I saw Jason Momoa’s Aquaman online and I had to have it! Look at the scar over his eyebrow and the spots under his eye! It so rocks beyond most things!
Do y'all watch People of Earth and Wrecked? Well you should, because they’re funny.
I told this guy that John Wesley Hardin was so mean, he once shot a man just for snoring; and the guy who never heard that saying before asked, “Were they sleeping together?” Hmm, I don't know.
The last Transformers movie I saw at the theater had so much action in it that I fell asleep. Seriously, I did. I can’t imagine I’d stay awake during this current one. I saw the preview and it is action out the wazoo.
Let me 'splain something to you Lucy, when you cup your hands around your mouth while shouting, you make it impossible to hear what you're yelling.
Weight Update -- You might be wondering why I haven’t posted in weeks about my weight loss journey. Well, what happened is, I took a detour at Fast Food, and I stayed a while, and also, that depression thing came over me like it does. So, I gained 10 pounds back, but, and I have a huge one, I’m trying to eat less once again, by eating more vegetables and fruit, no soft drinks, not even Crystal Lite, and I’m still working out at the gym in La Porte with my awesome personal trainer Becky Bice, and in a couple of weeks I'll begin a yoga class instructed by the sweetest yoga instructor around, Devera Allen-Scheller, plus, I’m trying not to run my sentences on and on, like I did this one. I take wrong turns a lot in regards to food, but I keep on trying.
Seriously though, I truly believe that the best weight loss plan for me is if I had Jason Mamoa for my very own. If he was my guy, I would not overeat again. Hey, a girl can dream… even a golden girl! Golden girl?... Oh good lord I’m 65!! I will never, never, never get over that!!
I love you guys! Please remember, don't text and drive, don't hang your head out of a moving car, unless you're having an anxiety attack or you're throwing up, don't run with scissors, be kind to each other and the most important thing of them all to remember... call your Mother.
I’ve been having massive cravings for salty things… and peanut butter! When I buy peanut butter, like I’ve told you before, I keep it in the ice box, and will go to it several times a night and load up a hugemongous bunch of it on a spoon, and then devour it! Oh heavens, it’s like candy!
Potato chips, it’s always potato chips that I want! My favorite is Lay’s Waves, but I’ll eat any chip they’ve ever made! Have you ever licked the salt off of a tortilla chips or a saltine cracker and then ate it? How about putting a Cheeto in your mouth and sucking the Chee stuff out of it and then eating it? I could probably have a salt lick installed in my house and it wouldn’t be enough salt.
I’ll have my strong times, when I fight my cravings, but there are those times, like the last week or so, when the fight is not in me, and I will eat whatever I want. It’s still Whataburger and Schlotzsky’s that are my favorite fast food craves. If Whataburger were to ask me, I would do a commercial for them in a second! I could be Whataburger’s Flo!
I’m still exercising and always will. I normally do three workouts a week, and I never miss, unless something important comes up.
A weird thing occurred last Thursday night. I was sitting in my comfy chair, searching On Demand and Netflix for anything with Jason Momoa in it that I haven’t seen, and I started thinking things like, “What if I were to start exercising right now? What if I put on my heavy metal instrumental meditative music, sit on the floor and did some yoga stretches and some crunches and as many pushups as I could? What if I were to do that? What keeps me from working out by myself?” And then I used a strategy that I’ve been using of late… “Don’t think about, JUST DO IT.”
Then suddenly, I got up and I worked out! I did it with no one there making me do it! Afterwards, I was surprised that I wasn’t jumping up and down and high fiving myself. But instead, I simply took a shower, put my jammies on and went back to my comfy chair and back to searching for Jason Momoa. Other than writing the historical event down in my diary, I made no big deal out of it. BUT (and mine is big)… it was a big deal! I don’t understand my non-celebration. What am I afraid of? I'm going to think hard on that.
There are hundreds of metaphoric boulders in my path to fitness, I moved one last night. I just thought that up. Was it too much? Ha. What movie are the words “residual boulders” spoken?
I need to will myself to get back to getting fit. I want to continue to be able to play with my grandsons, and I don't want anyone to have to take care of me. Thank you my sweet friend Dianna, for reminding me of that.
[I posted Jason Momoa pictures again, because I think he's epic, and I like looking at him.]
I’m still working out. In fact, I can’t see me NOT working out, ever. I’m a gym rat. Wait? Can I be a gym rat if I’m in a gym only 3 times a week? Ah, the smell of B.O. and chlorine in the morning! You know that I’m goofing, right?
I sure hope that posting my fit journey on my blog and wanting to share it, helps you in some way. We all have addictions that we battle. I can’t change my food addiction on my own. I need you, and I hope that you need me back.
I’m always thankful for Becky, my personal trainer (Yes!), and Devera, who instructs wellness classes at the college, and for Susana, who inspires me to treadmill and exercise bike after our Total Body Workout Class. Without these 3 beautiful people, I wouldn’t be pushing myself to get better.
