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I sort of forgot about the blog this week. This is what I've done:
Exciting, right?
This is what I weighed for about an hour yesterday...even AFTER a night of eating a ton of shit at the Spree party.
Alas, I then went across the street and drank a bottle or two of wine.
Here's Will at my favourite Wawa in Philadelphia. This is where I get my coffee in the morning, and occasinally a sad salad for dinner.
When Will and I went, we got water, iced coffee and Nutter Butters.
I am wearing a new top to the Buffalo Spree's Best of WNY 2009 party tonight.
I can't quite button it all the way across my enormous boobs but I can get it on.
So, Peter is on vacation this week, and Will is too. Guess who is NOT on vacation. Me.
To add to the fact that I am jealous that everyone is on vacay this week but me, Peter and Will drove to Philly with me for the week, just to 'hang out'.
Going into the office while these two clowns sit around, go to the museum, go to the zoo, eat leisurely meals, walk around town, eat water ice and watch TV is making me just a little bitter.
On the upside, we have eaten some very nice dinners. No WaWa salads for me this week.
If my scale could talk, it would cry. Boohoohoo.
I'm at 189.
The worst part about consulting for a living (besides the being away from home and the way that USAir occasionally screws you) is saying goodbye to people.
Remember my first day at LMNOP company? I was sad. But not as sad as today, when I say goodbye to Big Lar:
Big Lar is moving on, from LMNOP company onto a new gig at a large company in Northern California. He lives in Michigan, so that will be a bitch of a commute.
Larry - when you are a widget millionaire, don't forget about me!
I am not posting the Friday Kid Photo today, as I am not home to take said photo. I've stayed behind in Philadelphia, and I'm leaving work at 12 noon today to go to the Jersey Shore for another friend's 40th birthday weekend celebration.
It will be a weekend of sand, sun, and debauchery in Atlantic City.
On Sunday I am flying home for about 18 hours to make sure Will and Peter have clean clothes and some food stocked in the fridge. Then on Monday I'm coming back for another fun-filled week at work.
I really, really need a week off.
It's shit like this that makes me realize I can never, ever move back to Boston.
It's been 365 days since my gastric bypass surgery. I celebrated by going for a walk, buying a lipgloss at Sephora and eating a salad from WaWa.
I am lucky to have so many nice friends.
Alisha, Deborah, Mindy, Me, Michelle, Lisa. Even more Class of '87, bitches!
That's my mom and me.
The girl in the middle there? She mocked me for several minutes for my glow-in-the-dark white legs. But at least she SHOWED UP.
I wish I had more pictures....Peter's camera's batteries died about three minutes into the party. Boo hoo.
Yes, I am now 40.
On Friday, I went to the spa for a 4-hour session, including a massage, facial and pedicure. I was supposed to also have a manicure, but after four hours I was feeling like I needed to get out of there since I had so much to do.
On Friday night I ran a bunch of errands and skipped dinner. Happy effing birthday to me. Boo hoo.
Saturday, I had some allergic reaction to the shit floating through the air in Western New York, and the onion rings I ate for lunch did not add to a feeling of general well-being. But! I persevered and made a bunch of appetizer snacky stuff and got ready for the party.
Did you know that Peter threw me a big party? He did, and it was awesome. We had food and drinks and pie from Pizza Oven and a big-ass cheese platter made with cheese I smuggled home on the plane.
Thanks for coming.
I've been freaking out a little about how I did not meet my goal of losing 90 pounds this year (my gastric-bypass surgery anniversary is next Tuesday) and I am going to give myself a gift by NOT weighing in this weekend.
Here's the deal:
I had the surgery.
I lost a bunch of weight.
I doubt I will ever be skinny, new teensy-weensy stomach or not.
I'd like to lose another 20 pounds, even 30. Maybe 35. I'm going to keep posting my weight weekly, just to keep myself on track and honesty be able to assess when I need to cut back on the cheese (I do love cheese) and wine (and I do love wine) but I am not going to be all psycho about it anymore.
