Non Food Weekend!

Hubby and I actually have plans this weekend-well tonight and tomorrow anyway-go figure!

Tonight is Joel McHale, a comedian and also the host of Talk Soup...

We are fans of seeing comedy, we got into this in Las Vegas one time-of course we never sit too close to the front!  That is asking to get slammed with a fat joke...

We saw Wayne Brady, who is so damn smart, and Ray Romano with Kevin James-Ray was actually better than Kevin, especially off the cuff.  Surprised us, and it was such a good time.

Then we saw Dennis Leary and a couple other guys from Rescue Me.  I think the funniest of the group was actually the Leutenant from the show-Needles I think his name is...anyway, he had good material.

So tonight it is Joel, and we have good seats, just not front row.

Tomorrow is the Southwest classic, or whatever the hell Jerry Jones is marketing it as now, where the Texas A&M Aggies will face the Arkansas Razorbacks.  Not quite sure how it will turn out, but promises to be a good rowdy game.

And of course, dum da dum-dum-weigh in at 10:15 am...hope I can poop a pound before I go...

Looking forward to it, as always.  ;-)

The guilt from not working out Wednesday has me scared of the scale.  And I am trying to figure out what I should eat tonight-something light and non-water retaining...  I had a cooked egg with a slice of FF cheese on it last night, it was so good.  But maybe I should go salmon burger or chicken breast instead.

Say anyone know of a protein cracker, or low carb/fat cracker?  I've heard of Smackaroos, just not sure if they are any good or would withstand baking again...  I guess pita chips are an option, too.

I am thinking of making little pizzas on these crackers with turkey pepperoni and some roasted tomatoes and low fat mozarella or FF ricotta...any ideas?

So Happy Friday, and enjoy your weekend!  And thanks for all the kind words and encouragement on my post yesterday-love you guys.

Mirrors are shattering across the world today...

My buddy, Alan, was nice enough to send me a Long Beach Polar Bears sweatshirt, as I had wondered where and when I could get one, being my obvious connection to all things Polar...


BUTTTTTTT, and that is one huge but, he said I had to take a GD picture in it when it arrived.


Well, since he has UPS tracking, I guess I can't pretend I never got it...


Folks, I am SO NOT a picture taker, that I had no idea where to look and I left on my nerdy glasses-what a rube I am...within 5 seconds of taking this picture, my mirror shattered.  I believe before it did I heard it gasp a last breath and whisper that it's existence would never be the same so it was going to self-destruct.


Damn you Alan for making me take this mother freaking picture!!! ;-)  And no there is no gratuitous tit shot thrown in here for good measure.  I'm not that nice.


But seriously thanks again, great shirt!

As for my Hot 100 update, let's see...


1.  Get to goal by Jan 1-hmmm, I am another 3 pounds down last week, so the scale is going in the right direction, but whether it will go down that far in time is beyond me.  I have stopped trying to figure out why no matter what I do or eat I keep losing only 3 pounds.


2.  Umm, stay under 2K calories per day on the holidays, so far so good, but have not crossed a holiday yet.  Halloween won't be a problem since I won't be even going to a store with a Halloween candy isle.


3.  Have a week without a loss-this will happen even if I have to start chopping off body parts...so far, no gains-knock on wood, then knock on the wood's wood.


So that is all for right now folks...hasta la vista.

Oh the Guilt!

Not since Sister Christine Marie slapped my hands with a ruler in 8th grade, have a felt so guilty for letting life lure me from exercise.

Sure this is the workout first day I have skipped in almost two months, but I still feel my Catholic guilt welling like a zit on a teenagers nose.

And you know what??  I am SOOOO glad that Sister Christine instilled the fear of God in me and somehow welded my guilty conscience to my soul.

In many instances, such as when I think about Polar's death, guilt keeps me up staring at the ceiling, makes me a sobbing fetal ball on my living room floor at 2 am, makes me feel sick to my stomach and dry heave during rush hour...

But when it comes to diet, for me, guilt keeps me on the Non-Gravy Train.  It makes me work out when I really don't want to, when I even think about that dark chocolate in my fridge, when I think about snacking at work...

For me, to modify from Michael Douchebag Douglas, GUILT IS GOOD.

If guilt hamstrings you, makes you binge, adds to your dieting torment, I understand, but I also feel sorry for you.  For once, for me, I feel like God got it right and gave me a little nugget, a tool I can use to my advantage-therefore, my guilt is welcome anytime.

Dammit, I guess I gotta workout now.  ;-)

Dinner- 4 oz. salmon patty, 3 tbsp pico de gallo

Crap or get off the Pot

You ever have a fantasy, and I'm not talking about a nekkid one, gutter dwellers...

What is a lurid fantasy without a black horse??

I'm talking about a reel that you have meshed together from several memories, that plays over and over again?

Wayne's World pop culture reference

Well, I have several of these...one involves showing up a my high school reunion all sexified...

Bad movie-but eerily close to the mark...

This occurs even though I don't keep up with anyone from high school, don't really care for anyone enough to go ( I made closer friends in college), and wasn't unpopular so it wouldn't be a 'how do you like me now' moment...

Kicking butt and taking names

I let it replay in my head, because honestly it keeps me motivated and off the pizza.  That and the hope to live into old age, that is...

However, another that drives me is maybe not such a dream, as I would REALLY like to take a stab at it.  Honestly, only my husband knows that I am so close to trying to reach this gold ring...

  And that is going to medical school after I finish my PhD...

Of course this is me!  (minus 50 more pounds that is...)

I love research, but would like to undertake clinical and translational research and be able to handle both sides of the equation-lab science AND patient care, so for this an MD is also necessary.  So, yes, I want the best of both worlds.

