Thursday, March 29, 2012

Lessons of Attending a Training

Hello my lovelies!
I have officially survived my 6,000 hour training.

I am not an expert on Natural Gas.

Or rather... I now don't have to nod my head and pretend I know what the hell someone is talking about at work all the time...just some of the time.

I figured that I would use my bagillion hours that I spent in that ridiculous room to chat about some do's and dont's of attending training.

Let's put it this way. You are stuck in the same room for 9 hours with the same people. In the same seats. Far too close for comfort. Chances are, you are in this training because you HAVE to be and not because you really just have a growing interest in all things natural gas and have been contemplating how it gets from the ground to the end user for most of your life. Which I'm pretty sure that no one does.

So here are some ground rules. Pay attention. It could save your life some day.

1. Cracking your knuckles is a horrible habit. I used to do it myself, but nightmares of ET fingers made me stop. That being said, the sound is obnoxious. I could maybe give a pass if you do it once. Maybe even twice. But 8 billion times? That's bad news bears. Seriously. And the fact that you have about 6 other knuckle cracking buddies sitting around you. Unbearable.

2. Dear woman who constantly sighs, if you didn't hold your breathe every single time that you decided to write something down, you wouldn't have to exhale loudly every time you were done. And you write a lot, so figure it out and stop breathing your dragon breathe into my territory.

3. I think that taking care of your appearance and personal hygiene. And I truly appreciate it when you do, especially when I have to sit near you. However, taking a giant bath in your cheap cologne is too far. Please apply the appropriate amount next time and stop at that.

4. We all know things come up. Crazy situations. Family emergencies. Illness. Shit happens. They are all reasonable excuses for cancelling on a training. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY wants to listen to you blow your nose for 9 hours. We also don't want to watch your used pile of tissues pile up on your desk. And your hacking cough? Borderline Bird Flu. Stay home next time Sweetheart.

5. This one is for the instructors. I have just spent the past 8 hours of my life listening to you drone on. I don't want to be here. You don't want to be here. Whatever. I will never get those hours back of my life, but I know that I had to be there. HOWEVER, what I do NOT need is to spend the last hour of the day listening to your political beliefs and talking about the government is running this country into the ground. That is not in the course description. It is also YOUR opinion. Not fact. Next time, give your victims the chance to skip your soapbox speech. K? Thanks.

Aaaannnnd. That's it. The end of my complaints about the training.

I am now home. I am glad to be back. I desperately want to take a nap, but we all know that's not going to happen.

Soooo.... I will spend my time catching up with Dogbert and waiting for my handsome man to get home.

Word up.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Schmohio Updates

Hello my lovelies!

It's me, your favorite gal, reporting all the way from delightful Ohio.

And yes, I'm already homesick. Wah.

Today wasn't bad. (Or yesterday rather by the time you are reading this).

Relatively uneventful flight, minus the two small children next to me periodically screaming bloody murder. But, I felt bad for the mother travelling by herself so I tried to help as much as I could. Which was really only me picking up the markers that fell, but I hope I helped a little.

The girl was so cute though, she kept yelling, "But I don't even LIKE this plane. I just want to go hooooome."

I try not to get too upset with kids when I am travelling because I believe in karma. And I usually get it back ten fold. Instantly. And since it is physically impossible for me to immediately birth a defiant toddler if I roll my eyes at some poor Mother, I'm pretty sure that it would just add up and wait for it.

Anywho. Relatively uneventful.

I caught up on some work when I came into town, because I'm important like that. Then I had some training, which went pretty well. And then I had a dinner scheduled with a group of people I didn't really know. I thought that it was only going to be a few people, but it turned into almost 20 and I was quite overwhelmed.

I can work a room. I can be the life of a party. But sit 20 people at the same table and try to get a conversation in with anyone but those sitting immediately near you? Impossible.

So, unfortunately I mostly spent the night quiet. It was really the first time since I have been with this company that I didn't feel like I belonged. It probably has a lot to do with all the insanity that is going on, but it really just feels like another nail in my coffin.

Morbid. Sorry.

So, after my awkward dinner (me, not them) I went back to my hotel with some of the people I am here with for the training. And they all went to the bar. Well, by the time I changed out of my shoes into sneakers, I was stuck sitting at the end of the bar by myself. Which continued my social awkwardness.

So, I decided that rather than continue to act like a fucking weirdo then I would just politely excuse myself. Which I did. I changed into my workout gear and headed to the gym.

Which was almost closed. So I only had like 25 minutes. And I haven't run in a week. And I had a stomach cramp. And my damn shin splints pain came back with a vengeance. And I STILL felt fucking awkward, so I just stopped after 20 minutes and went back to my room and continued my weak ass workout there.

Today was kind of a bust.

I don't know. I guess I just kind of feel lost already and apparently being out of state by myself doesn't help that. Shocking.

Anywho, I'm going to stop filling up your day with my whines and head to bed.

Tomorrow is a new day. And if I can make it through the god awful training, I have a dinner date with two fabulous women. And hopefully the gym, earlier than 30 minutes before closing and preferably without debilitating stomach/shin pain.

And while I think of it. Anyone have any info on shin splints. Tried to change how I ran. Tried different shoes. Tried a break from running. Tried ice and Tylenol. They just come back when I get active again. It is killing my flow. Seriously. Anyone who can help gets a big fat kiss from me. Or a hand shake. Or a thank you note written by a socially awkward semi-professional.

Ug. Someone save me from myself please.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Ohio Bound

Please excuse my lack of posting today.

I had all intentions of setting something up for you fabulous people to read today, but as it always happens when I have the best intentions, my day blew up in my face.


This trip could honestly not have come at a worse time (and no I am not challenging fate to prove me wrong). I have a to do list a mile long and it can't get done in Scmohio.

Not to mention I will be spending my day tomorrow in a 9 hour training.

