Death by Candy Corn

9/16/10

HUGE DISAPPOINTING FEW WEEKS…several minor setbacks!   Last weekend I was sick with a cold, just a normal run of the mill stuffy nose blah feeling.   I haven’t been sick since before I was pregnant with my daughter so I suppose I was about due.  I caught the little bug from her which is not surprising considering I am regularly covered in her baby goo along with most of my clothes.  Oddly enough being sick made me day dream for a moment and say “awww fall” even though it was 105 degrees outside.   My workout record for this weekend was zero, just like the weekend before.   I feel like I’m losing my momentum and will to workout.  Where did the motivation go!?!   I still want it, but I don’t want to work at it!?  I was doing so well and now I feel like it takes all my energy to get out of bed in the mornings and stay awake 15 consecutive hours, hell for that matter an hour!  I’m completely exhausted and the bags under my eyes are weighing me down.  I need sleep!! 

9/23/10

Though not much has changed since my writing the other day I most definitely have some things to say.  First off I made the mistake of walking down the Halloween candy isle while en route to the checkout to buy diapers.   While in my little paradise of sugar I saw my all time favorite season specific treat…candy corn.  Oh how I love those yellow, orange and white candies that melt in your mouth in creamy perfection!  Needless to say I bought one bag of corn and one bag of the pumpkins.   The corn lasted a good 4 days and the pumpkins I took to work.  This is not a good idea, every time I walked to the printer I grabbed one…really, I mean come on a little self control goes a long way but  when you are snacking in such a casual way how can you possibly be aware that you yourself have turned into a pumpkin?!  You can’t, so I advise against this candy keeping practice.  Quick confession: I bought 2 more bags and one is gone, the other bag is sitting next to a ¼ a bag of cinnamon chips!!  As most women, near my time of the month about  a week before I eat everything and once that’s gone, I eat everything else and try not to get my hand too close to my mouth.  This might actually explain the 588 pieces of candy corn I ate last week.   

I bought a dress last weekend for a wedding that I need to be perfectly slim for, it looked good, no bloating allowed though!   I could even stand to lose an lb.  On this same note I don’t like my dress, I’m having major buyers remorse which is fine, I just need to find  a new one!  When I went in I was thinking black, just above the knee, sleek, sophisticated and sexy.  What I bought was purple, 6 inches above the knee and young.  I got excited that it was in my price range and let me tell you, there is not a lot out there under a $100, it was madness.  Same for a baby dress, retailers are crazy if they think I’m going to down that much money on a dress that will be worn once.  Well in our case twice because she’ll be wearing it for her birthday, but still!!   Thank goodness my oh so talented mother is whipping up a little black dress for my little darling!   So in short here, I need to focus and remotivate…how?!  I don’t know…I’m open for suggestions.  Staring endlessly at Victoria Secret Magazines tends to help, which is easy when they send you one every day.  Speaking of VS magazines, they did help me revamp my hair a little, I saw a girl with the prettiest hair…as always…and so I dyed it and gave it a little trim, most of my hair ventures turn out to be happy little accidents.  I’m quite pleased, but I would like to add some highlights when my mom comes down for Bradley’s birthday…hint hint

Office Fare

This morning when I walked into the kitchen at work there was the sweet aroma of something disastrous to my new eating habits. I quickly surveyed the little room to see a white box that in my mind had angels floating around it coaxing me to look inside. I glanced over my shoulder making sure no one would catch me in my endeavor and opened the box. I’m not going to lie, a minute part of me (and we are talking small here) wanted the box to be empty or filled with snakes, but no. Inside was the glorious round morsels I was hoping for, cooked in fat and coated with sugar not to disappoint…donuts. I immediately threw my Central Market Organic Buckwheat, Barley and Blueberry Waffles into the freezer and dove head first into my new breakfast! By the way those waffles are amazing, but let’s face it I’ve eaten 2 every morning for the last 3 months, I was weak and my taste buds were bored. I grabbed one chocolate iced and one glazed. They were amazing and to my surprise I didn’t feel as guilty as I felt I should have. Why? I’m not sure, they didn’t make me feel bloated and I certainly wasn’t planning to eat the whole box. Maybe I made a secret vow to myself to work them off, I don’t recall that part but you just never know! I did good with lunch, the white to a hardboiled egg (my sister would freak to find out I threw the yolk away) a blueberry scone, reduced calorie Laughing Cow spreadable cheese with vegetable crackers and a handful of grapes. Impressive I know and very filling. A little note on the eggs, make sure you get ALL of the shell off. The other day while eating this exact lunch I missed a tiny piece and bit down right on top of it! UGH it’s the equivalent to nails on a chalkboard for your mouth and a small step up from tin foil! It’s giving me shivers; I can’t talk about it anymore!! After lunch I had the same dilemma as the morning. The kitchen held yet another glutinous item that called me in, a birthday cake. I thought for about 3 ½ seconds before I committed to a small slice. I ate all but the last bite, as much as I wanted to eat it I knew I was full and shouldn’t. I thought about today’s blog and how I would have to own up to it if I finished the cake just so I wouldn’t be considered wasteful. As I stared into the multicolored sprinkles and the fork already in place, I did something I’ve rarely ever done,…I threw it away! I usually even keep the plastic silverware to use later, not this time I needed to throw it out before I could regret one more bite!!