I have already looked into funding-signing to a military branch so that I do not need school loans, is the way I would go.  Furthermore, this would allow me to work at a military hospital, which would be very appealing to me-to serve my country without having to do pullups.

This lizard can do more pull ups than me...

I have looked into the classes I would need to and want to retake, for me to be an appealing candidate to a good medical school.

I have even looked into taking the MCAT, which scares the hell out of me to be honest...

Biting off more than I can chew?

I also contacted schools about their admittance policies for non-traditional students-those not directly out of their undergrad into medical school, or those whose expertise/value is not necessarily a high undergrad GPA.

Did I mention that I still have to finish my PhD???  Yes, I have classes, but for the most part am done with those, but I still have seminars/works in progress, and literature discussions, and oh 40+ hours a week in the lab-40 in a good week, that is...necessary to publish papers needed to graduate and finish my research dissertation-it's near impossible to do anything on the side...

And you know what my boss is like...

The positives about this whole thing-

-my boss is an MD so he has connections in our med school

-state med schools in Texas have to accept the majority of their applicants instate

Along with losing weight, this has become my obsession over the past year-and now that I am losing weight, I feel I need to make a decision one way or the other about this...

Hubby is very supportive and will stand behind me whatever I decide, but now I realize I need more objective opinions...

Thoughts?

My Tri-Destiny

OK, so it seems there is NO changing me taking more than 3 off the scale/week.  I have come to grips with this...

Seems no matter how low-carb my vegetables are, it won't make a difference...so that's good cause I missed my tomatoes...so do the doggies.

Landlord decided he would just drop by today with the roofing estimator-to see the inside.  He is supposed to give 24 hours notice.  Since this is the only day DH and I can spend together because of work schedules, he ruins it.  There goes our 24 hour sex-capade, uh, college football fest...

Did I mention he brings his hoodlum kids with him that run wild and climb all over our shit?

Have a great Saturday folks!  And go Sooners!!

Do you love your vet?

Today was the group vet day at our home. Our vet, who is mostly mobile, comes to our house to take care of all the doggies at once.


Pearl got her nails clipped, which is a major ordeal.  Our vet sedates her in order to do this, because she REALLY doesn't like people touching her feet.  Me neither.  Quentin Tarantino would be sooo disappointed.  Then she went back to her sunbathing...no skin off her nose.

Then we corralled the demon spawn and she got her shots...Needless to say she is EXHAUSTED now.

And even this poop eater lost a pound!  Maybe I should switch my diet...

  And our little lipoma factory, the brown hound of rebound, was perfect as always, but she always flips on her back.  Anything to whore herself out for a belly rub.  Naturally she still found energy to beg when I was eating...but I gotta give her credit, she puts her all into everything she attempts!  How to resist that face???

The vet did say she has bilateral cataracts, which worries me.  I guess I'll keep a close eye on how she sees things and maybe consider surgery if her vision really tanks.  I don't want her to go blind, even though she would get around fine with her great sniffer.

And of course the vet was perusing the records, he is our new awesome vet so he did not know Polar, and he asked where Polar was.  I barely got the words out that he passed.  Then I almost started crying.  Ugh.  I hate being vulnerable.  But I had to throw one pic in of my boy, cause he's always on my mind.  See, I told you he liked to watch the leaves blow in the trees, this is how I prefer to remember him.

So if you aren't 100% about your vet, I encourage you to look elsewhere, there are plenty to choose from-a great vet makes ALL the difference, and your pet will thank you!  And if you are in the DFW area, boy do I have a vet for you!

Have a great weekend.  Cross your fingers for my weigh-in tomorrow.

If you want something done right...

...Do it your damn self!!


First off, let me say that my boss is a classic micromanager.  He feels like a God when he has his hands in EVERYTHING.

I had to submit a 500 word abstract for a competition, and my boss has known this for at least a month.  He also knows it was due today at noon-or faces disqualification.






So I wrote this and submitted it to him for any corrections he might have at the beginning of the week.  Getting things to him ahead of time is completely useless, as he procrastinates to give feedback until a few days before anything is due anyway.  Knowing how he is, I pasted a few sentences together from something he had written in the past.  Actually it was something I wrote, that he corrected, because he obviously thinks I'm a three year old.

On Wednesday I receive a handwritten outline as to how I should have organized my thoughts.  It was a full page.  Ok, that is fine, and honestly it is minor on the scale of things he has done.


I rewrote and reorganized, so I get an email with my revision attached this morning that says, "The second revision was MUCH improved, and really great."


I OPEN the revision, that has 'track changes' in red, and all but FIVE words on my revision are RED.  I shit you not.  It was so awesome, he had to change all but 5 WORDS!!!  What the fuckity fucking shit is his problem?  That is literally what I thought at my desk.

So I basically copy and paste what he wrote without changes into a new document and send it to him in a 'high priority' tagged email at 10:30.  I sit watching my email inbox-literally refreshing every minute-until 11:48.  I go to his office.  He is sitting there fiddling around with a grant that is due next week-he looks at me like I am an ALIEN, a fucking stupid toddler alien, and says 'Ah the abstract'.  I say yes it is due in 12 minutes with as much composure as I can muster, while administering the Vulcan death glare.

So he bring me his two more changes, just to be a shitbag, and then starts to lecture me on why we should meet to discuss his changes, while I am rushing to put it all into a PDF and send the thing in at 11:59!!!!

The KICKER to all of this crap, is that he said EXACTLY what I said, just in a different order of words.  Neither copy read better than the other, I had a few blindly read each and weigh in.  So what is the GD point in me even writing something in the first place if he is going to change EVERYTHING?

This is the WTF moment for the day-unless you have a better one!!