Weird or Not Weird

Check it out. Soft boiled eggs on toast with strawberry jam and cheese. Someone I know loves this... The thought of eating this makes me throw up a little bit.

Breakfast of Sassions

So.... It's been awhile.  I'm going to start blogging because I need somewhere to put my thoughts and I think I'm probably safe enough here, figure no one is reading.  I guess I can check my hit stats lol- no clue if anyone is stills subscribed.

Things suck.  Big time.  I'm sick of things sucking, especially things I can do nothing about.  "So I ride my own melt" as Troy Dyer from Reality Bites would say.  My husband would say my problem is that I haven't been riding my own melt, or whatever, I don't even think that quote applies in the correct way exactly, but anyway, I'm riding it now. I'll have control where I can.

Which brings me to... dum da dum:  Health

Honey and I began training for a 5K early in the summer.  We just ran our first one on Saturday, I walked/ran primarily because I spent the whole early morning hours prostrate with a stomach bug.  But I showed up and ran 2 of 3 miles, skipped about 3/4ths of mile 2... was apparently white as a ghost but got to see the triumph of my sister who, weeks prior, would freak out about running for 5 consequtive minutes and actually cried during her first 3 mile training run.  This time she didn't cry, she smiled.  I did want to cry though.  I had really built that moment up and not being able to do it sucked.  I almost felt like I had trained for nothing.  But I didn't want to lose the drive, the momentum.  So we came up with another goal.

HoneyBunch, Big and I are going to lose 5 lbs and run the Zombie Run 5K in 5 weeks, and we want to do it in 42 minutes.  Currently I'm running about a 50 something to 46 minute 3 miler so at my fastest I still have to cut my time.  Plus I'm battling some pretty painful IT Band issues, whatever that means.  Actually it means the right side of my hip at the joint all the way down to my foot hurts.  I got new great shoes and I notice my knees don't hurt much anymore, but my stupid hip does.

Sos anyway, what am I writing all this for?  Mainly to post a picture of my breakfast.  And because I thought people on Facebook would get sick of seeing pictures of every little thing I ate.  So here is my breakfast. 

Egg made in work microwave (crack egg onto little paper plate, salt, pepper, cover with another little paper plate-then cook for 3 rounds of 30 seconds at 30% power.  The power of 3, let it be.)  Atop that is a slice of lunchmeat.  I almost wanted to lie and say it was just plain turkey.  But the truth is...it's turkey balogna..so not as healthy.  I had a craving, ok?  Sliced tomato from my garden and it all rests atop a bed of 5 grain light bread.  It's pretty decent.  For snack this morning I will also eat a string cheese.  I probably won't post that.  That would be boring.  But who knows... life is uneventful and the best thing that might happen to me today is that I get to eat a good piece of reduced fat string cheese.  Beats being yelled at by hostel hotel owners (my line of work).  blah.  P.S. Spell check isn't working, please forgive me.

So it didn't actually begin until April 10

I'm down 11 pounds. Here is a photo of what it looks like to lose 11 gross, fat pounds. The difference isn't huge, but I feel better every day.

Food should not be my friend.

I have been doing so well during my first week of healthy living. I exercised. I ate lots of fruits and veggies and proteins. Drank loads of water. Got some good sleep. And then received some really awful news about a family in my neighborhood yesterday and proceeded to eat a sleeve of graham crackers last night. And I don't really even love graham crackers. So, there's that.

Vessel Schmessel

I had a conversation with one of my sisters where she told me that Satan chose the weaker vessel to corrupt. I replied “Eve was framed!” but it had me thinking this morning about how "full of it" that statement is when you look at people today. I mean, I think any woman who is married can attest to the fact that there is no bigger baby than a man when he doesn’t feel good. Am I right?

And let’s take a look at all the myriad of stuff we women/mothers have to do in our life, take care of and deal with that men don’t have to. Even when we are sick ourselves. If they had to deal with what we do, could they? How many of you ask your partner why something wasn’t done or taken care of and had the answer be “I didn’t think of it.” I mean, do we have to THINK for them too???


I don’t mean to be ranting, but I have 3 kids and I had some “help” getting them ready for school before I headed off to work my full time job this morning. I am nearly ready, my hubs (who isn’t going to work today, mind you) was in charge of getting them together so we could leave, and when I come into the living room at 7:30 the boys are just sitting in front of the TV and he’s putting Snitchy into the High Chair with a banana. I was like “WHAT are they doing?? It’s 7:30!” then I got them on task, got us out of the house, get Snitchy dropped off and the boys to school by 8am.

We are NOT the weaker vessel. Maybe in physical strength, but really, that hardly matters.

Well, to end I’m going to end this gripe fest by sharing a new band that I totally LOVE and saying I love my husband very much, even if sometimes he bugs me by falling asleep while I'm talking to him.