I know... I know... Please don't be jealous of my fabulous life. It really is quite glamorous.

Plus, Big A's birthday is on Monday so I have to come up with something fabulous to spoil him rotten with. I think I love his birthday more than he does. But how can you not love a day that is responsible for the birth of your best friend?

The hard part is that he is so damn expensive. To get him something that he truly wants/needs involves some sort of expensive car parts and those babies don't come cheap.

Anywho, that's the excitement that I have for you today. I'm waiting to bias my wonderful plane and then it is a day and a half of non-stop insanity.

And figuring out some way to work out the next two days since these 4 pounds won't lose themselves and Easter is right around the corner. Four pounds in 11 days? I own this. All it takes is a little self-control.

Shit. I guess I'm screwed. Whatever.

Have a lovely day my beauties.


Monday, March 26, 2012

Weekend Recap

This weekend was a good one.
No complaints from this girl.
Friday night, I had dinner with my mom, as well as my future mother and sister in law. We were trying to do it at least once a month, but it kind of fell to the wayside around Christmas. So, we decided it was time to get back into the game.
We met up at a local restaurant right near my house, so I was a happy girl. I have no problems travelling to places, it is getting home that bothers me. Because, when I am done with something and want to be home, I want to be home NOW. Travel time is NOT included in that.
So, it worked.
We had a lovely dinner and my only complaint was that they have karaoke on Friday nights. Which isn’t a huge deal, but they set up really early and then had the music pumping so it was kind of hard to chit chat. Which I can totally understand, but I hadn’t seen my FSIL and FMIL in two months, so I was looking forward to catching up without having to scream at the top of my lungs.
But whatever.
Then I switched from beer to vodka & cranberry. Then I sang karaoke.
I dunno. It was a long night and needless to say, I skipped the gym the next morning.
Oy. I hang out with my friends and I’m fine. I hang out with my mother and all bets are off. Nice.
So Saturday morning was spent recovering. Hanging out with Ma Dukes. Then I had a lovely little lunch with Mrs. C and her adorable belly!!! LOVE IT!!!
It has been FOREVER since we have had some one on one time and it was amazing to catch-up. We ended up sitting in Panera for four and a half hours. Haha. It felt like the time just flew. I can’t wait to meet her little bundle of joy!
After that, L came over for a little bit. It was nice to catch up since we hadn’t seen each other in awhile. It had been far too long.
Then Big A and I practiced being an old married couple and ordered take-out and stayed home. I think we were in bed by 11:30. I know. Don’t be jealous. We are wild and crazy party animals.
Sunday was uneventful as well. Which I love.
Big A and I packed Dogbert up into the car and got a coffee and breakfast from Dunks. Then we went for a nice little drive and just chatted. Attempting to ignore the Border Collie that had his head on our shoulders and the drool that was dripping out of his mouth.
Our little pooch has HORRIBLE manners. I blame his father. Heh.
Then Big A went to fix some stuff on my car. I felt guilty about eating like crap so I did some kickboxing.
Then we went over to see J$’s new puppy dog. He is so incredibly adorable, I just can’t even take it! He was soooo good. I kept telling them to just wait until he becomes comfortable in his own home. Then all hell will break loose.
But… at least he will look cute doing it.
Then I finished out the weekend with a nice family dinner. And now we are back to Monday.
I have Ohio Tuesday through Thursday this week for some training. Which should go pretty quick since I am jam-packed busy the entire time.
BUT, I’m also going to have to watch my eating and make sure that I get to the gym while I am there. My goal is to lose 15 pounds by Easter, so I have 2 weeks to lose 4 pounds. Totally doable, but not if I stuff my face full of crap while I am there and then sit on my butt and eat a devilishly chocolate muffin with my 8th glass of wine.
And that’s all I gots to catch you up on for now. I am off to actually attempt to tackle some of my to do list so I don’t have to work constantly while I am away to play catch up. Let’s see how that does. OY!
Hope ya’ll had a lovely weekend as well.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Firm Friday Bitches

First of all, I decided that I am going to start going by the MyFitnessPal weight I have been tracking. For two reasons:

1) It is easier for me to keep track, rather than having two different results
2) I was a wee bit heavier when I started MyFitnessPal so my loss is bigger.


I’ve been a bit sucktastic with workouts this week. I went to the gym on Saturday, walked the dog on Sunday, Ran Monday and Tuesday, but I took the last two days off.

I was babysitting Wednesday and ice cold Coors Light were calling my name yesterday.

It happens. I plan to hit it big tonight and tomorrow. Plus, tomorrow is my real weigh-in so I’m excited to see what actually happened this week. Despite the wine, Coors Light, and Wendys.

Shit. Maybe I don’t want to see what went on this week.

I did up my calories this week (and no that was not to cover for the crap I ate/drank).

I know I wasn’t eating enough. But, I’m not too comfortable with the 1400 either. I know it is all in my crazy little head, but it makes me feel gross. I feel too full. I have to eat when I’m not hungry.

No bueno. We will see how this week goes and re-evaluate.

This is also the last week of the weight loss challenge. So I am interested to see how it all plays out. I may or may not have already thought of a hysterical blog post title to tell you I won.

Plan ahead much?

Next week will be a bit of a struggle. I am in Ohio Tuesday through Thursday and despite my best efforts, I KNOW I am not going to workout. And they take me to the most fatty yet delicious restaurants… soooo… pray for me will ya! Haha.

AAAAnnnndddd without further ado….


I’ve noticed a great difference in my body. In my attitude. In my self-esteem. I feel great. And proud of myself too. I’ve still got a ways to go, but now I know I CAN do it.

Here’s the stats: (and I was so excited to tell you about the 10 lbs that I forgot it was inches week. Sorry… no update. I’m sure you are crushed.)

