November 30, 2009

My life as I know it

Unfortunately, with my husband still away I have had little time for me, and as a consequence, blogging. Hats off to single parents. Really, I have no idea how you do it. I have had several moments in the last couple of weeks where I have thrown my hands in the air and have said, "Ok, that's it. I quit." Can you quit being a mom? I guess some people are able to do it (shame on you).

 I love my kids, I really do, but sometimes I wonder if I was really meant to be a mom. Of course, this is probably exhaustion talking. I haven't had a full nights sleep in at least ten days. One usually wakes me up around one o'clock (climbing in bed with me) and the other around three (also, climbing into bed with me). You would be surprised how much room the two ankle biters can take up, and let's not forget the wretched dog, who seems to have been placed on this Earth just to torment me and make my life more difficult. If you are considering a Basset hound, think again. They are not easy dogs. And they are NOT lazy, contrary to popular belief. They are difficult to house train and would prefer to take a dump in your basement that squat over wet grass when its raining.

So, yesterday was weigh-in day. Down half a pound. Yeah me. Initially I was hoping for two pounds a week, but as you can clearly see, that is not happening, though I am grateful the number on the scale is going down not up. Progress at least.

November 24, 2009


I happened across a really great site the other day and would equate it to Facebook for readers and writers. It is wonderful. Basically, you can join clubs, shelf all the books that you've read and want to read, go through reviews, and post your own writing for others to read and critique.

I highly recommend you check it out. It might take a few visits to get the hang of it and explore all its potential, but I much prefer it to Facebook which is, quite honestly, getting a little old.

November 22, 2009

Busy, busy, busy

I have done nothing but write papers and ignore my children for the last week and a half. The hubby is at sea and parenting solo is not easy. I forgot how difficult it was. My husband used to go away from time to time but for the last several years it was never for more than a week at a time, and now he is gone until the second week of December and I have papers, quizes, tests and exams and two young children who want every single ounce of my time and energy and then some. 

Being busy means getting things done and never getting things done well. I feel bad that I haven't been able to give my children more lately but I am feeling pretty thin lately (unfortunately not in the weight department). Also, it is disheartening to do well all term only to know I am probably bringing my mark down by a letter grade because I don't have the time to do better. I have been staying up until midnight and in some cases one or two in the morning and my kids are sandwiching me in bed at night and causing me to wake up feeling like I just entered a retirement community.

As much as I would love to keep writing, I have to do some school work which unfortunately outranks my need to blog.

November 15, 2009

Weigh in numero 2

The scale is being pretty skimpy today, let me tell you. I have lost one measely pound. I am not botering with the waist measurements because it would be so insignificant it wouldn't be worth writing about.

November 13, 2009

The Book List

It's Friday night and I am surfing the internet. Oh, how lovely and exciting my life is. I came across a list from Indigo Books of the top 100 books as voted on by people in an online survey. I have already read several of them but am always on the lookout for a great book, so I have decided I will attempt to get through each and everyone of them. Who knows how long it will take. But I think it is always good to expose yourself to all different types of books, especially books you might not have the inclination to read without a little prompting. 

The only problem with the list is that there are some gems, and I say that word loosely, that I do not want to read at all. But alas, I am committed to my goal and I will plug through them even if I am cursing the author the whole time. I am talking about the Lord of the Rings books. Am I the only one on the planet Earth who would rather have a fist shoved up my ass than read them cover to cover? I tried one of them several years ago and I don't think I got past the first couple of chapters. Not my style AT ALL.

So if you want, check out the list and perhaps you might want to check some of them out too.

The top five are:
1. The Da Vinci Code, Dan Brown
2 Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen
3 To Kill A Mockingbird, Harper Lee
4 Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell
5 The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, J.R.R. Tolkien

How does the Da Vinci Code outrank Pride and Prejudice? Sacrilege!

November 08, 2009

1st Weigh In

Let me begin by saying that this week was not as easy as I had thought it would be. For starters, my 'lifestyle change' immediately followed Halloween which is never a recipe for success. Last year I had gained six pounds in November. That being said, I am fairly happy that this year was not a repeat performance of last year’s.

I stepped on the scale this morning to discover I am exactly the same weight as I was last week. Not what I wanted, but I'll take it, considering. This just means I have to be extra diligent this week. No more sour cream glazed donuts, no more Monday night McDonalds (our kids swim on Mondays and McDicks is quick and easy) and above all, no more potato chips. I swear they call to me in the middle of the night and the man who invented these little slices of heaven should be both shot and have a holiday named after him.

So I am going to ramp it up this week. Not really--who am I kidding. I am aiming for two pounds again and I am VERY optimistic. I do not have a great big bag of candy to tempt this week and I am on a budget, so I will have to forgo Tim Hortons from now on because I am broke and the money could be used for other things—like Christmas presents. Lord lifting, Christmas is around the corner and I hate shopping. Hate it.

I never used to hate shopping, au contraire, I LOVED IT, but that was when I was thin. I swear to God the mirrors are fucked up, because I do not look that fat. Maybe my doctor is right and I have blinders on. But, you would think that they would hang mirrors in the dressing rooms in a manner that makes you look thinner, to make you want to spend money you don't have on a slenderizing pair of pants. Word.

