How 131 Became The New 122

I’ve never really struggled with my weight. Stop hating, please. You know, hate makes you store fat. Really. That’s not to say I haven’t had my fat periods and my lean periods, but all in all I don’t really struggle. I consider 115# to be my ideal weight - and no, I haven’t seen it since I got horribly ill a decade ago.  (Oh, but how glorious it was!) 118# is what I refer to as my fighting weight – it’s were I feel I get optimal performance from my body. 122# is my natural weight. It’s just where my body wants to be. And it’s an OK weight for me. Not MILF weight, but an OK weight.

While I say I’ve never struggled with my weight, I do work to maintain it. I eat pretty well – lots of fresh foods cooked at home and absolutely no fast food. I'm a gym rat – nothing like a good sweat to start the day. And I’m not a huge fan of sitting still.  Oh, and I have that nervous leg thing.  You know, bounce-bounce-bounce with the knee.  Drives The Man crazy - and not it a good way.  I keep telling him he should pick up the habit.  It burns a lot of calories.

So with all these things I do to manage my weight, tell me how? HOW did 131# become the new 122#?! Here’s how:

4 oz. Chardonnay = 90 calories
3 oz. 1% Milk = 40 calories
3 Oreo Cookies = 160 calories

Every day. Yep. Every day. And yep, there were supposed to be three Oreos in that picture up there. Guess what happened to the missing cookie. Yep. Ate it before I could get the picture snapped.

So. Can you guess what my goal is for this week’s Shape Up with Aly? Yep. I’m gonna skip the Chardonnay.

OK, I’m going to try to skip the milk & cookies too.

As for last week’s goals…I did OK. I definitely did better on my water consumption, although there’s still room for improvement. I managed to up my sleep average from 5 hours a night to around 6 ½. I’m shooting for 7 hours a night this week. I failed miserably on remembering to take my vitamins. Anybody know where I can get some Oreo-flavored chewable vitamins?

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The Happiness Project :: Mr. Fix It, Little Bunny & The Lucky Girl

A million years ago...when I had a "real" job - a real horrible job - The Man bought me this little tchotchke to hang off the side of the potted plant in my office.  Geeze Louise how I hated that job, but my office was so dang cute.  Well, now my 'office' is the kitchen, the laundry room, the playroom, etc.  So Little Bunny's been hanging off the lampshade in The Man's home office.  

A week or so ago, the kiddos & I were out at the kitchen table doing whatever it is that we do when we're home trying to stay quiet so Daddy can get his work done doing eduational crafts, when we heard a small crash followed by a loud NOOOO!!  I asked what happened and was promptly told I didn't want to know.  Which really made me want to know.  Turns out, Little Bunny had lost his grip on the lampshade and had shattered into tiny pieces on the floor.  Buddy Boy assured me that Daddy could fix it with glue.  (The Man can work serious miracles with a brush bottle of krazy glue.)  But I told him Little Bunny was beyond repair and was going in the trash.  At which point, he got all choked up and told me he'd go to Target with me to get another one.  When I told him that Little Bunny didn't come from Target and that I was sure we would never find another one...let's just say things got very sad at our house.

Later that evening, I walked out into the kitchen and found my Mr. Fix It working miracles with his glue.  The fact that The Man cares about these silly little sentimental things...well, it makes me more than happy, it makes me feel like a pretty lucky girl.

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You're Lunchin'...and munchin'...on popcorn? (15 minuts of my life I'll never get back)

So, I didn't have anything better to do with my time yesterday while The Man was geeking out to golf on the TV. Actually, I could have been doing dishes, folding laundry, packing the kid's summer camp snacks but all those things seemed so boring. So I decided to number kernels of popcorn. Huh? Yep. I was totally lunchin'. But I had to choose my giveaway winner somehow.

So meet my latest Random Number Generator! 100+ kernels of popcorn, evenly arranged on a glass tray.

30 seconds in the microwave and POP! We have a winner! Congratulations Elizabeth W! You get to head on over to Apeyleedesigns and pick your lunchbox. Hopefully your mailman wont steal yours. Thanks to everybody who entered. I've never had so many entries before. It was lots of fun. Numbering the popcorn...not so much fun. At least I had something yummy to snack on when all was said and done.