Weight: 172.5 (10.1 lbs) Woooo fucking hooooo!!!
Arm: 12 (1.5 inch) Didn't do
Waist: 35.5 (5 inch) Didn't do
Thigh: 24 (1 inch) Didn't do
Hip: 40.5 (1 inch) Didn't do

How did everyone else do this week?

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Sometimes, All You Need is a Different Perspective

Yesterday was the third Wednesday of the month.

A day that I completely despise. Because... you see... the third Wednesday of every month is Staff Meeting Day. Which means that I have to sit in a room for a million hours and take notes.

Notes that no one reads mind you. I mean really, I haven't typed them up or sent them out in probably over a year. Do you think anyone has asked for them? Nope!

And yesterday wasn’t any different. Although, usually I can get people out of there by lunch time, but we all had to stay because there was some presentation at 3.
Luckily, we got them to present early and I was out of there by 3.
9:00 AM to 3:00 PM. In a room. Taking notes. With ADD. On an 80 degree day.
Please don’t be jealous of my glamorous life.
The saving grace to the day was that I got to go babysit for Lil M and Em. The two girls that I used to nanny for.
I’ve known them since Lil M was about 3 and was in my preschool class when I worked in daycare. I taught her for a year and then I was their nanny for about a year. Then I was their regular babysitter for awhile.
I haven’t seen either one of them since last May. I mean, they didn’t even know that I was engaged. That’s how long it has been since I have seen them.
So, imagine my surprise when (not so little) Lil M walks down stairs, 8 going on 18, and starts filling me in on her life. On boy problems. On BFF’s. On how she is one of the strongest kids in school and all the boys are afraid to mess with her (proud pseudo-mama moment for me).
And then Em comes home, 12 going on 30, 5 foot 4, all legs, and is looking me in the eye.
I couldn’t even believe it.
These were my little babies. Oy.
I’m going to be a hot mess when it is actually my own kids.
So, Lil M and I had a treasure hunt, because… ya know… what else do you do. I always have the funniest conversation with her. I mean, it just kills me. At one point I uttered the sentence, “I thought about getting a squid, but you need a really big one for full effect and he probably wouldn’t fit in the hot tub”.
And then I giggled to myself because… who the hell has that kind of conversation. (And if you are wondering what we were talking about… it was the importance of a squid for a treasure hunt, because there is always a squid that is somehow in the way of the treasure and that’s what makes it a real treasure hunt. Duh!)
Then Em and I got caught up on her life. School. Sports. Friend. (No boys, thank god!)
And I realized how much I truly missed them. That was all I needed to make my day worth it. Those two chickies.
After I got home, Big A and I kicked into date night mode. We got some take out. Watched some silly shows. Ya know.
And we talked about all of the craziness going on. Work. Friends. Wedding. Stress. Money. And I told him that I wished that everything wouldn’t just blow up in my face all at once, because honestly… I’m overwhelmed.
Big A, being the most perfect man for me, provided me with the most perfect perspective. He says that as hard as things are for us right now. Us as individuals and us as partners, that it really puts it all into perspective of how truly lucky we are to have each other.
That everything that is going on is hard. He knows that. But some people go through things like this all the time, or even worse, and they don’t have anyone like we do.
That was just what I needed.
So, I put the bullshit aside for the night and decided I wasn’t going to worry about anything anymore. I wasn’t going to be thinking about tomorrow. Or yesterday. Or even that day. I was just going to think about those moments, there with him.
Because he is right (don’t tell him I said that), despite everything. We have each other. And sometimes, (most times) that is all that matters.
It was a wonderful evening. And no I haven’t been drinking.
Alright, so I assume I have made you all vomit by now, and if not, I’m sure you are thinking about it. So I’ll leave now.
Hope all you dolls are having a WONDERFUL Thursday. It is almost the weekend. And I don’t know about you, but I NEED my weekend.
Also… come back tomorrow for an UBER EXCITING Firm Friday post.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Whine Wine Whine

You ever have one of those days that you seriously consider moving to another planet? Like, you actually want to figure out if you could find some way to make it humanly possible?

Yeah, welcome to my Tuesday.

I think with everything going on with work, and people, and wedding stuff, and blah blah blah. I'm beginning to become a bit overwhelmed.

And to top things off, Miss. Sass is on vaca in sunny Florida this week so I have no one to bitch and moan to.

Well, that's not true. I IM with my mom all day. I'm currently e-mailing with a friend. And texting with another. All whom are getting an earful about something.

Thank God my friends are night to me and don't (usually) tell me to shut the eff up.

I can honestly tell you that I can't believe that March is almost at an end. That is absolutely insane. This year is flying by so fast already. I mean we are almost a quarter of the way done with 2012. Eeek.

And April is a flipping busy month. Big A's birthday, Easter, Baby Showers, Bridal Showers, Wine Night (yeah that one is super stressful bahaha). It is just busy busy busy.

I feel like I am going to blink and April will be over. And then it is May. Ma Duke's birthday. Big A and I's anniversary (engagement-versary - woah where did the year go).

Throw some babies being born in their too. Craziness.

Next stop... Summer. Then wedding shit is going to get out of hand. Bahaha..

I know... I know... I need to chill the eff out. But do you ever have those times where you feel like there is so much going on and so much happening that you feel like you are in fast forward towards the future?

And I am in Schmohio for three days next week, so I feel like I completely lose those days. And they majorly mess up my routines, so I am all discombobulated. Oy.

Well, that's my little whine for the day. Nothing specific. Nothing crazy. Nothing really of merit. Just shit is crazy and that is that.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Half-Assed Weekend Recap

This weekend was a fun one. Relatively low key, but fun.

