This week in photos

Well not much to report.  Kind of feeling like this...

Only lost 3 pounds, thought I had a really big week honestly.  I was really stringent with my sodium and spicing this week.


My counselor was angry with me for feeling down with myself.  She said that I am ahead of schedule and I should be ...

But I still feel exasperated and manipulated by this diet...

But this is another week and another chance to feel like a rockstar...

Or a demented pornstar...

Because next May brings...

Including new fashion...

Ok, so I'm not insane, how 'bout this?

So today's a new day, and here's to a great week!

Guest blog by Polar's Dad

So I asked my husband if he wanted to do a guest blog, and he jumped at the chance, so here it is...

After reading her last post yesterday I wonder to myself if I should be jealous of Sheldon Cooper?  Since I don’t consider myself a nerd and my wife does, I think I should be worried that Sheldon is going to come and sweep her off her feet right in front of me and I won’t understand what is going on due to all the scientific knowledge being thrown around. 

I am here to support my wife in her goal to lose weight.  I will help her and do anything that I can do to make it easier for her.  I will eat fish, even though I cannot stand the taste of most fish, and try new dishes that I would normally never even look at let alone try.  

But I owe a lot to my wife who basically helped me out of one serious funk that I was in 4 to 5 years ago.  When I met her I was probably as close to my low point in my life as I could ever possibly be.  I went through a very bad break up with my whore for an ex-fiance.  She made me so self-conscious of myself that although not diagnosed I would say that I had a social disorder.  

I was unable to do anything outside of my own house.  I couldn’t even force myself to get out of the house to go do things with my friends or my brothers.  If I had to go to the store I would either go after 10pm when I knew no one would be there or around 6am for the same reason.  I even had problems going to work and had to literally talk myself into going after sitting in my car for 5 to 10 minutes.  

Then I met my wife at work and she helped me out of my funk I was in and has encouraged me to get back out and do things.  She was very understanding and wasn’t pushing me if she knew I was not up for it that day. I am not a person who really likes school all that much. but she has encouraged me to get back into school to help better my career. Even though I didn’t do it as fast as she would have liked I did get back into school at the beginning of 2010 and I am actually kind of enjoying it.  

My beautiful wife helped me turn my life around and I can’t do enough or say enough to thank her for the help that she gave me to become the person I am today.  She might not think that she had a lot to do with it but she had everything to do with it.  I can honestly say that I don’t know where I would be today if she wouldn’t have helped me and gave me that little push that I needed and believed in me.  For me that was something I wasn’t use to having-my significant other actually believing in me and trying to help me through my struggles instead of putting me down and making me feel like I was a worthless POS. 

I know she will accomplish her goal weight with this diet because once she puts her mind to something she will accomplish it.    I am very proud of her for making the decision to better herself and myself for that sake (but she is the one that matters the most). 

I wish everyone that reads her blog the best and continued success in your life and hope you all achieve what you are striving for. 

Sheldon Cooper you better sleep with one eye open because I am coming for you.

Why skinny women are b*tches...

Yes, this was logic propagated in the 1940's...  Thank God this isn't believed today, cause I would hate to have to become a b*tch when I get to a size 6!

Seriously crazy thinking-you can't make this stuff up, folks...  I knew I was nice for some reason...

1943 Guide to Hiring Women

The following is an excerpt from the July 1943 issue of Transportation Magazine. This was written for male supervisors of women in the work force during World War II.
 
"Eleven Tips on Getting More Efficiency Out of Women Employees: There's no longer any question whether transit companies should hire women for jobs formerly held by men. The draft and manpower shortage has settled that point. The important things now are to select the most efficient women available and how to use them to the best advantage.
 
Here are eleven helpful tips on the subject from Western Properties:
1. Pick young married women. They usually have more of a sense of responsibility than their unmarried sisters, they're less likely to be flirtatious, they need the work or they wouldn't be doing it, they still have the pep and interest to work hard and to deal with the public efficiently.
 
2. When you have to use older women, try to get ones who have worked outside the home at some time in their lives. Older women who have never contacted the public have a hard time adapting themselves and are inclined to be cantankerous and fussy. It's always well to impress upon older women the importance of friendliness and courtesy.
 
3. General experience indicates that "husky" girls - those who are just a little on the heavy side - are more even tempered and efficient than their underweight sisters.
 
4. Retain a physician to give each woman you hire a special physical examination - one covering female conditions. This step not only protects the property against the possibilities of lawsuit, but reveals whether the employee-to-be has any female weaknesses which would make her mentally or physically unfit for the job.
 
5. Stress at the outset the importance of time the fact that a minute or two lost here and there makes serious inroads on schedules. Until this point is gotten across, service is likely to be slowed up.
 
6. Give the female employee a definite day-long schedule of duties so that they'll keep busy without bothering the management for instructions every few minutes. Numerous properties say that women make excellent workers when they have their jobs cut out for them, but that they lack initiative in finding work themselves.
 
7. Whenever possible, let the inside employee change from one job to another at some time during the day. Women are inclined to be less nervous and happier with change.
 
