The Spark I Needed?

Posted By on June 22, 2010

Remember this post?

Well not much came of it. I went on vacation and then I hurt my back and then well, come on, I’m President of the Lazy Club! Are we even really all that shocked?

But I am really tired of being fat. And I’m tired of feeling like this so I wanted to do something about it.

I thought about joining Weight Watchers. AGAIN. I’ve been on again and off again on WW since 2004. I pretty much know the program inside and out. What I have learned with this knowledge that it is a lot easier to fudge and make excuses and guesstimate. And do you know what that means? That means that I eat way more than I should, and I don’t actually count it so I figure I’m eating within my points and somehow I can’t lose weight! And I wonder WHY? And then I get depressed, give up and drown my sorrows in burritos and cheese.

So I knew I needed something different. But I also know that WW works. I lost like 60 pounds on it back in 2004. I KNOW it works if you do it right.

But then again, I’m also 6 years older than I was then. And my metabolism has slowed down significantly in my 30s. I can no longer eat my weight in pizza and burritos on the weekends and hope to have my pants fit come Monday.

I needed something that would give me that motivation that I had when I first started WW. The motivation that led me to drop so much weight. I would like to lose that weight again, since I have found it all again in the last 5 years.

I was talking to Nic and she mentioned SparkPeople. It was free, so I signed up. It’s basically calorie tracking. But it also tracks carbs, protein and fat and lets you know what you’re doing well and things you need to work on. It gives you a nice picture of what you eat each day. And you could search common foods, restaurant foods and get calories for your own recipes. And it is all free! (I know this sounds like they paid me to write this, but I swear, they didn’t!)

And this was the push I needed. It made me get back to that stage where I was tracking every single thing I ate and drank each day, no matter the calories, etc. And I am. I have only done it for 2 days, but so far, so good. I realize I eat too many carbs (WHO DOESN’T?) and that I really need to be better about making sure I’m eating enough protein to keep me full.

So we shall see how this goes. I am trying to do better, limit my drinking since we all know that is the whole reason I have put on weight. Because let’s be honest, booze = late night consumption of pizza and burritos. And I’m even planning to sign up at the gym tomorrow after work. I have my bag all set so I have NO EXCUSES.

Wish me luck! And hopefully in a few months there will be less of me to love! But I’ll still be completely full of snark.

I Want One.

Posted By on June 20, 2010

I’m tired. It is typical Sunday night tiredness. The tiredness that comes from my brain remembering that tomorrow we have to go to work. And we no longer get to sleep in.

But this is a different kind of tired. Because I went to my sister’s house this weekend to hang out with my new baby girl, Maddie!

She will be two weeks old on Tuesday, so she’s pretty much the same baby that I met the day she was born. She eats, sleeps, cries bloody murder when she has to have her diaper changed, and poops. Pretty typical for a newborn.

She is a little spoiled. She only likes to sleep while being held. I’m sure she misses the womb she was ripped out of. My sister will probably be a little irritated with this sleeping habit, but as the favorite Auntie, I LOVE EVERY MINUTE OF IT!

One little squeak out of her, and I was right there to pick her up!

My sister needed to run to the mall to get Father’s Day gifts, so I happily offered to watch her while my sister went out by herself. We ended up both napping on the couch while watching TV and it was the greatest way I can think of to spend a Saturday afternoon.

She is a lot more alert than she was the day she was born. She opens her eyes more. So now I have photos of her with her eyes open. All dressed up for Father’s Day!

She had a bit of a goopy eye. Probably just a blocked tear duct, which is common with new babies. My sister was worried and said “I think that is doctor, goopy.” And I have been calling her Dr. Goopy all weekend. She’s my little goopy goober. Goopy gumdrop! The Goop!

And Goopy even got me a present!

It has been so long since we’ve had a baby in the family. I’m so excited to spoil another little niece. I can’t wait to watch her grow up and see what an amazing little person she becomes.

And after spending this weekend with her, I really can’t wait to have one of my own someday. Someday soon.

:::

So how was your weekend? What? I can’t hear you over that CLOCK TICKING SOUND!

Maybe He’s Crying Out For Help?

