Oh How I Love My Hemi

So yesterday I was kind of grumpy.  It had been a busy day, which was fine, and I got out a little later than I meant to.  I had an errand to do on my way home so I was a little irked about being behind my own personal schedule.  Then, as I'm driving through town to my one stop, I seem destined to stop at every stop light.  

Every.

Stop light.

And, on top of it I was stuck behind a bus.  And everyone behind me was zooming around to get past the bus so there was no way I felt I could safely switch lanes.  I guess the one thing I can be thankful for is that my ass and/or genitals were not on fire like all the people whizzing past me.  

Despite the stop lights, and the bus, I make it to my destination.  I was in a bit of a mood, but my errand didn't go as slowly as it could have; they had everything I needed and I didn't have to wait in line as long as I am accustom to.  I found myself back in my car in no time.

I pull out on the main road and find myself stuck behind yet another incompetent driver.  I can tell almost as soon as I pull out that I'm going to be mad.  She was driving 10 under the speed limit. 

UGH!

People are already starting to zip past me.  I was done.  I saw a chance to move just as the car behind me did and I cut them off before they could get by me.  My revenge does not stop here.  Not only did I block that car from passing me.  I stopped that car from passing the slow car I was trying to get away from.  And it gets better.  Not only did I stop that one car, I stopped all the cars behind it.  I made sure I did not pass the slow woman, I was either along side her or just slightly ahead.  But this time, she's going almost half the speed limit.  

People other than me were pissed.  I was actually starting to feel pretty okay.

Then in my final act of giving all those people behind me a good "f--k you," at the the place in the road where it merges from two lanes down to one I waited until the last (douchey-est) moment possible, to use that beautiful Hemi engine my amazing husband made sure I had, to zipped around the slow lady in just a way that no one else could get around her.  I drove the rest of the way home (really only 2-3 minutes) the speed limit and with a huge evil grin on my face.

~Emily

Updates to Goals Post

I thought I should post and update to my previous post, Goals.  It's been a few weeks and David and I have been hard at work making changes.  We have been walking every day (except for currently because we are sick and I don't want to leave a snot trail around the neighborhood) and eating better.  It's when I look back that I can see that some good things are happening.

We are both dropping some weight.  I can see things fitting David more loosely (whether he believes me or not).  I know I'm fitting into some stuff that I couldn't wear back when I made the Goals post.  I'm sleeping a little better (when I'm not sick that is).  And now that I have changed my walking shoes I think my back is going to start feeling better as well.  The best thing is having a little more energy (again, when I'm not sick).  I feel more inclined to do things like go to the store with David after work, and make salad fixings for the next day the night before.  I'm not as content being lazy on the couch staring at the TV.  This is a big deal!  Granted it's not getting my cross stitching done, but I feel like I'm getting more things done that I need to be getting done and it makes me feel more accomplished.  

Right now my main goal is to get rid of this cold.  I like the positive changes that have been taking place so I want to get back to work.  Eating right isn't enough for me, I need to be walking.  It's taken me a long time, but I finally understand that.  There has to be that balance between eating enough, but not too much, and being active enough to burn the calories.  There has to be that balance.  I'm down with the diet changes we have made.  Sure, there are things I miss.  But it's just food.  And just because I'm staying away from it now, doesn't mean I can't have some (moderation) down the road.  Right now I'm so motivated to meet my goals that I really do think about things more, like yeah I might really want that frappachino, but I'd really like to get some of the fat clothes out of my closet more.  

So, despite being sick and still having a lot to figure out, I think David and I are doing great!  I'm really proud of all the changes he has made, and how he is taking his own health into his hands.  He is setting an excellent example for me and makes it easier for me to do the same, which I hope in turn helps him keep up his good work.  I should have taken some before pictures, so I could post random progress.  I'll just have to settle for us being more willing to be in pictures and I'll share those. :)

~Emily

Progress!

We took last Thursday and Friday off to make a long weekend, and we spent said long weekend doing something insane.  We purged.

Now don't let your mind go to some dark place where you see us vomiting, or going to a really dark place and doing some sort of cleanse you don't talk about in polite company.  We rented a trash bin and we cleared out the last 10 years-worth of stuff we had been holding on to but were not using.

I'm not going to deny it, I have pack-rat tendencies (I even named the trash bin, Bluey).  I come by it naturally; I think my father's side of the family tend to hold on to things.  So between just holding on to things, and then just having the things you just never got around to tossing (broken chairs, you get the idea) we had some stuff to get rid of.  We've been talking about doing this for awhile so when we finally committed to doing it we came up with our game plan for what absolutely needed to go in that bin first and worked from there.  I'm proud to say thanks to David's hoisting and our ability to work together we got all the stuff out of the house we wanted to get rid of.  There are, or course, still things to toss but now it's more of an as we are reorganizing rooms we toss things.  Very manageable, and very therapeutic to de-clutter.

I think it's really part of the new leaf we are turning over.  You saw my list of goals, where I am listing little things to keep me motivated to get healthy and take better care of myself.  It seems the desire to get healthy and make changes includes the house.  It make sense.  If I'm trying to make smarter, healthier choices for myself I would want to surround myself with smarter, healthier things to make my (our) goals easier.  

It feels good.  It feels right.  I'm tired of feeling squishy and frumpy.  This weekend and our success in operation de-clutter encourage me to continue doing what I need to do.  Now, I'm looking forward to going through each room and making it more like the people we are now rather than the people we were 10 years ago.  