I'm not in the mood to write out a whole huge thing (since A: I have nothing too exciting to write about and B: my computer is being a giant piece of crap and I am trying to fix it)

  • Friday, we layed low. After some serious BS at work I was all done with the week and just needed a night to relax. We were super adventurous and ordered take-out and I think we were in bed by 11:30. Rock stars.
  • Saturday, was a busy one. Ma Dukes and I have been working out on Saturday mornings. It works out really well since I help her actually go to the gym (since we all know who the hell wants to work out on a Saturday and since I get to use her fancy gym because I'm too cheap to get my own membership). So we rocked the gym and kicked some ass. We then followed it up with a healthy lunch, a low cal coffee from Starbucks, and some Target shopping. Honestly, AMAZING start to the day.
  • Then, I RACED home, cleaned off the smell of stench on me (I know sweating is a good thing, but it is still SO gross) and then headed out with N to get some St. Patty's Day decorations. Except, everybody else and their mother had already bought them all. So we sucked. Boo. I then convinced her that her blood sugar was low and she needed food. So we stopped at McDonald's. I ordered French Fries for moral support. I'm such a good friend.
  • We got back to N's house. Finished up some stuff, and then spent the rest of the night drinking green beer and hanging out by the bonfire. Lovely way to end the day.
  • Sunday, Big A and I attempted to get some wedding stuff done. I mean this thing ain't going to plan itself. But, we weren't seeing eye to eye and we abandoned the plans for the day. I often forget that although sometimes we are completely in sync and agree, that other times, we aren't and that's OK. Just a bummer. Nothing catastrophic/
  • Sunday night was spent at The Rents house for family dinner. We had a lovely creation of something my mother saw on a cooking show that morning and some good laughs. Pa Dukes was sorely missed as he was off gallivanting with his racing buddies in New York. But, it was still a good time.
  • Now, it is Monday. I have to bust my ass this week, as it is the last one of the weight loss challenge. I have only lost 3%, but then again, how much percentage can you really lose in 6 weeks? We shall just have to wait and see how it turns out.
I hope you all had a fabulous weekend as well. And that your Monday doesn't suck too much.


Friday, March 16, 2012

Firm Friday

Firm Friday. Oh… sometimes I get excited you are here… and other times your arrival makes me want to vomit.

Let’s start from the top.

I gave myself Friday to eat some Mexican food and chug drink some margaritas. I found myself getting full quicker and Big A actually commented on how much I left on my plate.

Shockingly enough… when I woke up on Saturday morning, I decided to weigh myself. To my surprise, I was at 173.9… which would be another 1.6 pounds down. 8.1 total. (WOOT!)

Then Saturday, I had a kick ass workout with Ma Dukes and introduced her to the wonderful world of Muscle Milk Light.
When I first started going to the gym (a million years ago) I met with a personal trainer/friend to get some workout tips. The one thing she highly suggested to me was that I should have some kind of protein within 20 minutes(ish) of working out. And she suggested Muscle Milk Light.

I think it is delicious. But it took some getting used to. I like the Vanilla one best. The chocolate one is OK, but it isn’t my favorite. I always try and have one of these after EVERY workout.

Anywho… then I spent Saturday night eating more Mexican food. Genius.

Sunday wasn’t bad.

This week... I kicked ass though. If I do say so myself. Here's my workouts for the week:

Monday: Jillian Michael's Kickboxing - Upper Body. I also did the MyFitnessPal challenge. 50 push-ups and 100 sit-ups
Tuesday: I  did my Couch to 5K run. Then I did the MyFitnessPal challenge.
Wednesday: Jillian Michael's Kickboxing - Core (I had planned to run, but apparently I couldn't remember to pack pants in my gym bag. Two shirts. No pants. Awesome. Sidenote: The core workout was intense, I literally wanted to throw up. Ug.)
Thursday: I did my Couch to 5K run and then stayed on for an extra 30 minutes for an hour total. Boy am I feeling that one today.

I decided to take today off. My body is sore and I am going to the gym with Ma Dukes tomorrow so I will still get in 5 days this week.
Weight: 173.9 (8.1 lbs) Same as Saturday, but I'm not worried. I'll weigh myself again tomorrow.
Arm: 12 (1.5 inch) Didn't do
Waist: 35.5 (5 inch) Didn't do
Thigh: 24 (1 inch) Didn't do
Hip: 40.5 (1 inch) Didn't do
How did everyone else do this week?

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Sometimes You Just Got to Call Bullshit...

I didn't write yesterday, because my mother taught me that if you didn't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all.

Not that I particularly follow this piece of advice often, but seeing as how what I might have spouted off yesterday could very possibly get me fired... I decided to leave well enough alone and let the anger simmer.

But it hasn't. There's some complete bullshit going down and it's pretty fucking ridiculous. I'm younger than most of the people I work with, so I envisioned none of them taking me seriously since they probably think I'm an inexperienced idiot, but I guess I never thought that I would be taken straight back to some high school bullshit.


I'm not here to make friends. And I'm not here to play games. That's the bottom line. I am here to pay my bills, put a roof over my head, help pay for my wedding, and help build a life for me and my future husband. That's all.

Can't win them all I suppose.

So, needless to say, I am in a particularly sour mood today. Not exactly a huge fan. Big A and I went out to dinner to one of my favorite restaurants last night to try and chill me out... which worked about as long as the lobster ravioli was on my plate... which wasn't long.

I'm just so frustrated. I can't stand situations that are completely out of my control. At least if it was FAIR I could rationalize that, but it isn't.

Life isn't fair.

Boy were they right about that one.

OK... let's move on. Because I'm getting pretty pissed...

So yeah... Big A and I made a break through last night. We LOVE this restaurant Dino's near our house. They have THE most amazing Lobster Ravioli that I have ever tasted in my entire life. We seriously just go there for it. I mean... Big A tried different things on the menu, but I go there for one thing. Lobster Ravioli.

However... Big A and I have a history of fighting on the days that we plan on going to Dino's. It goes like this:

Step 1: "Hey you want to go to Dino's on Wednesday?"
          "Ummm.... obviously!"

It is now Wednesday night...

