Today has been good and bad. I'm not good with stress (if you've ever read this blog, you know this all too well), so that was the bad. But the good, is that once again, I'm choosing to think about the good. Something in particular really threw me for a loop today, and all I wanted to do was bury my face in a chocolate cake. Yes, for real. It would be like bobbing for apples, only I'd be eating that cake out (uh, that came out wrong....at least I didn't say pie). But believe it or not, I kept myself preoccupied for a while until the feeling passed. Now, I'm not saying if there wasn't a huge 'ol slice of Costco double choc cake in front of me right now, I wouldn't be tempted to eat it. I'm just saying that I won the battle for today. I feel good about this. The only way I"m going to win this war on weight, is by winning each battle at a time. Today was a really good eating day. My mind still tries to mind fuck me at every other turn, but I feel great about how the day turned out. Hell, yesterday one of my fave ppl invited me to that kick ass Chinese buffet for lunch, but I said no. I'll keep plugging away at it.
So, I've made a couple of silly observations about myself lately. I have about 50 wash cloths, no joke. It's funny, but we've gotten them as part of X-Mas gifts so many times I can't even count. Most of them are just regular 'ol washcloths. They're fairly thin and not the softest things on the planet. Now, I do have a handful of totally awesome washcloths. I rarely use them. It's like I'm saving them for a rainy day or something. Really, WTF? I don't allow myself to use the "good" washcloths. Well, I decided fuck that. For the most part, the good wash cloths are now where it's at. And what's more, I may even buy myself so more, so I never have to think about it. Why do we deny ourselves such simple luxuries? I recently got a really nice new pair of Gucci sunglasses (I have a connection, so they were cost, but still quite pricey). I never wear them. Once again, I decided fuck that. It will suck if they get scratched or something, but geez I may enjoy those bad boys. One other thing, I used to always turn on VH1 in the morning when I got ready for work. I have no idea why I stopped. I hadn't seen videos in forever. Well, last week I took up the habit again. I swear, it's those totally little things that make the difference in a day. Now, I don't know if you're as much of a tight ass as I am about things (or as particular), but this 40 y/o is making some changes. It's time to enjoy every little thing. Even tonight after dinner, when I was still hungry and really wanted to eat some of my nut freeze (insert joke here), I decided to save it for another day. It's not horrible, but it's not something I can allow myself to eat too often. So, I had a pear. I hadn't had a pear in months. It was so fucking good. I enjoyed the hell out of that thing. I guess what I'm saying is, life's short. Do the little things that make you feel good. Do the things that make you feel like you've treated your body the way you should. Because I'll tell you what, today was a day that could've ruined my week, but instead I'm thinking about all the little things that made me happy. And coincidentally, I'm thinking of taking a bath, and placing one of those nice washcloths over my eyes and just taking it in. Here's hoping you find your own "washcloth."
Now, I had a million songs go through my head today, but who wants to be serious? Instead, I'm really hoping someone can explain this Flo Rida song, "Whistle" to me. What's it about? A Whistle? How silly? PPl will sing about anything.
~Jen
6:50 Smoothie (water, flaxseed, banana, spinach, frozen blueberries)
9:30 Big bowl of fresh strawberries and grapes
12:00 Small bowl of Tomao Bisque (see recipe) and a romaine salad w/ 1/2 a yellow pepper and some raspberries, along w/ some lite honey mustard, Unsweetened iced tea
4:45 Small baked potato, w/ homemade salsa, some steamed broccoli, and 1/2 a steamed yellow zuchinni
5:30 Pear
Exercise: 45 mins walking
"Whistle"
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show
you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips
together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle
baby
Here we go
(Look) I'm betting you like people
And I'm betting
you love creep mode
And I'm betting you like girls that give love to
girls
And stroke your little ego
I bet you I'm guilty your honor
That's
just how we live in my genre
Who in the hell done paved the road
wider?
There's only one flo, and one rida
I'm a damn shame
Order more
champagne, pull a damn hamstring
Tryna put it on ya
Bet your lips spin
back around corner
Slow it down baby take a little longer
Can you blow
my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to
do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you
come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we
go
Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whistle baby, whistle
baby
Whi-whistle baby, whistle baby
Whistle baby, whistle
baby
Whi-whistle baby, whistle baby
It's like everywhere I go
My
whistle ready to blow
Shawty don't leave a note
She can get any by the
low
Permission not approved
It's okay, it's under control
Show me
soprano, 'cause girl you can handle
Baby we start snagging, you come up in
part clothes
Girl I'm losing wing, my Bugatti the same road
Show me your
perfect pitch, you got it my banjo
Talented with your lips, like you blew out
a candle
So amusing, now you can make a whistle with the music
Hope you
ain't got no issue, you can do it
Give me the perfect pitch, ya never lose
it
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm
gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips
together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle
baby
Here we go
Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whi-whistle baby,
whistle baby
Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whi-whistle baby, whistle
baby
Go girl you can twerk it
Let me see you whistle while you work
it
I'mma lay it back, don't stop it
'Cause I love it how you drop it, drop
it, drop it on me
Now, shawty let that whistle blow-oh, oh oh
Yeah, baby
let that whistle blow-oh oh!