Well Isn't That Nice :: The Stinky Falafel Moms (or The Book Store Bullies)

To tell the truth, I wasn’t going to do one of these posts today. I’ve been feeling a little… I dunno, nice lately. And nobody’s playing along with me anyway, and let’s face it, playing with yourself playing by yourself is overrated.

But then I went to Barnes & Noble yesterday afternoon.

As soon as we got there, my kids pulled down a bunch of books and raced over to an open bench in the reading area. My kids like to fight over me – especially in the afternoon. I don’t understand this because I’m pretty cranky – especially in the afternoon. Yesterday was no exception. Ladybug wanted me to read her some inane Barbie book, then Buddy Boy insisted I read Alvin & the Chipmunks Sqeakquelle (and I’m not even going to bother spellchecking that word). Why, oh WHY have I spent so much money on quality children’s literature when THIS is what they want?! Ugh!

Anyway, so there I sit with a stack of mind-numbing drivel when up walk a couple of moms & a bunch of boys. The moms immediately park themselves on the floor right next to our bench. Seriously, one of the moms was even leaning on our bench. And when Buddy Boy got up to get another book, she actually took his spot on our bench! You know the benches I’m talking about, right? The kiddo benches that are just barely big enough for one adult bottom and one child bottom? So that was a little obnoxious. There were other benches available, but I guess they wanted ours. Well, the boys were running and screaming pulling all the paperback books out of the kiosk adjacent to our bench. Then, up walk a few more kids – pre-teen girls all excited about something. So, two moms, seven out of control kids - all shoved into the six foot space between our bench and the wall. Comfy cozy. I was reading at the top of my lungs and my kiddos still couldn’t hear me. It was bad. And I was getting…well, even crankier usual. And then the moms proceeded to pull out snacks. SNACKS! In the bookstore! And not just any snacks. Oh no. A big bag of stinky, fried, greasy falafel!!

So we moved. And they commandeered our space. And Mick Jaeger was wrong when he said “you can’t always get what you want”. Apparently he never got bullied by a mom with a bag of stinky falafel.

Well…you win, Stinky Falafel Moms. This one’s for you:

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I'm No MILF (But I Wanna Be)

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The Happiness Project :: Pruney Feet

Pruney feet & fingers....

Freckles....

Green hair....

A small price to pay for too much fun in the pool-side sun.

Oh yeah!  And giveaways make me happy too - so go here to enter mine!!

What's making you happy today? 

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Well Isn't That Nice :: Fight Like A Girl

So it’s Friday, and that usually finds me handing out flowers to some well-deserving passive-aggressive schmuck. (Don’t know what I’m talking about? Go here.) My head’s circling the drain on something a little different today. Something not nice, no matter how you sugar coat it. Something that just makes you want to scream…brace yourself…I’m gonna do it…I’m gonna use the F word…right…now...FUCK!!

Not long ago, a friend of mine – not a close friend actually, she’s the Mom of a friend of Buddy Boy’s, and I like her very much – well, she found out she has breast cancer. And not the “good” stage 1 kind. She’d had a clean mammogram just a few months earlier. This sucks! But she’s strong…so amazingly strong. She made a few jokes, shaved her head, bought some wigs, and donned a “Fight Like A Girl” t-shirt. And she’s doing it…she’s fighting like a girl. Not like a snippity, passive-aggressive suburban housewife, but like a girl. A scratching, clawing, grab-you-by-the-ponytail-and-drag-your-waxed-legs-through-the-parking-lot GIRL.

So today, instead of taking the Southern Lady’s approach to some petty act of unkindness, I’m going to celebrate my friend.  Of course, that doesn’t mean you don’t get to pass out any flowers. There are still plenty of people out there who deserve them, so tell me about it and link up!

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This weekly post is usually brought to you by passive-aggressive people everywhere.  Today it's brought to you by breast cancer. Is there someone or something you’d like to send a flower to today? Or maybe you'd just like to flip someone off in a genteel kinda way. By all means DO SO. And then swipe my button up there and include it in your post. Then come back here and link up, of course.