Step 2: Some starts some bullshit fight that doesn't make sense and no one can remember how it happened.

Step 3: Spend the rest of the night not talking and lobster ravioli-less.

Step 4: Pout.

After that we would usually just randomly pick a day to go on a whim And just go before anyone could start anything.

But this week we decided that we are almost married grown-ups and that we will do just fine. And we did.

So, I claim this one small step for K & Big A and one GIANT leap for Lobster Ravioli.


Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Jillian Michaels Review... Peppered with Some Good Old Fashioned Whining!

It’s no secret around here that I’m working on bringing sexy back.
I mean… not that it ever left… it is just hiding. Ya know. Like a weird game of hide ‘n seek.
I found out last Thursday that Jillian Michaels was coming out with a kickboxing DVD.
Now, I love me some JM and I love me some kickboxing (despite Big A’s statement of, “I didn’t think you were the kickboxing type”… still a little hurt by that one). So, I HAD to have it. I couldn’t find it available in any of the stores around here (at least it wasn’t listed as being in stock) since it JUST came out, so I ordered it from Amazon.
It was like $12-something with shipping. Whatever. I would have paid more in gas driving around my huge mammoth of a vehicle to find it.
I anxiously awaited its arrival… and yesterday… it FINALLY CAME.

Beautiful, isn’t it?
I had planned my workouts around it, so I was uber excited that it came yesterday otherwise I was screwed. (Or I could have done one of the 18 billion other JM DVDs that I own, but we all know that’s not as much fun).
The DVD has 3 parts to it. The first one focuses on the upper body. The second one focuses on the lower body. And the third one is a core workout. All with kickboxing all worked in.
I started with the upper body workout. I liked that there were more girls this time so it wasn’t the dinky blonde girl doing the weak ass workout and then the freakshow girl who was going balls to the wall like in her kettle bell video. (Which I love…but still…)
I also loved the fact that the girls all actually looked like I felt. Out of breath. Sweaty. You name it.
Right about the time that I was starting to huff and puff, she said it was time for a cool down. Now, I don’t know if I am just more in shape now and I can do her workouts a little easier, or if she went easy on us. I mean… it was still a good workout. And quick. Each one is 20 minutes each. Which sounds like nothing, but don’t worry, she uses her time wisely.
I then decided that maybe I should see how I feel the next day before I did another one. Because bad ass me had previously decided that I was going to do two. I decided that I wasn’t going to let JM win this one and finish gloriously. So I stopped.
I also had 100 sit-ups and 50 push-ups to do for my weekly challenge on MyFitnessPal (a friend of mine has been giving out weekly challenges, it has been pretty fun!), so I decided that was enough for one day.
Which was good for two reasons.
Reason # 1:

This is my screen on MyFitnessPal last night before I ate dinner. I have worked out so much that I almost cancelled out my entire day of eating so far (and my after workout protein shake). Sooo… I really didn’t need to do THAT much more.
And #2…
I hurt. Not bad. But, I can definitely feel it. In my chest, my arms, my back. A nice steady burn.
So, I think I will be OK with just doing one at a time.
Although now I think I sound like a weenie. So… we will see.
Overall rating for Miss. Jillian?
I’d give her an A.
But I haven’t done the other two workouts yet, so that is a temporary score.
And that’s all I have for you today. Well… except for the fact that I slept like shit again last night. BOOO. And I’m tired of waking up every day with some part of my body hurting. But, no pain no gain right?

*Update:* I did the Core workout last night. And seriously thought I was going to vomit. Or pass out. Or both. Geez Jillian... you win again Biatch!

Monday, March 12, 2012

Sleep + ADD = Bad News Bears

I’m sleep deprived. And it is killing me.
There have been multiple factors that have been leading to my lack of sleep. So it isn’t like I can just figure it out and fix it. Every day is a new surprise.
Last night, I was exhausted. I wanted sooooo badly to go to sleep. After spending the entire day with a pounding headache (and not even a killer, “I drank too much and got silly” night before… I was the DD… LAME) I was just begging for sleep.
So, I decided to count sheep. I had never tried it before and they say it is supposed to help, so I count sheep.
Except, I am moving my head like I am actually watching sheep jump over a fence. And then I imagine that the farmer finds out that the sheep are escaping. So he comes running out of the house with his pitchfork screaming. And he bring his Border Collies with him to herd the sheep. So the farmer is yelling, the dogs are barking, and the sheep are baa-ing while running all over the place.
Does that sound relaxing to anyone? Because seriously… it isn’t. Whoever came up with the idea to count sheep should be tied to a chair in a field and told to count sheep and he will only be released if he can fall asleep.
So, sheep are out. Then I decide that maybe my body just needs some soothing words. Which now means I am talking to myself in my head:
Ok…  you are sleepy. You are calm. You are comfy. And you will fall asleep so soon. You are soooo tired. OK? FALLASLEEPDAMMIT! Why aren’t you sleeping yet? I said that you were tired. You were cozy. What the hell else do you need? You need to go to sleep now. You have to be up in six hours. Six hours. That is it. Now… it is nice and quiet. Fall asleep before the dog starts walking around. Oh no the dog is up walking around now. Lay still. He won’t know you are awake. OK good he has gone back to bed. Now go to sleep. You have to be up in 5 hours and 55 minutes. DAMMIT!
Once again… not relaxing.
I eventually pass the fuck out fall asleep, but I’m up every couple hours. At one point I decided that I MUST be uncomfortable because my feet are hot. I fell asleep with my socks on which I NEVER do. So I take my socks off. This is 3:00 AM.
I wake up at 4:30 AM and I still have my socks in my hand, but they are cuddled up next to my face. I then spend the next 5 minutes resisting the urge to vomit. Oh GOD how I hate feet.
I have to be up in 2 hours. GOOOOOO TOOOOOO SLEEEEEEEEEP. Ewww. I wonder if my face smells like feet now. I mean, my socks don’t smell THANK GOD but ewww. I wonder how many germs people have on their feet. I wonder if I will get that skin disease that my Elementary school gym teacher got from being a wrestler and being exposed to other people’s sweat on unclean mats. Can you get that from your own sweat & germs? Oh GOD that would look gross in the wedding pictures.
At some point during THAT rant I fall asleep again.
And in the blink of an eye, my alarm is going off.  Although, I can’t wake up to save my life. Because, although I have trouble FALLING and STAYING asleep during the night, I can sleep like it is my job in the morning and during the day.
Maybe I should get a night job.
Soooo… here I am. I was half an hour late for work. I am soooo completely exhausted that I have tears running down my face from yawning so much. And I am wearing my sneakers. Because you wear sneaker to work with your business casual attire.
At least it is better than last night when I drove over to my parents’ house for dinner and didn’t realize until I was half way there that I left the house in my slippers and never bothered to put shoes on.
I think it is safe to say that I am losing my shit.
Maybe I will just consider it practice for parenthood…
…or maybe I will just down a bottle of wine before I got to bed… won’t help with those pesky headaches I’ve been getting, but will totally help with that whole sleep problem.
Happy Monday Everyone!!!

