Happy Monday!

Now that I have to be at work at 6! AM! on Mondays, I have to get up pretty early to get to work on time. Luckily though, because it's so early, I can leave a little bit later and still make it in to work on time.

I don't know WHY it seemed like such a good idea to be unable to sleep until 1 o'clock in the morning. But there it is. I figured that I could come home and nap it off, since getting to work early means leaving early.

And because I was so tired, I waited until the last possible minute to get up. In my case, 5AM. I will need to get out of the house by 5:30. MAX.

And because I put on make-up almost every morning, OF COURSE I WAS RUNNING LATE.

And because I was running late, and I'm not the kind of asshole who wakes up EVERYBODY in the house, just because I'm up, I got dressed in the dark.

And because I got dressed in the dark, this happened:

Would now be a good time to tell you that I have the EXACT SAME BOOT IN TWO DIFFERENT COLORS?

Thank God I keep an extra pair of shoes at work.

My fancy argyle tights y'all. I'm SUCH an adult.

Yeah, this Monday is shaping up to be a real winner.

Weight Loss Wednesday?

Maybe. This may be a thing. Or maybe it will just be a thing for a little while. Either way. Apparently I make lots of lists.

  

So, I’m going to try to use this website to track my food intake. STARTING TODAY. I would like you to know that:

1. If I want to lose 2 pounds a week (or is it 1.5), I can only have 928 calories
• That’s not a lot of food
2. I used it today withOUT regard to how many calories I ate so I can see how much I routinely eat
• FAT. THERE’S A LOT OF FAT IN MY DIET
• Grande Chai Tea lattes are 200 calories (I didn’t drink the whole thing; I never do)
• Now I only have 345 calories for dinner
• Including any/all snacks
• There’s an orange sitting on my desk and I’m scared to eat it.
3. I’m DEFINITELY going to have to go to the gym, so that I can have sommore calories.
• Starting tonight
• Who's with me?
4. OMG. 928 Calories.

 It should be noted, that these calories do not include any sort of exercise. Which. I WILL BE DOING. So that will allow a couple hundred more calories. Also? Why didn't it have an option for sedentary job, but busy like a motherfucker once I clock out? AND? I don't really think that 928 calories is reasonable. But I guess if I eat healthier, maybe 928 calories is a WHOLE LOT of food?

 

We'll see. Luckily I have the option to change it to something I think is more I WANNA LOSE WEIGHT BUT NOT STARVE TO DEATH IN THE PROCESS calorie goal.

I have so many things to tell you, but let me start with last night...

I do. I have a LOT OF THINGS to tell you.
My husband turned 40 the other day, The Boy turned 21 and then I took him to Vegas stories. But. I've been busy. Or am lazy. Not sure which. Either way.

Last night I went to the Slide Bar in Fullerton for Rockers in the Round. Last minute gig that a facebook friend mentioned. And me, thinking OH I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO BUT WORK TOMORROW decided, yes. It sounds like a GREAT IDEA. That's me, y'all. I am full of it GREAT IDEAS.

ANYWAYS. So even though I have a whole lot of stories that I want to tell you guys. I'm going to tell you this one. Because I sent an e-mail to my friends about last night. Which, pretty much is a post. So. Enjoy:

Subject: A few things

1. I went last night. It was FUN.

2. Chris was walking around ordering drinks at the bar AND NOBODY NOTICED HIM BUT ME AND SARAH.
     a. I did not drink. Because I was in FULLERTON. BY MAHSELF
3. Then he stopped to talk to us. At some point I said, “See how much I love you? I’m going to be here until AFTER midnight, and I have to be at work at 7:30 IN. THE. MORNING.” (He says, well, I have to take my kids to school in the morning, so I feel your pain. And thank you for coming out. REALLY)
4. He’s SO. SWEET.
5. The people who go frequent that bar are some sketchy looking characters. FO SHO
6. The opening band “something 257” SUCKED. HARD.
     a. Their drummer didn’t have any legs.
     b. No. REALLY. Wheelchair.
     c. And now I’m dying to know how he played the drums because we left during their set (see #3)
7. I got home at 2AM
8. He also said to be on the lookout for more random shows.
9. Oh yeah:

Me. Chris Shiflett

(I'm not going to explain. Because you should know)

BOOYAH!