This was in my mind a successful day, I indulged where needed and said no when I was full…awesome!

Importance of Mirrors

I went to the orthopedic on Monday for my knees I injured 13 years ago in a hurdling incident. I was way too cocky back in the day and when an older guy asked me to race before my event I wasn’t about to refuse! I remember the people in the stands and that adrenaline stricken feeling you get before the race starts. A friend was calling the start and just when I could feel the energy pulsing up through my shoulders she called it and we were off. I had a decent 3 inch lead when on the third hurdle I grazed the top just a little too close and as my trail leg caught the hurdle my lead snapped straight and my left knee hyper-extended…this pretty much ended my hurdling career. It took forever to heal and practice was agonizing. This is the reason both my knees still sound like a person snapping when I walk up a flight of stairs. I’m fairly certain I freak out any one next to me on the stair climber! So any who after sitting in a crowed waiting room full of post surgery patients I thought for sure the diagnosis would require surgery and thank goodness it doesn’t! The doc said that they can both be fixed through therapy which is great news…though it would have been a nice excuse not to work-out.  Actually I’m not that desperate for an excuse, I’ve really been enjoying my workouts, when I get to do them. I went on Saturday and forced my abs to crunch in unnatural ways and I was stuck in a hunched over position for a good 3 hours after that. Of course I run home and throw my shirt off and stare closely into the mirror and weigh myself because certainly my one awesome workout should have immediate results! Though I hadn’t eaten breakfast, I was quite proud of my weight and my tummy dimple you can’t convince me isn’t a tone line. A few weeks back I treated myself to some Victoria’s Secret fold over yoga pants and leopard print sports bras. They make me feel fantastic, you don’t even realize how the clothes you’re wearing can help you lift more weight or stretch a little longer in front of the mirror. Though I am against checking yourself out in the mirror for extended periods of time I do recommend making sure things aren’t hanging out…which actually brings me to a point. This little nugget brings me to address the men, not that any read this or even care what I’m about to say but here goes. I was driving back to work from my lunch hour and the men around my place of business think that running the streets of the ghetto is a good lunch time workout. Well normal I’m not opposed to this little ritual but this particular gentleman was quite different. He was sporting white tube socks pulled up as high as they would go on his ghostly white calves and running shorts. I’m talking serious runners running shorts here…the kind that aren’t really sewn together on the sides. He didn’t have terrible legs but then as I was passing him I noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt…this man had a very large pot belly. I’m not sure if he had chest hair or if the wincing had caused me to see something that made me throw up in my mouth a little bit?! I saw this guy again today and I can only be grateful for the oversized t-shirt he was sporting. I’m not exactly sure where I might have been going with this but it was too good not share and too disturbing to let linger in my brain any longer, glad I got that out!


I want to point out that I do NOT drink enough water. I’m staring at my untouched glass from this morning and wishing I just chug it all right now, unfortunately I’m not one of those people who can just drink. Unless I’m hot, I have to be eating to be even remotely interested in drinking. I guess this is only semi true because just today I’ve managed to drink a cup of coffee, a glass of apple juice and a glass of tea…that all has water in it, right?! RIGHT?! I know the benefits of water I just can’t force it down but I need to start trying harder.

For you out there keeping track I bought the cinnamon chips again; however in a week’s time I have yet to open them! As my mom would say, “YAY ME”!