Anyway, back to life and the beJesus 'lifestyle change.'


November 05, 2009

The Gingerbread Men

Just a quick note before I fill my head with thoughts of anticoagulants, antidepressants and antianginas. My husband decided to bring home a gingerbread man decorating set today. What a great idea I thought to myself and it will keep the kids busy for a bit. Very festive.

So my husband decides to make some of the gingerbread men anatomically correct, including one who he refers to as 'a dancer.' Right. It's a good thing that my husband is lacking in the creative department or my children might be scarred indefinitely. Who the hell makes offensive gingerbread men with their 3 and 5 year olds? Only my ‘keeper’ of a husband.

Diet Update

You might ask yourself, 'how is the diet going?' And if you were standing in front of me I would shake my head and walk away. Starting a diet the day after Halloween wasn't a particularly smart idea. By Monday evening, the loot had to be thrown out and I was/am in danger of gaining this week. At best, I am hoping to break even (I also had a McDonalds attack on Monday too). Not good.

In some ways, my will power is solid, and in other areas I absolutely suck and have the willpower of a tick. Do ticks have will power? Who knows? My problem is that I LOVE food. It drives me to no end when I hear people talk about how there is some underlying issue that makes you eat, usually something emotional, but I say that although this might be the case for some it is not the case for all. I just love food. I do not eat when I am sad, angry or bored (well, sometimes when I'm bored). I eat because I enjoy it. My husband calls me a 'flavor whore.' Yes, that's me to a tee. I am not into moderation, though I wish I was.

I am fearing the scale on Sunday. And I think this a good thing, because I just might smarten my ass up before then so I can lose at least .5 a pound. See how my standards have dropped and I am only four days into my diet  lifestyle modification. Don't hate me on Sunday. I do not have the capacity to lie so the scale might not be kind, but I am trying and that is what counts. Right?

November 03, 2009


Today I reported to immunization parade for the H1N1 vaccine. (As a side note, I would like to say that the military likes to tack the word 'parade' on to a lot of things that you have to 'report to.' I never quite noticed until a friend of mine pointed it out the other day when asking about wart parade. Yes, there is a wart parade in the military)

So I am one of the lucky few who have received the H1N1 vaccine. If you are from a different country or area, you might not realize that we are currently rationing the vaccine in Nova Scotia. At present, children under five, pregnant women, aboriginals and health care workers are eligible to receive the vaccine in clinics. They is apparently a vaccine shortage.

This evening we brought the kids to get the vaccine, and after watching the other children get theirs, and scream bloody blue murder, I feared for the worst and was pleasantly surprised. Neither of them cried a single tear. In fact, my three-year old opted for pissed and shot the nurse a look that made me think she might haul off and sock her. She didn't, thank God.

The lines were fairly decent this evening. Not at all like the mass hysteria I expected to find. I have heard some real horror stories from friends that have gone to the clinics and they ranged from making comments to pregnant women about jumping the line (deplorable) and a woman causing a scene because she wasn't part of a priority group. She apparently told security she wasn't leaving without the vaccine and they told her she was going to receive an escort to the door if she didn't calm herself down. WTF people?

Personally, I don't get the hysteria. Statistically speaking you are more likely to die in a car accident than you are to acquire and die from H1N1, but are people boycotting their cars. Fuck, no. I am not saying don't get the shot, that's your own choice, but what I am saying is quit freaking out about it!!

November 01, 2009

Supper and the diet

I stole away from the home front this evening to have supper with my girlfriends. I cannot express enough how important it is to have an outlet like them to vent my frustrations and share our experiences. Time flies by effortlessly when I am in their company.

When I returned, the house was in shambles. I was gone four hours total. And the house looked like a bomb had gone off in it. I am sure that the kids were all over the place and could not be contained, but my husband was also watching a football game so I have to wonder if perhaps the destruction could have been lessened if my husband wasn't distracted. If you're reading this hubby, sorry, had to be said.

On a different note, I have decided to lose the thirty pounds that my doctor has been on my case to lose. So, I will now swallow my pride, divulge my weekly weigh ins and how horrible/great my diet has been on a weekly basis. I am feeling especialy vulnerable doing this because, let's face it, no girl wants to share her weight unless she is a size zero and even then she probably thinks she's fat and should go stick her head in the broiler.

So, here it is.....

Starting weight: 190
Goal weight: 160, actually fuck you Dr., I am going for 155. There, is that good enough for you? Will you back off with the personal trainer and nutritionist?
Waist: 37"  (I had two kids and four pregnancies, so don't judge me)
Waist goal: 30

My plan is to eat a lot more fruit and vegetables and sodium-reduced soup, as opposed to my carb-laden diet that I have become so fond of. As for exercise, I hate treadmills and run only in the spring, summer and fall, plus school is just too heavy right now for a regular running regime. I do promise to get back into it over the Christmas holidays and perhaps, reporting my progress on my blog will entice me to get my ass out in the cold.

So there we have it. Oh, I almost forgot. Dr. says no more than a pound a week but I am an 'impatient-give-me-results-kind-of-girl' so I am going to double it. Fifteen weeks to goal weight. This will bring me to February 14th. A rocking body on Valentine's Day, I like the sound of that. I might actually want to have sex. Ok, let's not crazy here.