Okay, I have a party to get to. Cheese and wine for everyone!
This week I worked a lot, ate a cheesesteak from WaWa, watched some really bad reality TV (did you know that Spencer Pratt is a giant douchebag?), drank too much on Tuesday night, smoked a clove cigarette, danced drunk in a bar to Bel Biv Devoe's huge 1990 smash hit "Poison", and purchased a ton of snickety snacks for consumption at my birthday celebration.
I bought some awesome cheese, including Trader Joe's English Farmhouse Cheddar with carmelized onions, Cowgirl Creamery Mt. Tam (pricey!) and a Triple-Creme Blue Castello. All will go well with wine! Or beer! Or Ghetto Sangria.
I also bought some delicious nibbles, including dark chocolate-covered crystallized ginger slices.
And, the piece de resistance:
If I see you on Saturday, I may share some with you. Who wouldn't want an big fat slice of applewood-smoked bacon encased in milk chocolate?
I love Premier's Double Up for A Buck week.
It's still like $300 worth of booze.
That giant bottle in the front left of the cart is Asti Spumante. So trashy!
Come about 11pm next Saturday I'll be drinking that Asti shit right from the bottle.
I loathe BJ's. Why do they make me show my receipt as I walk out the door? Is it to make sure I'm not shoplifting anything?
I bought two more Tweeds items at TJ Maxx today. Living in the '90's, baby!
Peter is going away this weekend to visit his girlfriend family. Me and Will, all alone, all weekend? Could be fun, could be not so fun. We'll see.
Working from home = snacking all the live long day. Also, doing laundry and taking naps. And making bottlecap trays. Working from home is awesome!
I think that's about it.
My kid is a strange one. He won't eat pizza, he now rejects french fries, and will consume pasta only with butter. No sauce, no parmesan cheese, no sprinkly green Italian seasoning.
He will eat baby carrots and green beans, and corn if threatened.
He will eat plain chicken breast (like from a grocery rotterisserie chicken) but only if I melt butter on it and serve it with ketchup for dipping. He will eat mac & cheese but prefers the pricey stuff that comes in fucked-up shapes like Pokemon and Spiderman.
He will eat fresh mozzarella balls if served on fancy toothpicks. He will eat scrambled egg if forced-fed. Yesterday, he (without much protest, surprisingly) tried a piece a bacon and gagged on it before he could spit it out.
He would happily eat nothing but chicken nuggets for the rest of his young life if allowed. Preferably from Burger King, where he can get a lame Kidz Bop CD along with his meal. Peter and Will sneak the toys and shit from the kid's meals into the house so I won't know how often they eat there while I'm away. Kind of like how I have my eBay stuff shipped to my mom and dad's in Williamsville.
Yesterday, he consumed 3/4 of a mini-cheeseburger. Nine grams of protein in one of these babies. Progress.
I lost two pounds this week. I AM AWESOME.
As you can see, I have only two weeks to lose 22.5 more pounds to reach my goal of 90 total. Not gonna happen. Still, I AM AWESOME.
Today was the LONGEST DAY ever. Will had no school (Lockport school system, you are - once again- on my shit list) and he was reluctant to turn away from the Wii for even a few moments. After awhile, I forced the kid to join me outside to enjoy the gorgeous weather.
We ended up going to Mickey D's for lunch (note to self: you cannot finish an entire Big Mac. You may try, but you cannot) and to Niagara Produce to buy some seeds. Coming in the fall: Will's Pumpkin Patch.
(God, please let those pumpkin seeds produce at least one pumpkin. Thank you.)
We also played the longest game of Bingo ever, in the backyard.
He sure is cute here, but cut to several hours later when he got mad that he lost at Wii Boxing, threw the nunchuck on the floor and nearly stomped on it before I whisked his skinny ass upstairs and into bed. Cue giant sobs.
