Hubbie came home and I showed him my new and improved blog. (Nice huh?) And he noticed my 10 Desert Island Records. And then said, "Oh, hmm, it's changed."
Uhhhhh, HAVE WE MET? Changed since when? Our conversation up to Paso, where I was caught off guard? Let's review.
This list will probably change weekly, leaving the same six records up and the other four rotating. But I can tell you right now, with no reservation, that Pink Floyd's The Wall will remain, and will ALWAYS remain on this list.
For certain. Without any hesitation. Ok?!?!?!
I know this because I'm listening to it right now and I have chills. However, while I was cooking dinner, (pork tenderloin in a current jam/rosemary/garlic sauce,) I listened to Jerry Garcia Band and R.E.M which made me second guess my choices. Well, not so much with Jerry but definitely R.E.M.
Any of you have definitive top ten desert island albums?
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Wait Watchers
Back on a diet. Haven't really been on one since before the wedding. I suppose I thought the twenty pounds I lost in 2005 would magically stay off despite my inclination towards meals centered around cheese, cream, red meat and wine. (I really should have been born in France.)
An awful thing happened to me when I was twenty eight. I was in a Target one day and saw an aisle of scales. I decided to step on one. I saw a number flash before my eyes that I had never seen, nor dreamed of. I saw a number that was my high school weight. That is, if in high school I sported a water buffalo on my back.
I've always been thin and wore a size 3 or 5. When I turned twenty eight that all changed. I used to be able to eat whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Oh, the days of a cheeseburger, fries and a CHOCOLATE SHAKE for lunch. The years in college that I'd eat a burrito and a six pack of beer and have a washboard stomach. The years after college that were filled with bowls and bowls of pasta because that's all I could afford, yet still looked great in a bathing suit.
Now if I don't watch everything I put in my mouth I start to look like I swallowed Jerry Falwell's corpse. (Sorry, I just had to write one sentence that had Falwall and corpse in it. ha ha ha.) Ok, moving on.
Weight Watchers seems to work the best for me out of all the diets I've tried. (ahem. all two of them.) I started last Monday and now I just wait for the pounds to drop off. When I decide to do something I really put my mind to it. (Usually.) So, I'm really motivated to lose ten pounds and am hoping to do that by mid July. And more importantly keep it off.
Until we leave for Argentina, land of red meat, wine and chimichurri sauce. My mouth is already watering.
An awful thing happened to me when I was twenty eight. I was in a Target one day and saw an aisle of scales. I decided to step on one. I saw a number flash before my eyes that I had never seen, nor dreamed of. I saw a number that was my high school weight. That is, if in high school I sported a water buffalo on my back.
I've always been thin and wore a size 3 or 5. When I turned twenty eight that all changed. I used to be able to eat whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Oh, the days of a cheeseburger, fries and a CHOCOLATE SHAKE for lunch. The years in college that I'd eat a burrito and a six pack of beer and have a washboard stomach. The years after college that were filled with bowls and bowls of pasta because that's all I could afford, yet still looked great in a bathing suit.
Now if I don't watch everything I put in my mouth I start to look like I swallowed Jerry Falwell's corpse. (Sorry, I just had to write one sentence that had Falwall and corpse in it. ha ha ha.) Ok, moving on.
Weight Watchers seems to work the best for me out of all the diets I've tried. (ahem. all two of them.) I started last Monday and now I just wait for the pounds to drop off. When I decide to do something I really put my mind to it. (Usually.) So, I'm really motivated to lose ten pounds and am hoping to do that by mid July. And more importantly keep it off.
Until we leave for Argentina, land of red meat, wine and chimichurri sauce. My mouth is already watering.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Baby Steps
Like most of my friends, my parents are divorced. Difference being, my parents were separated before I was even born, so luckily I never suffered the actual "split". I never knew my parents as a marital unit... and that just didn't seem strange to me. In fact, picturing them married seemed stranger.
I was also lucky that my mom enlisted help from my grandparents, great aunts, uncles and cousins to raise me. Yes, I was born an only child to a single parent but I was never neglected. In fact, it was the opposite. I was always made to feel special, got pretty much anything I wanted, and felt immense love and acceptance.
At one point we lived with my mom's cousin and her children. And it was a really happy time for me. I would play with my older cousins and our big dumb sheepdog in the back yard. It felt very much like a hippie house, with Cat Stevens on the record player and folk art on the walls. Yet I knew, even at the age of three, that something was missing.
Enter my step-dad.
I was so young that I don't remember the sequence of events, or how and when things transpired. All I really remember is all of a sudden this guy started coming around. And I liked him. I liked that my mom was happy around him and I felt comfortable immediately.
I was already well versed in the "step-parent" language since my dad had married a woman shortly after he and my mom split. I knew what it meant to have another parental figure that wasn't blood, so I knew when Bill came around, there was a possibility that he would stay. Of course I also realized that there was a possibility that he wouldn't.