8. Give every girl an adequate number of rest periods during the day. You have to make some allowances for feminine psychology. A girl has more confidence and is more efficient if she can keep her hair tidied, apply fresh lipstick and wash her hands several times a day.
 
9. Be tactful when issuing instructions or in making criticisms. Women are often sensitive; they can't shrug off harsh words the way men do. Never ridicule a woman - it breaks her spirit and cuts off her efficiency.
 
10. Be reasonably considerate about using strong language around women. Even though a girl's husband or father may swear vociferously, she'll grow to dislike a place of business where she hears too much of this.
 
11. Get enough size variety in operator's uniforms so that each girl can have a proper fit. This point can't be stressed too much in keeping women happy."

Sheldon Cooper is my Homeboy

Many of you know I am a scientist-proudly so.  And, yes, after years of toiling as a dumb jock (and never going to class), I now revel in being a nerd.

So if you ever see CBS on Thursday nights at 7pm, you will now be privileged to see The Big Bang Theory, and the love of my life...

You see, Dr. Sheldon Cooper is the man that ALL single women 'WISH' they had, and frequently bitch about during drunken bouts of slurring (while sex-ting their ex douchebags). "All the good men are gay or taken!"  You know you've said or at least thought it before...

Take count:

Sheldon is a brilliant physicist with a Masters and two PhDs-well on his way up the tenure track.

He's a healthy, tall, blue-eyed hunk who makes a healthy living.

And best yet, he has no propensity to play mind games.  In fact, he is completely incapable of mind games, only recently learning about sarcasm.

He loves his neurotic mother, but not too much to want to live with her or even in the same state.

He loves Jesus and dismisses the immoral-and it goes without saying that he has saved himself for marriage.

He is fantastic managing money and time, and keeps a tidy house.


He prefers to breed with women who possess wider child-bearing hips.

Sure he has a touch of OCD, and will preach String Theory math until you beg for a coma, but he IS what all you single ladies have wished for!  Come on, I know I have heard you all complain about men today!

So next time you are feeling lonely, tune in, and see the culmination of your dreams and desires...the one, the only-Sheldon Cooper!

Anyone for lowering your standards?? :-)  Have a great Friday!!

Gluttony: 9.23.10-Chicken Sausage and Hatch Peppers

Thank you all for your support from my last post-it means alot to hear your thoughts on the subject.

As for dinner tonight, it will be 1 chicken sausage from Whore Foods, and two cut up Hatch Peppers.  If you haven't had roasted Hatch Peppers, seek them out at your g-store next August, as they are only in season for about a month.

Here's dinner (I ate the other sausage last night):

This is really great nutritionally and DELICIOUS, though my picture sucks.

Chicken sausage is 160 calories/link, 5g fat-HUGE and very filling!

Two Hatches are 90 calories

Sauteed with 1 tsp of olive oil over low heat for about 10 minutes

TOMORROW IS FRIDAY-THANK GOD!!!!!!

Vamoosing the Wicked Witch

I'm done.  Enough bitching.


I was all down on my life and myself just now, and I came across this picture...

This was Polar's last day.  Literally.  I had found him an hour or so earlier, unable to move his back legs, and laying in his own urine, as usual.  He was pulling his 170 pound body along the linoleum floor as much as his partially-working front legs could muster.

The red harness he is wearing was what he wore for 6 months all day and night, since he got hurt.  This allowed us to lift him and steady him as he walked out to go to the bathroom, and let us ease him down back onto his bed.

I watched him lose control of his back legs-swinging them out, having them buckle under him, or slide out completely in awkward angles. And I righted his feet back onto his pads when he would unknowingly stand on his knuckles.

I watched my sweet and curious boy, who used to watch the birds and the leaves in the trees, get to where he couldn't even lift his head upward.  I saw the embarrassment in his eyes when I would find that he had peed in his bed, then laid in it all night.

When I made the call to have him put down that morning, I slid him over to his window, and for the first time in months, somehow he was able to lift his head to watch the blowing branches.  His ears perked up, and his curious george face scrunched up.

You see, he was always looking and searching and questioning and following us around the yard, checking us out with his (semi) good eye.  He would leap about and let out a deafening woof (he couldn't hear how loud he was!) when he smelled the other dogs, and would flip around like a circus dog trying to get them to play with him.  

Even when his pride was broken, he was still a slice of sunny sky.  So not even when he got hurt, or when I was holding him upright as he peed and pooed, or when I braced him during that last injection, did he ever stop fighting or being a big, happy, mushy-faced goofball.  The life and love was in his eyes, and still he fought that damn needle with all the heart he had.

And yet here I am sitting here feeling sorry for myself because I can't *eat* as I want to.  SHAME. ON. ME.

So I dedicate my journey to health to my special boy, who never let any disability or rainy day dampen his zest for life and his love of a challenge.

My Best Boy

Damn this challenge

Ok, so it may be what I need right now, so I'm in for Steve's Hot 100.

Damn you, Lanie, for making me feel guilty for not joining.  Freaking peer pressure. ;-)

My goals:
1.  161 pounds by year end-59 more to go
2.  No weeks with a weight gain
3.  No days eating over 2000 calories during the holidays

Join the pain, suckas!