Friday, March 9, 2012

Firm Friday

Another Firm Friday. At least this one I feel slightly positive about.
I was a bad girl last week and stuffed my face in Ohio. AND barely worked out.
Good one.
It was no surprise to see the same weight that I was two weeks ago, when I stepped on the scale this morning. BUT, I am fairly sure that I gained some shit back last week, so I guess you can count this as a win.
I’ve been doing pretty well this week. Mainly for the fact that I actually got my ass up and went grocery shopping on Monday. PLUS I cooked all week (shocking, I know).
So, I rewarded myself with an egg & cheese sandwich. WORD.
Which was probably a bad idea because I will be shoving my face full of Mexican food for the next two nights. But… whatever. I’ve got a plan.
So let’s look at the stats:
Weight: 175.5 (6.5 lbs) SAME BOOOOO
Arm: 12 (1.5 inch) Loss of .5”
Waist: 35.5 (5 inch) Loss of 2”
Thigh: 24 (1 inch) Loss of .5”
Hip: 40.5 (1 inch) Same

Not too bad. I mean, I wish I saw a pound loss, but I will take inches too. Plus… like I said. I have a plan.

Want to see the results in action… check it:

                                   January 3, 2012                          March 6, 2012

Now… I know it isn’t a miracle. But I know that by looking at these pictures… HOLY SHIT! How did I live like that for so long?
I can already tell a difference in the way I feel. The way I feel in my clothes. The way I feel when I look in the mirror. The way I feel about myself in general.
I’ve got a long way to go, but I think I’ve got a good start.
Now, time to kick it up a notch.
Happy Friday folks! I hope you all have wonderful weekend plans. I know, I for one, plan to skimp on the Mexican food, but REALLY put my calories to good use by mostly drinking them.
Now THAT’s dedication. Hehe.

Sidenote: Did Blogger bust anyone else's balls today? It took me FOREVER to write this post, and that is only because I wrote it in Word and transferred it over. Ug.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

If You Liked it Then You Shoulda Put a Ring on it...

And he did. Smart man. But that was months ago (almost a year!) and OLD NEWS.

Last night, however, we went to look for our wedding bands. Uber exciting.

I decided to let Big A look first since he had NO idea what he wanted since he has never worn jewelry in his life.

Yeah... took him about 3 minutes. Damn.

He picked the EXACT ring that I would have picked for him. And I didn't even influence it at all! Made me feel pretty cool that I was able to pick out (in my head) something that he would love with NOTHING to reference (since he never wears jewelry).

His looked a little like this one:

Only his is a DARK silver. He decided to go for the Tungsten ring for two reasons.

1) He didn't really like the look of the gold bands. They were too shiny for him.

2) They are virtually indestructible.

Big A doesn't plan on wearing his ring at work. As a mechanic that would be incredibly dangerous for him to do so. Just like they don't recommend loose clothing, long flowing hair, etc. They also don't recommend wearing jewelry either. Big A gets hurt enough at work (nothing too serious. Some bad cuts, bruises, forehead burns. He's only had stitches once since I've met him and he drove HIMSELF to the doctor...freakshow) he doesn't need something else for a machine, car part, etc. to grab onto.

So, I gave him a free pass at work. (I know I'm so nice. I just told him if any hot girls walk in to immediately hold up his left hand and say, "I'm not wearing my ring because I'm at work, but I am happily married to my beautiful wife. Now back off skank!" haha... I kid. I kid.)

Me on the other hand... I knew what I wanted. Something along the lines of this:

Except for, as usual my budget and my taste don't coincide. Ug.

So, in typical me fashion, I picked one of the most expensive rings and fell madly in love. And nothing else felt right. Good one me!

But... I didn't have my ring on when I was trying them on. They were fixing the prongs on it since the diamond was a little loose. I told them that I couldn't make a decision until I had my ring back. They had given my a similar setting to my ring to try on with it, but it just wasn't the same without a sparkly diamond in it.

So, I made them stop what they were doing and give me my ring back. Because I'm a Diva like that.

And shockingly enough... the glorious ring I was in love with. Looked hideous with my ring. THANK GOD!

So... I kept looking. I found something that was almost perfect, but it was from a different company that made my ring, so the coloring was off. And there was some etching on the sides of the band that looked weird with my ring.

Our amazing, fantastic, hysterical jeweler is going to contact the company that made my ring and have them send him some designs for me to look at. (Continuing on with the DIVA, pain in the ASS part of me!)

But... the way I put it. This ring is going to be on my finger for the rest of my life. I have to LOVE it. I don't want to just "like" it and then regret it later. I mean, I can always upgrade when Big A and I are millionaires, but I want to upgrade because I am a selfish bitch, not because I don't like my ring... (I kid)

And that's where we left it. Big A has his ring and I'm a picky bastard. But we all knew that already.

