An Update About Me – Because I’m Self-Centered Like That
I’m feeling a little strange writing this all down, but some unknown force is compelling me to jot down what’s going on with me at the moment. Perhaps it’s just because I like talking about myself. No matter. I will type away, anyway.
So, let’s see. I’ve started running again, which is good. At first, it was my effort to lose a few lbs before our trip to Key West. Like all well laid plans, it completely backfired and I ended up gaining ten pounds instead of turning into a super model. Blast. However, I decided to keep it up anyway since it was getting me up and moving in the mornings, which happens to be when I am dead to the world and in need of the most motivation.
I LOVE mornings! Not.
Deciding I was not going to suffer the abuse of my person all by myself and because I’m such a loving stepmom, I conned my stepdaughter into coming with me as well as my nine year-old pomeranian. At least Chewy enjoys himself… immensely.
Chewy: I get to sniff other dogs poop and then pee on it? All around the neighborhood? This is greatest day EVER!
In the spirit of being quasi-healthy, I have also decided to try and eat better. I don’t need to lose weight, I’m a rather average five foot six inches and 140 pounds. (Who am I kidding? I’d love to shave off fifteen pounds but I’m being realistic.) I do, however, want to start treating my body a little better. I figured that eating well might be a good place to start. I’m taking an all-natural energy booster in the mornings since I don’t drink coffee, as well as Liver Aid and allergy meds. It seems to be helping with copious amounts of pollen in Florida and all the alcohol consumption.
I have been in the habit of not eating lunch until 2:00 pm and also not having breakfast at all. Apparently, this is not good for you. Well, I forget sometimes. Sue me. It’s only when my hunger turns ravenous that I’m like, “Crap! Must. Eat. Now.” To combat this and get my metabolism out of the “slower than molasses” category, I’m making a conscious effort to eat small portions about three times a day.
This morning I had a half of an everything bagel with light cream cheese (which was surprisingly good) and a bushel of grapes. That was at 10:15. Then I had a salad with mixed greens, mixed nuts, tomatoes, cucumbers, and avocados at 2:00-ish and was also surprisingly good. I kept looking down at my bowl of salad thinking, “Why don’t I make this stuff more often?” Then I remember that I associate eating a salad to eating grass… or the garnish that comes on top of the fluffy, starchy, buttery, garlicy mashed potatoes…
If you read my earlier blog post, you know my eighteen year-old got a job and moved out. If you didn’t read the post… Surprise! Hell just froze over and Satan is serving snow cones. He still needs to clean out the rest of his stuff from his room. My husband and I are contemplating the wisdom of creating a fake craiglist ad with a picture of all his stuff and sending it to him. Heh Heh.
The fourteen year-old will be a sophomore next year and pretty soon she will be driving. I’m already having heart palpitations thinking about it. Although, it will be a huge relief when she gets her license. Sort of. Scary for all you drivers, awesome for me since I won’t be the chauffeur anymore. How many damn after school programs do have to go to? Aargh.
Anyway, I’ll leave it at that. Gotta go pick up the stepdaughter from her Christian youth camp that she volunteered to help watch 93 children between the ages of five and twelve. Goodie Two Shoes.
First thing she said when she got in the car… “Best. Birth Control. Ever.” Ha!