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle
baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real
slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you
blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go
Whistle baby, whistle
baby,
Whi-whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whistle baby, whistle
baby,
Whistle baby, whistle baby
So, I've made a couple of silly observations about myself lately. I have about 50 wash cloths, no joke. It's funny, but we've gotten them as part of X-Mas gifts so many times I can't even count. Most of them are just regular 'ol washcloths. They're fairly thin and not the softest things on the planet. Now, I do have a handful of totally awesome washcloths. I rarely use them. It's like I'm saving them for a rainy day or something. Really, WTF? I don't allow myself to use the "good" washcloths. Well, I decided fuck that. For the most part, the good wash cloths are now where it's at. And what's more, I may even buy myself so more, so I never have to think about it. Why do we deny ourselves such simple luxuries? I recently got a really nice new pair of Gucci sunglasses (I have a connection, so they were cost, but still quite pricey). I never wear them. Once again, I decided fuck that. It will suck if they get scratched or something, but geez I may enjoy those bad boys. One other thing, I used to always turn on VH1 in the morning when I got ready for work. I have no idea why I stopped. I hadn't seen videos in forever. Well, last week I took up the habit again. I swear, it's those totally little things that make the difference in a day. Now, I don't know if you're as much of a tight ass as I am about things (or as particular), but this 40 y/o is making some changes. It's time to enjoy every little thing. Even tonight after dinner, when I was still hungry and really wanted to eat some of my nut freeze (insert joke here), I decided to save it for another day. It's not horrible, but it's not something I can allow myself to eat too often. So, I had a pear. I hadn't had a pear in months. It was so fucking good. I enjoyed the hell out of that thing. I guess what I'm saying is, life's short. Do the little things that make you feel good. Do the things that make you feel like you've treated your body the way you should. Because I'll tell you what, today was a day that could've ruined my week, but instead I'm thinking about all the little things that made me happy. And coincidentally, I'm thinking of taking a bath, and placing one of those nice washcloths over my eyes and just taking it in. Here's hoping you find your own "washcloth."
Now, I had a million songs go through my head today, but who wants to be serious? Instead, I'm really hoping someone can explain this Flo Rida song, "Whistle" to me. What's it about? A Whistle? How silly? PPl will sing about anything.
~Jen
6:50 Smoothie (water, flaxseed, banana, spinach, frozen blueberries)
9:30 Big bowl of fresh strawberries and grapes
12:00 Small bowl of Tomao Bisque (see recipe) and a romaine salad w/ 1/2 a yellow pepper and some raspberries, along w/ some lite honey mustard, Unsweetened iced tea
4:45 Small baked potato, w/ homemade salsa, some steamed broccoli, and 1/2 a steamed yellow zuchinni
5:30 Pear
Exercise: 45 mins walking
"Whistle"
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show
you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips
together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle
baby
Here we go
(Look) I'm betting you like people
And I'm betting
you love creep mode
And I'm betting you like girls that give love to
girls
And stroke your little ego
I bet you I'm guilty your honor
That's
just how we live in my genre
Who in the hell done paved the road
wider?
There's only one flo, and one rida
I'm a damn shame
Order more
champagne, pull a damn hamstring
Tryna put it on ya
Bet your lips spin
back around corner
Slow it down baby take a little longer
Can you blow
my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to
do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you
come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we
go
Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whistle baby, whistle
baby
Whi-whistle baby, whistle baby
Whistle baby, whistle
baby
Whi-whistle baby, whistle baby
It's like everywhere I go
My
whistle ready to blow
Shawty don't leave a note
She can get any by the
low
Permission not approved
It's okay, it's under control
Show me
soprano, 'cause girl you can handle
Baby we start snagging, you come up in
part clothes
Girl I'm losing wing, my Bugatti the same road
Show me your
perfect pitch, you got it my banjo
Talented with your lips, like you blew out
a candle
So amusing, now you can make a whistle with the music
Hope you
ain't got no issue, you can do it
Give me the perfect pitch, ya never lose
it
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm
gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips
together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle
baby
Here we go
Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whi-whistle baby,
whistle baby
Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whi-whistle baby, whistle
baby
Go girl you can twerk it
Let me see you whistle while you work
it
I'mma lay it back, don't stop it
'Cause I love it how you drop it, drop
it, drop it on me
Now, shawty let that whistle blow-oh, oh oh
Yeah, baby
let that whistle blow-oh oh!
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle
baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real
slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you
blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go
Whistle baby, whistle
baby,
Whi-whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whistle baby, whistle
baby,
Whistle baby, whistle baby
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