I recall sitting in the back seat of the car while my mom and Bill were up front, and I leaned forward, (only babies rode in car seats back then,) and said, "so, when are you getting married?"
Shortly after, they would be married. I don't remember the wedding but I think I wore a yellow dress? More important are the things I remember since their wedding.
I remember him picking me up and carrying me to bed no matter where I fell asleep. And that happened a lot. And sometimes I'd be half awake, but preferred he carry me to bed rather than walk.
I remember him tucking me in and leaving the light on in the hallway after he and my mom mistakenly took me to see Star Trek-The Wrath of Khan at the drive-in. (I still cover my ear before going to sleep.)
I remember him putting together my bike and teaching me to ride. He even put a basket on.
I remember him always being the one to stay calm and collected at my skating competitions, when everyone else was coming unglued. It was comforting. I knew it was ok if I screwed up. (Of course there were a few dips in the video recording the day I fell three times during one routine.)
I remember he listened to good music and turned me on to Led Zeppelin. (At nine years old. He probably doesn't even know this.)
I remember him tutoring me in all of my math classes that I constantly struggled with. If I was him I would have shoved the pencil in my ear because I was such a dunce. (Ironically I went on to work for a company where I manage budgets, cash expenditures and two checking accounts.) He was a pretty good tutor.
I remember he would take me and a friend to his company party every year, which just happened to be a room filled with all the newest and greatest video games, all set to FREE PLAY. And, I got to miss school to attend. =)
I remember him burying my first pet, Paddington. The hamster. Enough said. =(
I remember him teaching me to drive because my mom was a nervous wreck, (hi mom!) and helping me grasp that whole "ease off the clutch" part of driving a stick.
I remember him coming in my room when I was a teenager, just to check in. To ask me how my day was. Even though I was busy on the phone, I was happy he did. (Wasn't too happy when he made me get off the phone but I guess someone had to do it.)
I remember the laughter that would fill the house when he and my mom were in a goofy mood. And it made me smile because I liked to see my mom happy too.
I could go on but the fact of the matter is, I am who I am because I had you in my life. I'm grateful for you and all that I've learned from you.
Love you. Happy Father's Day.
I was also lucky that my mom enlisted help from my grandparents, great aunts, uncles and cousins to raise me. Yes, I was born an only child to a single parent but I was never neglected. In fact, it was the opposite. I was always made to feel special, got pretty much anything I wanted, and felt immense love and acceptance.
At one point we lived with my mom's cousin and her children. And it was a really happy time for me. I would play with my older cousins and our big dumb sheepdog in the back yard. It felt very much like a hippie house, with Cat Stevens on the record player and folk art on the walls. Yet I knew, even at the age of three, that something was missing.
Enter my step-dad.
I was so young that I don't remember the sequence of events, or how and when things transpired. All I really remember is all of a sudden this guy started coming around. And I liked him. I liked that my mom was happy around him and I felt comfortable immediately.
I was already well versed in the "step-parent" language since my dad had married a woman shortly after he and my mom split. I knew what it meant to have another parental figure that wasn't blood, so I knew when Bill came around, there was a possibility that he would stay. Of course I also realized that there was a possibility that he wouldn't.
I recall sitting in the back seat of the car while my mom and Bill were up front, and I leaned forward, (only babies rode in car seats back then,) and said, "so, when are you getting married?"
Shortly after, they would be married. I don't remember the wedding but I think I wore a yellow dress? More important are the things I remember since their wedding.
I remember him picking me up and carrying me to bed no matter where I fell asleep. And that happened a lot. And sometimes I'd be half awake, but preferred he carry me to bed rather than walk.
I remember him tucking me in and leaving the light on in the hallway after he and my mom mistakenly took me to see Star Trek-The Wrath of Khan at the drive-in. (I still cover my ear before going to sleep.)
I remember him putting together my bike and teaching me to ride. He even put a basket on.
I remember him always being the one to stay calm and collected at my skating competitions, when everyone else was coming unglued. It was comforting. I knew it was ok if I screwed up. (Of course there were a few dips in the video recording the day I fell three times during one routine.)
I remember he listened to good music and turned me on to Led Zeppelin. (At nine years old. He probably doesn't even know this.)
I remember him tutoring me in all of my math classes that I constantly struggled with. If I was him I would have shoved the pencil in my ear because I was such a dunce. (Ironically I went on to work for a company where I manage budgets, cash expenditures and two checking accounts.) He was a pretty good tutor.
I remember he would take me and a friend to his company party every year, which just happened to be a room filled with all the newest and greatest video games, all set to FREE PLAY. And, I got to miss school to attend. =)
I remember him burying my first pet, Paddington. The hamster. Enough said. =(
I remember him teaching me to drive because my mom was a nervous wreck, (hi mom!) and helping me grasp that whole "ease off the clutch" part of driving a stick.
I remember him coming in my room when I was a teenager, just to check in. To ask me how my day was. Even though I was busy on the phone, I was happy he did. (Wasn't too happy when he made me get off the phone but I guess someone had to do it.)