The things I do for my girls....

I almost ALWAYS lie about my weight. Mostly because I can. I weigh a lot. I am OBVIOUSLY overweight. But. I look as though I weigh less than I do. If that makes sense.

So I usually knock off around 10 lbs. SIGH. Women. We can be so vain, yes?

Anyways. Along with the shredding, I was given a log to write down my measurements: Weight, Chest, Waist, Hips, Wrist, and Forearm. (Forearm. Random, don’t you think?). OF COURSE, my period decides to come A WHOLE WEEK EARLY just so that when I start this whole 30 day shred, I’m all SUPER BLOATED and crampy and I CAN’T EVEN EXPRESS TO YOU THE BACK PAIN. WTF. Also? Fuck you Mother Nature, you’re a big giant asshole. *cough* But, I digress.

I thought it was just a PERSONAL log to keep track of weight/inches lost.

And then, my friend sent her measurements on Monday. OH. I DID NOT KNOW I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO SHARE THIS INFORMATION WITH EVERYONE?! ::cue the internal screaming.

She’s small. She has pounds she wants to lose, but really? She’s at the weight I want to be. EITHER WAY. She’s got balls. She sent all of us her measurements. I KNOW HOW BIG HER HIPS ARE, Y’ALL. You know how much you have to trust someone who is NOT a medical professional before you can put that kind of information in their hands?

So I went home. Pulled out my measuring tape and put it on the bathroom counter.

And then went to the kitchen to eat a piece of sweet potato pie.

And then thought I’m totally doing this wrong.

And then I got distracted by some shiny thing. So I forgot. Quite possibly, accidentally on purpose. But in the meantime, I’ve been hitting the gym, rode my bike several miles and have a date with the gym again tonight.

Now it’s Wednesday. I get dressed for work and see the measuring tape. Can I really put my weight into cyberspace? Can I put the ACTUAL NUMBERS in an e-mail? I don’t even tell my husband how much I weigh. And he knows pretty much everything there is to know about me. Except that. He walked in just as I was measuring my waist.

So how many inches? Are you serious? I am NOT telling you that.
Can you measure me? Sure.
Now, Can I measure you? Umm, NO.

He pulls out the scale and gets on. I say, I weigh less than that. Not as much less as I’d like, but less.

I came to work. And I thought about how many other things I've shared with my girls. My worries. My joys. My completely random thoughts. And how they support me, whenever I need it. And sometimes, when I think I don't. So. I sent an e-mail to the girls with ALL of my true measurements. Including my weight. These girls? I’d do anything for.

APPARENTLY, even things I won’t do for my husband.

This Year

Here is my obligatory "NEW YEAR'S POST" (I just feel like it should be in all caps)

I don't have any resolutions. Just PLANS:

TODAY, me, dirty dayana, prima, and my sissie start the 30-day shred. Again. But for reals this time.

I'm going to Japan. With the Brat. To see my friend and his wife. And Disneyland Tokyo. (priorities, guys. I has them)

I've got classes to attend. And just a handful of classes before I graduate. If my classes don't get cancelled, or rescheduled to times when I can't attend them, I will have a degree Spring 2012.

I don't know when yet. But I've got concert plans. LOTS OF CONCERT PLANS. Some of my most favoritist bands, finished albums in 2010 and will be touring this year. I pre-concerted by crashing a Super Secret Foo Fighter Concert in December. A prelude to a promising concert season.

I was going to go to Vegas (yeah yeah, save your shocked faces) for Superbowl weekend. But I think maybe I'll be in Sacramento. And if THAT happens, I'll be drinking beer with Emmie.

Girls Night Out #2! Don't know when. Don't know where.

Blogher11! I love San Diego!

Family Reunions. Mom's side. Dad's side. That's a WHOLE LOT OF FAMILY.

No resolutions. No stressing over things I may or may not be able to accomplish. Just plans. Hoping for happy surprises. Hoping that the working out will lead to weight loss. Don't plan to give up cookies. Or drinking. Moderation, I think is what it's called?

But for now, my plan is to lay around in the bed with the brat watching the Rose Parade.

So far my plans for the New Year are working out FINE.