You’re not alone. I'm here for you. Don’t drink and drive. Don’t text and drive. Think positively. Call your Mother.
I think you’re epic, and I love you!
I was just thinking:
Did you know that Martian Probe is the name of a satellite and also a pastime of Martians? In your opinion, what would be worse, being mauled by a grizzly bear, probed by a Martian or a papercut? Hey, don't tell me you haven't thought of this before!
[This is me, after barely surviving a workout at the gym.]
The heaviest I have ever weighed was 233 pounds, and the furtherest back I can remember weighing that was on the day of my Mom's 75th surprise birthday party in February of 1994. From that time to the present, I have lost pounds and gained pounds, always returning back to 233.
Being the professional dieter that I am, and I don't mean professional as in somebody pays me to lose weight (I wish!), it means that I have tried just about every diet concept and just about every diet product ever invented, searching for ways to look better and to feel better about myself.
I weighed yesterday morning, and am now at 200 lbs. That's a good even number. I prefer even numbers. Next stop is the 100's! With..
. trying to stay away from fast food, fried food, potato chips, Cheetos, hamburgers, hot dogs;
. eating Nutrisystem items;
. eating at scheduled times: 9am, 11am, 1pm, 3pm, 5:30pm, 8pm, 10pm;
. praying, meditating, reading;
. emailing and talking to family and friends;
. joining a gym;
. working out with Becky, my personal trainer (Yes!) twice a week, and attending Devera's exercise classes at the college;
. having food that is good for me on hand and ready to grab it and go;
. researching ways to get fit and trying those ways that work best for me;
. driving a different way home from the gym, so I don’t have to pass by the very well lit, brand, spanking new Whataburger in La Porte……, I have gotten my weight down to 200 pounds. That's a nice even number. I’m a fan of even numbers.
It’s comical how we professional dieters call losing weight our journey or an adventure, and exercising is something that we must make ourselves do, because if we don’t, we are failures.
In reality or basically or honestly or truthfully or seriously (I hate the way some feel they must clarify a sentence before they say it in order to let everyone know that what they’re about to say is for real)… eating food that is good for us, not eating too much of said food and exercising should not be known as dieting or a journey or an adventure. It should simply be our way of taking care of ourselves, of caring about our bodies, of loving ourselves.
Now, you know that you’re not going to leave one of my blogs without hearing some snarkiness from me… I go to Devera’s Total Body Workout at the college on Wednesdays, so Becky works me out on Mondays and Fridays, because that gives my body a day of rest in between workouts. Well, I’ll tell ya right here and now, Mondays at the gym SUCK big time! Everybody and their dog is at the gym on Mondays! It’s wall-to-wall people! The smell of a gym is questionable when just a few people are there, but when it’s packed, oh good lord!
Mondays, I’ll be at the gym and Becky will be making me work out some part of me, and I’ll look around (I’ll look around as well as I can through fogged up glasses), and I’ll want to say to everyone, “What the heck are all you people doing here? Did you eat an entire buffet and feel like you’ve got to take off all your pounds in this one workout? Why don’t you work out on Tuesdays? Tuesdays are good nights! I had a hard time finding a parking space when I got here, and there were no exercise bikes to warm up on when I got here! And it’s freakin’ 8:15pm! Go home! Leave this place, but before you do, clean your sweat off the dang machine you just got off of! Nobody wants to sit in your body fluids! Have a little class! Have a little thought for others!! Man I hate rudeness in people!”
There, I feel better. I hope you do too. Snarky is as snarky does.
Here’s one more thing I want to throw out there to you all. I am starting a group of support. It will be called The Fortress of Strength, maybe. Don’t laugh! That’s cool and you know it!
Our group will meet once a week for an hour or two. We will be a support system for each other in whatever way that is necessary. Here are some rules that we will start with:
Seriously, (Did you notice how I clarified this statement to show that I really, really mean what I’m about to say?), there will be no talk of politics.
No talk of religion.
We will begin each meeting with a minute of silence. In that time, you can pray quietly or meditate or make goofy faces at everybody while they’re praying. Whatever, just be still for a minute, and don’t be rude. During this quiet minute, think of ways that you can positively contribute to our group and help somebody out.
A snack will be provided – raw vegetables and fruit. Also coffee and tea.
What is said in The Fortress, stays in The Fortress.
Men and women, young and old, are welcome. But no small children, that might possibly become warped by hearing people who want to attend anything called a Fortress of Strength.
No cursing (darn it).
We will stop the group on time.
Bring us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be thin – I’m just kidding. Yes, you can come if you’re tired (I mean who isn’t), but if you’re poor, don’t even think about it. You know I’m just kidding again, and trying to be funny. Sorry that it didn’t work.
Please bring your friends, Mothers/Dads, daughters/sons, nieces/nephews, whatever you got.
We will work out more details each time we meet. Here’s my email address: email@example.com. Please let me know if you would like to join our Fortress of Strength or Solitude or Silence… we’ll work that out.
And always remember... Don’t be rude. You are not alone. I love you – “Yes, even when I’m a snark, I still love people.”