that at least I'm in better shape now than she is. And she retorted with a "well, I'm 65, I should hope so." I wanted to say, "Yeah??? A 65 year old should know the old saying, if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all!" But instead, I sadly said, "I'm in better shape now that you ever have been, mom." I know... I shouldn't have been that mean. It's not really a stretch of truth either, but crap.... I can't just let her keep walking all over me and not stand up for myself. All I thought afterwards for a couple of hours was, "I'll teach that bitch... I'll starve myself and workout til I'm 130 lbs again!" And then I realized... I can't let her get under my skin like that and turn myself into an anorexic. So, I'm going to put her back at arms length. Again. I just can't do this dance with her.
Monday, June 4, 2012
Day 13 of the 60 day photo challenge
June 4, 2012
Day 13 of the 60 day photo challenge
Tough one... I have a couple bands I really enjoy, but I'm going to go with the Glee cast. We watch this show and I normally grin ear to ear.
I'm going to try to blog tomorrow about how the diet is going. We've been super busy, out of town, working, etc... It's time for catch up!
Day 13 of the 60 day photo challenge
Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band or artist.
Tough one... I have a couple bands I really enjoy, but I'm going to go with the Glee cast. We watch this show and I normally grin ear to ear.
I'm going to try to blog tomorrow about how the diet is going. We've been super busy, out of town, working, etc... It's time for catch up!
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Day 12 of the 60 Days of Photo Challenge
June 3, 2012
Day 12 of the 60 Days of Photos Challenge
Day 12 of the 60 Days of Photos Challenge
Day 12 - A picture of something you love.
I love taking pictures. It has always been a passion of mine, but the past 2 or 3 years, I've really gotten into it. And my kids love to be models for me, especially Briyanna and Berlyn. So... I debating about taking my passion and turning it into a living. Maybe... I don't want to start hating it tho, so it's a lot to think about! (This would be Berlyn, by the way. I love her too!)
Friday, June 1, 2012
Day 11 of the 60 Day Photo Challenge
June 1, 2012
Day 11 of the 60 Day Photo Challenge
Day 11- A picture of something you hate.
I freakin' HATE bees. You are guaranteed a genuine freak out from when I have a bee or wasp anywhere near me. In fact this morning, I was taking the trash out and bee kept trying to land in my hair, and I dropped the bag of trash, 5 feet from the garbage can, and high tailed it back into the house and told Curt he had to deal with the trash and the bee. Ironically... I have 3 large bees tattooed on my back. I have 3 girls- Briyanna, Brenna and Berlyn, and we call them B1, B2 and B3. The "pitchfork" is actually an "E" for Ethan. And he can be such a pain in the ass that the pitchfork is an adequate representation of him! For the record, I LOVE MY BEE TATTOOS!
Day 11 of the 60 Day Photo Challenge
Day 11- A picture of something you hate.
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