I remember the laughter that would fill the house when he and my mom were in a goofy mood. And it made me smile because I liked to see my mom happy too.
I could go on but the fact of the matter is, I am who I am because I had you in my life. I'm grateful for you and all that I've learned from you.
Love you. Happy Father's Day.
CAUTION! EXPLETIVES BELOW...
While watching Good Morning America today, my husband saw an ad for a new "FDA Approved" diet pill. Knowing that both of us are trying to lose a few pounds, he went to the company's website to find out more about this "magic" pill.
Below is an email he sent out to friends and family that lists the "side effects" with his comments.
Saw a commercial about a new FDA approved diet pill.......sounds great!........ Here's an excerpt from the website.... Christian
Does alli have side effects?
In many cases, that's up to you. alli works by preventing the absorption of some of the fat you eat. The fat passes out of your body very very quickly, so you may have bowel changes, known as treatment effects (shitting your pants!).
You may have:
gas with oily spotting (sharts!)
loose stools (diarhea)
more frequent stools that may be hard to control (almost shitting your pants while trying to make it to a bathroom!)
Eating a low-fat diet lowers the chance of these bowel changes (crapping in your undies!), especially if you limit your fat to 15 grams per meal.
While no one wants to experience treatment effects (shitting yourself), you may think of them as a way to become more aware of what you eat. Minimizing treatment effects (shit slips) can be an incentive to keep from eating too much fat (or eating at all!)
Managing "treatment effects" (pants shitting)
Even before you begin taking alli capsules, try following a reduced-calorie, low-fat diet so you can get used to making smarter food choices. Then choose a day to start with alli capsules such as a weekend day (and hang on tight) so you can stay close to home if you experience a treatment effect (explosive shart!).
When you work with alli, you can get the guidance you need to possibly avoid treatment effects (shitting your pants) altogether. And support is there right from the beginning with myalliplan. (Although no one will come to your aid if you appen to shit yourself; you'll be cleaning that up all by yourself.)
Begin with the alli starter pack
When you‚re ready for alli, and don't mind the idea of possibly shitting all over yourself, look for the alli starter pack, available beginning June 15th. The pack includes alli capsules, a dozen adult diapers, and an easy reference guides to help you follow the alli program. The starter pack also includes a carrying case called the Shuttle (or Shittle), making it easy to keep your alli capsules with your diapers and wet wet wipes at every meal. take a tour of the alli starter pack.
The portable reference guides, together with no self respect and myalliplan, deliver the support you need to help you succeed with weight loss and teach you how to eat healthy and strengthen your butt muscles for a lifetime. Because individual results may vary, it will take hard work on your part. After all, it takes alot of planning to always be within 20 paces of a toilet.
Are you ready for alli? Take the alli weight loss readiness quiz:
Below is an email he sent out to friends and family that lists the "side effects" with his comments.
Saw a commercial about a new FDA approved diet pill.......sounds great!........ Here's an excerpt from the website.... Christian
Does alli have side effects?
In many cases, that's up to you. alli works by preventing the absorption of some of the fat you eat. The fat passes out of your body very very quickly, so you may have bowel changes, known as treatment effects (shitting your pants!).
You may have:
gas with oily spotting (sharts!)
loose stools (diarhea)
more frequent stools that may be hard to control (almost shitting your pants while trying to make it to a bathroom!)
Eating a low-fat diet lowers the chance of these bowel changes (crapping in your undies!), especially if you limit your fat to 15 grams per meal.
While no one wants to experience treatment effects (shitting yourself), you may think of them as a way to become more aware of what you eat. Minimizing treatment effects (shit slips) can be an incentive to keep from eating too much fat (or eating at all!)
Managing "treatment effects" (pants shitting)
Even before you begin taking alli capsules, try following a reduced-calorie, low-fat diet so you can get used to making smarter food choices. Then choose a day to start with alli capsules such as a weekend day (and hang on tight) so you can stay close to home if you experience a treatment effect (explosive shart!).
When you work with alli, you can get the guidance you need to possibly avoid treatment effects (shitting your pants) altogether. And support is there right from the beginning with myalliplan. (Although no one will come to your aid if you appen to shit yourself; you'll be cleaning that up all by yourself.)
Begin with the alli starter pack
When you‚re ready for alli, and don't mind the idea of possibly shitting all over yourself, look for the alli starter pack, available beginning June 15th. The pack includes alli capsules, a dozen adult diapers, and an easy reference guides to help you follow the alli program. The starter pack also includes a carrying case called the Shuttle (or Shittle), making it easy to keep your alli capsules with your diapers and wet wet wipes at every meal. take a tour of the alli starter pack.
The portable reference guides, together with no self respect and myalliplan, deliver the support you need to help you succeed with weight loss and teach you how to eat healthy and strengthen your butt muscles for a lifetime. Because individual results may vary, it will take hard work on your part. After all, it takes alot of planning to always be within 20 paces of a toilet.
Are you ready for alli? Take the alli weight loss readiness quiz:
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