We have half of the ring hunt done. Which is pretty excited. Now we just have to wait for the jeweler to call and we will go back to try on more. YAY! I'm secretly excited that this part isn't over yet. Because, let's be honest. I LOVE going into jewelry stores and trying things on.

That's my story for today. Big A was easy. I was a pain. Nothing has changed with our dynamic. Except that he now has a wedding band. Because we are going to get married. He will be a husband. I will be a wife.


Oh and today... 6 MONTHS UNTIL THE WEDDING!!! Holy shit.


Wednesday, March 7, 2012

So What! Wednesday

Oh Hey!

It's So What! Wednesday!

Or as I now refer to this day... as Wedding Ring Day. Whoop! (We are going to pick out our wedding rings today after work... oh how I love jewelry!)

Anywho... I'm linking up with Shannon over at L.A.I.D.

This week I am saying So What! if...

* I am seriously counting down the minutes until I meet up with Big A to pick out our wedding rings

* I have bought / done plenty of stuff for the wedding and just haven't told you... whoops! I promise I will do a recap of some shiznit soon. Pinky promise.

* I am flabbergasted that the wedding is in 6 months (tomorrow).

* I completely embarrassed myself in front of some Executives from Ohio. Some friends on MFP decided to give themselves a challenge of doing 100 push-ups a night for the next week. I decide that I'm hot shit and want to do it to. Except I have no upper body strength and a bum shoulder so I have to do the modified ones. Which are STILL killing me. So I was doing an awkward stretch and making grunting noises talking about how much my armpits hurt... and then I hear someone clearing their throat. I'm just glad that they made a noise before I bent over and started stretching my back!

* I have been stalking a house that Big A and I want. Like seriously... I've been doing drive-bys. It is absolutely perfect for us and I want it NOW. We plan to go see it soon to see if it is still worth drooling over. Then we will be crossing our fingers that no one buys it and the price goes down. All goes well? Then we will probably put an offer on it after the wedding.

* I found out that I get a ridiculous amount of points on my Delta Skymiles for my business trips and if I go on two more then I can get enough points for our plane tickets for our honeymoon...sooo... I'm looking for reason to fly. Big A may hate it now, but he will thank me when I save us some cashola.

Eh... that's it for today. Now it's your turn. Head on over to Shannon's blog and link up!

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

It's the Little Things...

Yesterday morning when I was driving to work they were doing a poll on the women listeners. They wanted to know what little thing that their significant other does that shows that they care.

Then the one male DJ started talking about sex and I arrived at work. I never heard anything else about it. I went about my day and didn't give it a second thought.

After work, I finally dragged myself to the grocery store. I haven't been since January 30th (yeah I just looked it up... I suck more than I thought) and it was needed.

I used to love grocery shopping. But now that it is a necessity? I hate it. We all know how much I love it when I HAVE to do something. The worst part was I couldn't even fathom how I was going to get in my workout, go take the dog out, go grocery shopping, put it all away (which requires cleaning out the, and then making dinner. Ug.

So, I skipped my workout. Felt like a giant fatty, and tried to buy as much healthy food as I could to make myself feel better. Wah.

I get home, drag everything in by myself, and have no sooner closed the door then Big A pulls into the driveway.

Ug. Ass. Skips all the hard work.

So, I grumble a little to myself and start to organize and Big A walks in.

And you know what he says?

"Sorry, I tried to make it home before you so I could help you bring everything in. I'll help put it away though."

Umm... what?

I'm speechless. (Which for those of you that know me, know that is difficult).

Big A and I have lived together for 2.5 years. Been together for almost 5. He's helped me with the groceries maybe a handful of times. But, he knew that I was still tired and worn out and that I would appreciate the help.

And it is time's like those that I remember all of the little things that he does to show me he cares. And that after almost 5 years of being together, he still surprises me.

Then he had a growling match with the dog in the living room and *poof* just like that, everything was back to normal.

Oh Big A... never a dull moment. Haha.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Weekend Recap

Woah. What a weekend.

It was no secret that my Ohio trip sucked the life out of me. That became quite evident when Big A and I were hanging out Friday night and all of a sudden it was Saturday morning.

Yep, I just completely passed out. Apparently I was chatting with him and then gone the next minute.


To make matters worse, I had wine night Saturday night. And then Jackums Baby Shower on Sunday.

To make matters EVEN worse, I barely slept a wink Saturday night. Which just goes to show that I should have drank more at wine night. I never have a problem sleeping when I let myself go at wine night. However, apparently when I chose to behave myself the Wine Gods decide to punish me. Lesson learned.

I was NOT on my A game this weekend. Which is why I have no pictures from ANYTHING. Nothing. I may not post pictures for months, but at least I take them!

I've got nothing.

Wine night was a blast. As always. We all went to L's house and chatted and pigged out. Ya know... the norm.

Jackums Baby Shower was fun too! I just can't believe she is SO close to having her baby girl. It is absolutely completely nuts to me. We met when we were in our teens. I think she was 16 and I was 18. So to me we are still babies. I can't believe that she is married and having a baby and I am getting married.

Where does the time go? Craziness.

Thankfully, after my adventurous week/weekend I passed the eff out again last night and got a solid night's sleep. I mean, I still feel like ass from lack of z's, but at least I was back at the office.

And back to my normal eating routine. I ate like crap. And then... since I had already eaten like crap Wed-Fri... I continued through the weekend. I mean... the bulk of the food I ate yesterday was crab cakes, nachos, and potato skins. There was nothing FIRM about the past 6 days.


I didn't really feel bad about it either. I mean I felt disgusting and swear I gained 10 lbs, but I really didn't care. Until... I remembered the contest I'm in. EEK. So I am switching my weigh-in day until Friday and hoping to be UBER strict with myself this week. Maybe it will shock some lbs off my body.

