Baby, It's (f*cking) Cold Outside!

How in Frosty the Snowman hell am I supposed to move in this blizzard?! You've got to be kidding me. I have to be out of my apartment by this Saturday, which wouldn't be a problem except I can't see my car. I'm sure it's out there somewhere. But I can't complain too much - my work has been closed for three days now due to the weather. But that just means more to do once I get back to the office. Shoot, I knew there was a catch to grown-up snow days!

And since the snow is up to my knees, I haven't made it to the gym so it's been the perfect time to do the Skinny Bitch Bootcamp DVD that I'm reviewing/challenging for Run To Finish. But I should probably stop eating like it's an Olympic winter sport...

And yes, I did just move a year ago. The apt. complex I'm vacating I hate with a hot, fiery passion. Can't wait to say good riddance for good. I can't wait to be done moving. I can't wait to get my routine back, and for the love of Google: I can't wait to get back to posting blogs that aren't rambling nightmares!

Soon!

Moving Sucks

This is the third time in four years that I've moved during the winter. It sucks. But I guess it's better than the sweltering July heat! Posting is sporadic because of the move. It's kinda been the reason behind my randomness lately. I don't even think I mentioned that I was moving, did I?

Well, now you know. I am going to SCHEDULE in a proper blog posting and email responding time tonight... right after I go to the gym!

Hold tight, peeps!

Where's My Flare Gun?!

This week SUCKETH muchly!

I just ate Spaghetti-Os out of the can. Cold.

Last night. I believe I stress-drove in my sleep to the golden arches, but I will neither confirm nor deny.

Got called into the principle's office at work with my co-workers. My nutter of a boss may be getting fired. Fingers crossed, please sweet baby J in a manger! Much stress. A couple co-workers are irked at me because I am one of the whistle blowers on the Sybil-like behavior of my boss, Satan. Sorry, people, she may be your friend, but leave that friendly shit at home. I'm here to work and get paid, and if our boss can't do her job and is making everyone miserable, then it's time for her to go. I don't care if you get your nails 'did' together. You can cuddle and cry at your next get-together.*

Weighed myself. All is well. No time for formality or number update. The sexy 6-pack is going well though. Will update everyone on which workout I'm doing and my thoughts!

Hope all is well.

I'm off to take a Valium and snuggle into bed. Yes, it's only 4:30. This is how I'm dealing.

*I'm really not that nasty. Satan is just really hard to work for. 

Redefining Success

Chicken is an excellent "diet" food. I so wish this post was dedicated to our fine, feathered friend. But alas, I am the chicken... I consumed far too much sodium on Sunday and was terrified the scale would send me over the edge. So I waited to weigh myself until Tuesday morning. Is it completely wrong that I'm disappointed that I only lost 1.6 pounds? Wait, let me try that again... Yay, I lost 1.6 pounds!
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My participation in the HBBC really changed the way I view things. While I'm still very much interested in the number on the scale, I know that's not the only way to measure success.

I started my own challenge modeled after HBBC. Every 15 minutes of cardio equals 1 point, and every day I eat within my calorie range earns another point. If I earn 26 points or more a week, I reward myself with a non-food related treat. If I earn 104 points this month, I plan to treat myself with a massage or some other small luxury.

This system forces me to focus on health related goals and successes rather than a number on the scale. Which obviously I really need. And starting this Friday, I'm also returning to the Too Tight Jeans method. That always does the trick - except for when I fall off the wagon. And life happens, so I'm sure I will slip up. But if I've learned ANYTHING, it's that you have to pick yourself up and keep going! Perseverance!

And I'm reviewing the Skinny Bitch Bootcamp DVD for RUNTOFINISH's Sexy Six Pack Abs Challenge.  I'm excited. I doubt I'll have a six-pack, but at least I won't have a keg anymore!

January Weighs In

I think Satan may have entered earth's atmosphere via my boss. Seriously, lady, take yo meds & leave me be!

In other less dramatic news, I lost no poundage last week! Boo. The exercise was phenomenal, but it had to be in order to neutralize all the boozing and partying that transpired. Hey, no one's perfect! I wouldn't call it falling off the wagon, so much as enjoying life as a normal person. I mean, for reals, who noshes on carrot sticks while waiting for the NYE ball to drop??

BUT New Year's Day, me and my champs headache hauled it to the gym to sweat out the toxins. One hour on the Arc Trainer thanks very much.

Now let's discuss cellulite, shall we? What the freakin' hell is up with having cellulite right above your knees?! This is a recent development in the last 6 months, and I want to know how to make it go away ASAP. What is that you say? Exercise and eating healthy is the only way??! Then so be it, but I'm NOT happy about it. Damn, dimpled knees. So sexy.

But I am armed with a plan. Other than my weekly weigh in, I've gone back to trying on clothes and snapping pics every Friday. I need visual cues that show me I'm succeeding. Much more than I need scale numbers. So I'm employing both. I think I need to toss in measurements somewhere in there. Any suggestions for frequency of measurement taking?