There will be no Wii playing tomorrow, at all. I am a mean mom!
I lost two pounds this week. Hooyah.
I'm less than 25 pounds from my goal weight. Yay me!
I broke down and bought a Wii last night.
Will enjoys kicking ass in boxing. He's pretty good at bowling and baseball too.
I actually bought the Wii Fit a month or so ago, and I'll probably hook it up sometime this weekend. Coming soon - Jen14421: Wii Yoga Expert.
I had to take a step back and read all your comments and give myself a small break. And now I feel better.
I walked home from work yesterday, a nice long walk on a gorgeous day and took a different route than I usually do. This was my view:
What a view! Logan Circle is where they used to do public executions back in the day. Gruesome! Now there's a pretty fountain and flowers and fauna.
And I had a nice lavender soda. 70 calories, not too sweet, and sort of delicious in a strange way.
And the best grafitti EVER exists in Philadelphia. This one made me laugh and laugh, even as I was peeing.
Okay, so how do the normal ladies out there with full-time jobs and active kids and households to run do it? Even given my obnoxious commute from BUF to PHL, I'd say that since I only work 4 days a week and have just the one kid, I probably have it easier than some moms out there who are shuttling kids to and from school and sports and parties at Chuck E. Cheese, shopping and making dinner and holding down a job and all that jazz.
And I am totally overwhelmed.
I think this is why I've been feeling a little out of it over the last few weeks. Sure, girly weekend was awesome and all but since then, the world has been grey grey grey. I've been slipping back into my bad eating habits (easy to soothe yourself with food when you're feeling shitty, even 11 months post-gastric bypass) and indulging in a little - ahem - too much of the red wine. I found myself snapping at Will over the weekend for no reason at all - he is really the sweetest little punkass kid in the world and I don't deserve him. Or Peter either. Both Will and Peter have made sacrifices in order to support me in this dumb job, and I'm a bitch.
Geez. Biggest Loser moment much?
Well, today I feel a little better, less of a jerkface, and I put together a photo montage to cheer myself up and cut myself a little break from feeling like a fat fatty in my size 14s. And to postpone the trip to the vending machine where some vending machine company asshole put in Salt & Vinegar potato chips.
Friday night: Eating dinner at the next-door neighbor's house, enjoying a drink, chit-chatting and then WHAM. Back pain from hell. I mean, literally one moment I was chomping on a corn cob and the next I felt like falling to the floor and crying. I limped back home and climbed into bed after taking two Loritabs.
Sprained back? Kidney stones? Who knows.
On Saturday I woke up, still hurting but not as bad. Went to Will's first Little League game and then to CrApplebee's for lunch (Will's pick) and then back to bed for oh, pretty much the rest of the day.
Today I am tired, crabby, and bewildered. The back pain is pretty much gone. I did not see a stone in the toilet, so I'm not sure what that was all about. I'm pissed too - I was never this ill and useless before my gastric bypass last June.
I did make it through three whole innings/90 long-ass minutes of Lockport Little League on a chilly May morning with no minimal complaints, though!
Down a pound, but still up a pound a half. Does that make sense?
Geez, what a week. Three days in Philly, and I'm whipped. Stupid girl, I had four glasses of Pinot Noir and a 100-calorie Snack Pack of Cheez Nips for dinner on Wednesday, which did not help things. And probably will not help things tomorrow at the Weekend Weigh-In. And may have helped end my career at LMNOP company.
I jest, but hopefully not.
Anyhoo, home now. Spent the day feeling mild discontent, listening to Jeff Buckley's 'Hellelujah', which sort of matches my melancholy mood, and pulling weeds in the garden. Motherfucking dandelions, I will SHOW YOU.
And now it's almost 7pm, time for some red wine, cheese and little wasabi peas. And the FKP:
Will has his first Little League game tomorrow. OMG. Remember when he could barely lift his little fist to his mouth?