Gotta keep that eye on the prize... I want that money... and bragging rights.

I've only lost 4 lbs and 2% (according to them) of my body weight since the contest started and this is week 4. Meaning...I have this week and two more after that to WOW them or that cashola is going to live with someone else.


So that's my story. Let's recap. Ate like crap. Lack of sleep. Too much fun. Back on track. BAM.

Hope everyone else had a FABULOUS weekend!

Friday, March 2, 2012

Firm Friday... this is not

I've decided I am skipping Firm Friday this week.

Due to the fact that I've only worked out twice. And I've been eating like shit the past two days.

And I ordered this from room service after the ridiculously delicious dinner I had.

White Zin and Chocolate Chunk Muffin. Yummm.

So... I will show you my digs for the past two days.

Not too shabby huh? The only problem is that apparently they have me in one of their handicapped equipped rooms. And there's no bath tub. I was kind of looking forward to taking a nice bath. Especially since I only take baths in uber clean tubs so no shit is floating around. And they must clean the crap out of it all the time.

Which is why I don't take baths at home. I know how crappy the bitch who cleans the tub is at her job. So I stick to showers. Boo.

In other events, apparently there is a body building competition going on. There are some pretty gigantic dudes walking around. I mean these guys' arms are as big as my ass. Which is smaller than it used to be, but baby still has back. Eek!

I head home tomorrow. Which is pretty exciting. I must admit that I'm a little sad that I missed the first real snow storm Mass has got all winter. And because I just got off the phone with Big A and he is all sorts of stressed out. I wish I was there to cook him something delicious to eat and spoil him rotten. It always seems to make those bad days not seem as bad.

Instead, he comes home to an empty house with a needy dog and no food. I'm definitely wifey material. FAIL.

BUT... tomorrow I will be crossing my fingers for smooth flying and hoping that I don't get stuck next to some annoying person who wants to chat the entire flight. I don't know what it is about my charming face that seems open and inviting to strangers, but they are getting the wrong idea.

I don't enjoy talking to strangers. Making uncomfortable small talk with someone who has the personality of a beetle (who I assume have poor personalities. No offense to any beetles out there)

Next up comes wine night and Jackums baby shower.

Then we are back to Monday like nothing ever happened. Oof!

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Goat Cheese = Delicious: A food revelation mixed with business trip highlights

Oh Ohio. Blech.

I had a rather uneventful trip here. I was half hoping that between the crazy weather that Columbus was supposed to be having and the ridiculousness that Boston was supposed to get, that things would somehow get cancelled.

But... alas. I made it here just fine. As usual. I usually get boned on the way home. Rain, Thunder & Lightning Storms are predicted for Friday. Let's hope that they hold off until I get the fuck out of dodge. Cool? Thanks.

I went to lunch with a co-worker as soon as I arrived. We were both starving. There was no time to check-in to my hotel. I needed food ASAP. So we went to this delicious restaurant across the street. I had my first ever wedge salad. With goat cheese. Because apparently I LOVE goat cheese now. So much that a dear friend of mine enjoys teasing me with my current obsession. Whatever. I <3 cheese and I am excited I have a new one to add to the mix.

Then came the training. Ug. I mean it wasn't that bad. I'm working on learning how to use the Adobe Creative Suite. Ya know... Photoshop. Illustrator. Blah blah. I can see me being good at it because we all know that I am OCD as eff... but it was hard to kind of whip through things. They looked like shit and it was time to move on. Bummer.

I eventually just told my co-worker that I was exercising artistic freedom and he was just jealous that my talent was greater than his. BAM!

Then I got bored. Because, when I am learning something, I want someone to tell/show me how to do it, walk me through it, and then let me try it on my own. Trial and error style. This works. This doesn't. Ya know. So, I did what any good student does... stops listening and did my own thing.

My pride and joy:

Isn't she beautiful? I WISH I looked this good. Heh.

At the very least, I will come out of this trip with knowing how to fuck with my friends' pictures. Beware peeps. I'm going to have some fun with this one.

By that time it was around 4:00 PM and I had been up since 5:00-5:30 AM, so I needed coffee. Two floors. One with no coffee or cups. The other with coffee but no cups. Eff. Really?

I decided I had done enough running around. AND working. So I was all done. I packed up all of my crap. Called a cab. Said goodbye. Turned around... and realized that for whatever reason, there was a gigantic pile of coffee cups in the corner of the conference room that we had been sitting in for hours. Totally not cool.

The day was followed by an absolutely delicious dinner. I got a ribeye steak (which was so amazing since I NEVER hardly ever eat red meat) with broccolini, gnocchi, and some sort of bleu cheese sauce. Now, I've never tried gnocci and I don't usually enjoy bleu cheese. But, 26 year old me is adventerous and tries new things. So, I did.

And seriously. EFFING DELICIOUS.

I am now curious about all of the foods that I have been missing out on for all of these years since I have been a picky eater. Although, at least I am proud to say that finally at the age of 26, my tastes are slightly more sophisticated than a 5 year old's.

Tomorrow is more training. Some teambuilding event that I got roped into going to that involves a comedy show, but also a free lunch so at the very least I break even. Then I have dinner planned with some lovely ladies. Then... home.

Oh, I miss home.

That about ends my excitingness for the day. I am personally exhausted, but I am going to peel my eyelids open and hold them up with toothpicks so I can watch the season finale (hopefully if I can find it online) of Parenthood. Apparently Khloe & Lamar (don't judge) AND Teen Mom ( judging) are on at the same time on Tuesday nights. I didn't realize that until it was almost over. BOOO.

I'm going to make the most out of this trip, but you bet your ass that I am counting down the seconds until home.

And let's pray that this little bitch stays in the afternoon and doesn't interfere with my smooth sailing & late afternoon lunch with my Mama.