Diets suck

Well, since I lost my workout partner (thanks to her asshat ex husband), I decided to bite the bullet and actually *gasp!* go on a diet.

I hate diets. I can't stay on them. I have the willpower of a starving person at a buffet.

Oh, I start the day out okay. Bran cereal. Fruit and yogurt. Low fat fruit smoothies.

Lunch gets a little dicey. If I stick with what I bring for lunch, I'm okay. Usually some form of chicken, some veges, some fruit or carrot sticks. Typical boring stuff. However, there are many times I hear the siren call of Taco Bell or Burger King, and I find myself in the drive-thru, ordering nachos or a whopper jr with cheese and extra pickles.

Along about 2:00 PM is when everything goes to hell in a handbasket. I start looking for goodies. My boss leaves a bowl of mini chocolate candies on her desk. If anyone has had morning meetings, they'll leave the leftover donuts or bagles in the kitchen. Or, if I'm really in a bad way, there's always the vending machine from Hell downstairs. It's filled with all varieties of chips, cookies, and candy a muncher like myself needs to add extra poundage to the hip area.

By the time I get home, all bets are off. Kidlet made cookies? At least two will be downed before dinner. Bad day at work? Who needs broiled chicken and veges? I say lets cook up some bratwurst and macaroni and cheese to make those workday blues go away. And we cannot forget the drink or two (or four) if I'm feeling particularly pissy about certain coworkers. And what dinner would be complete without some kind of dessert after? Not my dinner, that's for sure! Let's dish up the pistachio ice cream - at least two scoops to make a proper dessert!

Now, I'm staring Summer in the face, dreading asking friends over for swim parties, because it means I have to show up in a swim suit. So, I'm attempting to do the Weight Watchers points thing. I'm not actually going to Weight Watchers. That entails spending actual time out of my day, and paying money to people to tell me how fat I am. Sorry - not going to happen. A wonderful coworker has all the information from when she was on the diet (and she followed it and looks FABULOUS!), and she has given it to me.

I know I am supposed to stay under 24 points. I know that when I want that Whopper Jr with cheese and extra pickles . . . 11 points. Nachos? 10 points per serving (I didn't ask how many servings are in an order - I didn't want to know). But, I can still eat them. I just have to not eat much else the rest of the day.

If I seem extra grumpy for the next few weeks, you'll know why. However, after that, I should start looking even more fabulous than I do now.

So hopefully this . . . .

will look a little more like this . . .

Back to "Normal"

Well, Hubby started his new job today.

*sigh*

I have to admit, I really enjoyed him being home the past few months. He's been volunteering with Munchkin's school. Whenever anything needed to get done with the girls, he was there for them. The weekends have been much nicer - he got things done during the week, and we'd actually get to spend time together as a family. He'd stop by my office during the week, and we'd be able to have lunch together.

Wah.

All I need to do now is get a substantial raise, so I can tell him he can quit his new job and stay home and be a house husband.

Either that, or win the Lottery.

:-D

Have a good Monday, everyone!

Karma's a Bitch

Hello, Beautiful People!

Hope everyone had a good Mother's Day weekend.

My birthday/Mother's Day was beautiful. The weather was gorgeous. My coworkers decorated my desk in a FESTIVE birthday salute (ie - no black 'Over the Hill' garbage), bought me yummy coffee and scones from my favorite coffee house, and topped it all off with ice cream cake from Baskin Robbins, and home-made carrot cake cupcakes. Yes, I LOVE these people.

My family was even more wonderful. Kidlet made a coconut cake for me, and hubby bought pineapple sherbet to go with it (I like sherbets even more than I like ice cream). Munchkin made the cutest picture for me to hang in our bedroom. I didn't have to lift a finger from Thursday through Sunday. On Mother's Day, Kidlet made me breakfast in bed, Munchkin gave me a plant and a homemade card, and Hubby and the girls bought me the most wonderfully scented candle. Hubby took care of everything I could possibly want all weekend. I am truly the luckiest girl on Earth.

The latter half of Sunday, our new neighbor lady from across the street came over to escape from her brood. We ended up going swimming and having a good time just relaxing. She left our house around 6:30, saying she'd better go home and make sure everyone was okay.

When I came home from work yesterday, she called me over to her place. Thinking she was going to give me some of the vegetables from her garden, I hopped on over. She was in the back yard crying. It seems her husband decided to tell her on Mother's Day that he wanted a divorce.

Say it with me, ladies: ASS HOLE

He broke this to her after she left our house Sunday evening. He couldn't wait for another day, because he's just that kind of guy.

So, now, she's packing up and taking herself and her girls back to Washington. This sucks. I finally get a neighbor who I really like, and can spend time with, and has a child Munchkin's age to play with, and her husband messes it up for me. I spent two hours consoling my youngest, as she's losing her close friend. They exchanged little gifts last night, and it broke my heart.

Now, I understand that not all marriages work out, and it's better to end a bad relationship than keep going for the kids' sake, or whatever. But seriously, dude, timing is everything. Mother's Day? Plus, their anniversary is Saturday. And - he could have waited four weeks so her oldest could finish up the school year. Thanks to him, she's going to have to repeat the 4th grade.

As the old saying goes - Karma is a bitch. And, unfortunately for him, she lives right across the street.

Woo Hoo! My 200th Post!

Yay!

Go me!

Okay - now wtf should I write?

Oh! I should mention that this will be my VERY LAST post as a 'thirty-something'.

That's right - tomorrow is the big day. I cannot believe I made it. Actually, I take that back. I can believe I made it. I just can't believe I still look this good.

Ha!

In other news - I have sworn off alcohol for awhile. Hubby, the kids, and I had dinner with the new neighbors on Saturday. They made spaghetti, and I made meatballs, salad and garlic toast. And we had alcohol.

Lots and lots of alcohol.

Or, maybe I should rephrase that.

I had lots and lots of alcohol. Between the 4 of us, we polished off a bottle of vodka and a bottle of wine. To the best of my knowledge, I had 6 or 7 vodka/whatever juice we were mixing at the times. I may have had more. I'm not really sure. I was the one mixing the drinks, and I make STRONG drinks.

I was still inebriated then next morning.

Now, I'm supremely lucky in that I don't get hangovers. Believe me - I thank TPTB for that. Because if they're anything like how I felt Sunday morning, it sucks to be an average human.

So, I shall be ringing in my 40th with cake and ice cream and lots of yummy food. I'll save any harder partying for some distant day in the future, thankyouverymuch.

See ya!