Posted By on June 16, 2010

So tonight I put my anti-depressant pill out on the night stand to remind me to take it. (I also have an alarm that goes off on my phone everyday to remind me as well. I’ve been taking it for almost a year and yes, I still need a reminder every day.)

Anyway, I put it out and then realized there was no water in my glass. So I walked from my bedroom to the kitchen (not a far walk since I live in a shoebox) and filled up my glass. When I got back, I saw the pill on the carpet, bitten open and the inside powder spilling out.

In the few seconds it took me to get some water, he did this damage.

So I of course asked Twitter to make sure he would be OK. They all reminded me that some vets give Prozac to pets. And that he would probably be OK. And that he’d probably maybe be on his best behavior and maybe stop puking on my bed.

Hmmm, maybe I could use this to my advantage. Where’s Kitty Kitty?

Cue The Chelsea Dagger

Posted By on June 15, 2010

Did you know that the Blackhawks won the Stanley Cup last week? The CHICAGO Blackhawks?! And did you know I live in Chicago? So one of my hometown teams won the world championship, which gives them a big silver cup to tote around town? (That I plan to spend my summer chasing.)

So yes, last Wednesday night, for Game 6 of the Stanley Cup Playoffs, I went out to a bar with some friends (and my half-sister Alix and her friends) and we watched the game. Watching hockey with other people is always very exciting. Especially when your team wins and it means they WIN IT ALL! SHOTS ALL AROUND! SLAP SHOTS AND JAMESON SHOTS!

I was always not of drinking age when the Bulls won all their Championships. I would watch all the celebrations on TV, the people partying on Rush and Division, burning cars on Madison by Chicago Stadium, and I would wish I could be out there too! Maybe not out burning cars or getting arrested, but partying in the streets!

This time, though, I was in the middle of it. We went to a bar in Wrigleyville and we were partying out on the streets after the Hawks won, in a sea of red jerseys and shirts, while the news helicopters flew up above catching all the action. It. Was. AWESOME.

I got home late for a Wednesday night. And my sister Alix was home a lot later than I was, seeing as she is 21 and last I saw her that night, she was being hoisted up in the crowd by some new friends. But some of us are older and had to go to work the next day. But in case you were wondering, Alix and I are most definitely related. Here is the text I got from her. The next AFTERNOON:

As tired as I was the next day, it was worth it to be there the night they won and party with all those people on Clark and just see the city of Chicago get so excited about the Cup. It’s been a long time!

On Friday, I took the day off from work to head downtown to catch the Hawks parade and rally. I wrote about it over on Draft Day Suit, so you should go read it.

It really was one of the most insane things I’ve ever witnessed/been a part of in my life.

I am so glad I was part of it. And got to hear our song, many more times, the song we will never get sick of.

Just Dance

Posted By on June 14, 2010

Gah. I wrote a post yesterday night and I published it and no one commented. And then I begged for comments and they were all not what I thought people would comment about. And in talking with a friend, she didn’t read any humor or anything in the post and then, well, I died. At work. Because Aunt Flo is coming soon and my hormones are on a roller coaster and it was Monday and well, I just took it down. It wasn’t bad. But when someone makes a comment that my drunk antics remind them of their childhood, it guts me. Because I grew up with that. And I would never want to poke fun at that. Or put my nephew in that position. TRUST ME.

ANYWAY, if you saw it and wondered where it went, that’s where it went. No more blogging hopped up on Benedryl after a loooong weekend.

BUT! I went to my brother’s this weekend to see my niece Skyler in her dance recital. Last year she did ballet, this year it was tap. And she was awesome!

She was a bit of a snot most of the day. Because she knew it was her day and the whole world had to pay attention to her no matter what. She’s totally smart, that one. So we started with a lot of photos like this:

(HOW OLD DOES SHE LOOK??)

And then we tried (successfully) to make her laugh.

But she did SUCH a good job on stage! She was so much better than last year. She’s grown so much. They danced to “Do You Love Me?” and it was adorable to see them do the Mashed Potato and do The Twist.

I can’t believe how old my little girl is! And how she’s getting to that age where her Auntie isn’t the be all and end all of her life. She has friends! And things to do! And stuff to play with! She has no time for her crazy Auntie. I knew this day would come. I think I’m still going to eek out a few more years of her thinking I’m the bees knees. Whether she likes it or not.