Tuber

There are precious moments in my day where I fall in love with my husband all over again--not to say that I'm not crazy about him all day every day--but every day there is a moment where something happens, or is said or even done where I just can't believe this amazing guy wants to put up with me (all of me).  Here is one of those moments:

We were listening to the radio while driving home from food shopping when a Viagra commercial started playing. The topic was "Are you sick and tired of paying to much for your Viagra?".

Me: I am sick of paying too much for my Viagra.

David: Looks over at me and then back (he was driving). Then he says out of the blue "Lady boner".

Me:  Boner is a funny word.

David:  It is.  Boner.  Boner.  Boner boner boner. Boner.

Me:  It just sounds strange.

David:  And it's wrong, there's no bone down there.  It's misleading.

Me:  Yeah, they should have called it something else.

David:  It's more of a meat tube; a tube of meat; no bone. Frank and beans is far more accurate. Why don't they call it a frankie?

Me:  (there was some giggling about meat tube and frankie)  They should have called it a tuber!

David:  (there was more giggling about tuber) Yes!

And then David started saying tuber like Arnold Schwarzenegger.

David: Tooobah. Tooobah. I went to doctor for Viagra and now I have a permanent toobaah.

I think we took yet another normal innocent word and made it dirty (funny).  No one makes me laugh like David does.  I'm a lucky lady!

~Emily (and David (accuracy is key when talking about toobahs!))

Goals

Life has this way of throwing curve balls at you.  One of my survival instincts is to take those situations and find the positives.  I don't do well with bad news, I tend to shut down.  I don't like shutting down, so I have adapted.  Anyway, it is time to make some life changes and to help me stay focused and on track I'm making a list of long term and short term goals/things to look forward to.  Ultimately the main goal is getting healthy and staying healthy, and being the support for my husband to do the same.  We are responsible for our own heath, but if we are both striving towards the same goal our chances of success are much better.  Now for the icing on the cake:

Short/medium term: (changes I'll start seeing after a month and onward)

• bye bye shortness of breath
• dropping down sizes and being able to purge some clothes to make room for shoes
• more energy
• sleeping better (hopefully snoring less)
• feeling better about myself, dressing better, maybe actually feeling more girly
• more tattoos (always)

Long term: (things to aim/look forward to)

• walking into a store like Nordstroms and being able to buy a suit (with alterations of course, I'm short and will always be curvy)
• being able to buy clothes off the rack in a store that is not Lane Bryant
• possibly being able to fit into some naughty boots
• back and knee pain less of an issue because they hurt less because I'm not a lazy lump
• fitting more comfortably into airplane seats (seeing more of the world with David would be awesome)
• fitting more comfortably into venue seats (concerts, and more importantly a Canucks game!)
• more locations for tattoos (less self-conscience about body)
• Steampunk outfit (need I say more?)

Well, that's a start.  I'm sure I'll think of more.  

Voice, Balance and Discretion

At night as I'm falling asleep I draft these amazing blog posts in my head.  I just know they are witty, clever, and insightful.  Unfortunately I fall asleep and remember nothing except maybe a vague hint of what I wanted to write about.

Fat lot of good that does me.  

This happened to me last night.  This morning the only thing I remembered was "kids."  There are so many directions that could take, but I have no clue where my mind was in regards to "kids" last night.  It could have been anything from thoughts about friends who have kids who seem utterly miserable, or happy reflections on times with my sisters kids, or even melancholy thoughts about not having any of our own.  My mind drifts so easily as I'm drifting off.  I guess I will never know.

I like to think whatever it was, it was something insightful, entertaining and witty.  I'm afraid if there were a way to record the draft post I was composing that I would look back on it in the morning and wonder what kind of drugs I was on.  Again, I guess I will never know.

All I do know is it leaves me with an itch to blog but nothing to blog about.  I do things.  I have things happen.  For some reason I have a really hard time being able to determine what I can post about, and what things are better left unsaid.  (Must protect the guilty)  So, rather than taking a small leap and posting I second guess myself and keep quiet.  How does one find a voice, or the balance to write about things experienced without pissing off the people around them?  Or getting fired.  

Maybe I'm not as clever as I think I am.  I can't come up with super awesome nicknames for people and write about things in ways that it makes them vague?  So far, no I can't.  I'l keep looking for the secret.  Until then, dear reader, you get what you get.  I'm sharing what I feel comfortable sharing-I respect David and his privacy.  Puppy, however, is a different story.  

Until next time, good night.

~Emily

Title Here

I'm sitting here feeling a little bit pouty.  I really shouldn't because in life there are just some things that have to be done and nothing that can be done about it except to let it happen.

Short story version:  David is out of town for 2 sleeps.

I should really count myself as lucky.  It's only 2 sleeps, instead of 5.  I got to spend a lovely morning with him dining on bacon and snuggling on the couch (not at the same time).  And most importantly, I know my sweet husband wants to be home with me rather than away.  He doesn't see a business trip as a vacation from me, and I can't even begin to put into words how much that means to me.  Vacations are something we do together, and we have one in the works-you know, something lovely to look forward to. :)

So in short, I'm gonna quit being a baby and I'm gonna suck it up.  In 2 sleeps my sweetie is coming home to me and all will be right in my world again.