Thursday, March 23, 2017

Food Review: Chips Ahoy Cinnamon Sugar Thins

I never buy cookies to keep in the house because I don't need the temptation.  But when something is free, I can justify trying one and then sending the rest to the Mr's work for the dingoes to attack.  That's just what we did when our local grocery store was running a promotion to get these for free.

The cookie marketing people seem to think that if they put the word "thin" on the package that people will think they're getting something they can either manage or are better for them that the regular version.  I'd like to think people don't buy that but we all know someone out there is falling for it.  Let's see what the numbers say...

Four cookies for 150 calories sounds like a pretty good trade off to most people because you can have more for the same calories.  Wellll, not quite.  I mean, they're 'thins' so you're getting less.  If you have two cookies, it tastes like what one cookie would taste like and the nutritional info basically supports that.  I don't think they make this flavor in "regular" though so the cinnamon sugar and oatmeal cookies are just in the thin version.

How did they taste?

We each had one and didn't expect much going in even though cinnamon sugar is one of my favorite flavors ever.  The were good.  Too good.  We only had one...and a half since one cookie was broken.  Then I slammed the seal on them and said "take them to work, get them out of my sight!"  They would be perfect in the summer if you want to make little ice cream sandwiches for a kids party or something like that.  I could easily see myself blowing through the box on a Saturday or worse, justifying ways to "fit them into my calories" during the week and I just can't risk having them around to obsess over.  So I guess the verdict would be...delicious if you like crispy cinnamon cookies.

Just like their Oreo Thins brethren, I get that mentality of "ooh I get four!"  But when the four are gone, I'd want more.  (I have to laugh though because my mom was like "those Thins are a joke, give me CREAM!"  But the regular versions don't have much more cream than their thins counterparts these days.)

If you have the willpower, tip o' the hat to you and if you like cinnamon sugar, you'd probably like these.  Or if you want to try them, I suggest taking out a serving and then putting them on the community table at work so you don't find yourself in the corner surrounded by an empty package, crumbs on your shirt and enveloped in self hatred.

Do you like the "Thins" version of cookies or would you rather just have 2 of the regular version should you indulge on occasion?

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Wednesday, March 22, 2017

A Ha Moment

Last Thursday, I found that The Rock has a YouTube channel.  The Mr has always wondered what kind of workouts he does, so I subscribed to it since he posts them from time to time.

We watched that video and were inspired at his intensity.  We watched another one from a different channel (NSFW-language) and while he goofs around a bit in them, his determination is jaw dropping.  Obviously you don't get to look like Dwayne Johnson without extreme commitment.  But one thing he kept doing in the second video was when he would get distracted goofing around or whatever, he'd give an angry look and yell "focus!" and go back to business.  They're all strung together so it can get a little annoying after a while but it shed a lot of light on what we think our problem may be.

The next day, we did old school Power 90.  We've done this workout probably 100 times and sometimes it kicks our butt, sometimes it doesn't.  We tended to lean strongly toward the latter over the past year or two and would throw it in when we needed a change of pace.  So we got started, muted the TV so our ears didn't bleed from the tomcheesery about to ooze from Tony and hit our current favorite playlist.  As we progressed, our intensity got higher and higher.  My kicks were higher than they've been in a long time (though some of that is due to injury), my punches were more intense and a couple of times I felt like I couldn't catch my breath.  Neither of us could.  We were drenched in sweat, breathless and truly felt those post workout endorphins they tout.  The Mr was like "holy crap, I feel like SO effin' good and healthy and motivated right now!"  He looked like he was about to rip an old school phone book in half or something.  He talked about how watching The Rock's intensity really inspired him to put forth effort into that workout and it made all the difference.  I felt the same.

When you do workouts regularly, it becomes habit...just like you always wanted it to.  The problem is it can easily just be another task to check off the list and while it's nice you get it done, you're not doing yourself any favors just going through the motions.  You have to have intensity to back it up and push yourself to that next level.  Even workouts you've been doing for almost 20 years (hi Tae Bo!) can be just as heart pumping if you put your all into it.  You don't need to break your body or anything crazy but I might as well skip the friggin' workout if I'm not going to bother putting in my full effort.  Checking something off the list with a half ass effort keeps you stuck.  I'm not saying this is our magic bullet or anything but we both did lose 2 and 3 pounds last week when upping our commitment.  Intensity has been sorely missing from our workouts and we're taking it back.  We have to.  We have to stop half assing it and go full ass!

Are you half assing your workouts?

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Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Walk Down Memory Lane

I was flipping through the Vermont Country Store catalog last night and of course since nostalgia is their thing, it got me, well, nostalgic.  So I thought I'd do a bit of a quiz with you based on back in the day stuff.

What kind of cologne did your dad wear?  My dad wore Brut and Old Spice and on occasion, English Leather.

Did your grandma do a once a week trip to the hairdresser?  Both of mine did.  My paternal grandma would also wear the rain bonnet to keep hers intact.

You know what soap on a rope is?  I'm pretty sure my dad got some every year from me for Christmas until I was 8.

What could you rely on getting in your Easter basket as a kid?  One of my grandma's always made sure I had one of those big ass peanut butter eggs with a little flower on the top the size of an adult fist.  I could rely on those horrible Whopper eggs as fillers being thrown in and I'd throw them out.

What telephone did you like to play with as a kid?  What is it with old school phones.  I LOVED rotary phones, the longer the number, the better.  It was like meditation.  But then again, my grandma had one of those backlit push button phones and I loved nothing more than holding the receiver down so I wasn't dialing out but still pushing the buttons.  Weirdo.

Table or TV trays as a kid?  As a kid/teen, we were always on TV trays but once I was married, it's always been dinner table.  I didn't even want a set of TV trays.

What scent reminds you of a family member?  The smell of rose lotion reminds me of my great grandma.  One time in a store, I passed a woman whose cologne had to have been hers because it made me cry.  I wish I would've asked her what it was.  White Diamonds reminds me of my grandma with dementia and if you mix it with the scent of coffee brewing, that is her.

What shampoo did you use as a kid?  I remember Prell being pretty prevalent but I also remember Agree and Gee Your Hair Smells Terrific being thrown in for good measure.

What did you consider your first adult perfume?  Probably Wind Song or Emerude when I was a pre-teen but when I was a teen, I thought Estee Lauder's White Linen, Cinnabar or Youth Dew were classy.  My Lord, if I tried to wear those now, I'd break down in an allergy laden sneeze attack!

What music did your parents listen to that they passed down to you?  Fleetwood Mac, Steve Miller Band, The Doobie Brothers, ABBA, Boston, The Eagles.

Pick 5 questions and answer them (or all of 'em if you're bored!)

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Monday, March 20, 2017

Not My Style Weekend Recap

Happy Monday everyone!  We both FINALLY got one in the loss column on the scale just in time for a side trip.  As long as I'm back to pre-holiday weight.  I figured since we're going to have an off schedule later this week maybe I'd cook at home for Saturday's high cal day.  The Mr was craving a grilled ham and cheese so I said I'd make that if we could split some small sides from a BBQ place that does sides well but not so much on the meats.  They came through for us so I didn't have to cook everything.  

After that we made a Sur La Table run since I had some channel related items I needed to pick up.  (You realize how crappy your own pans look on camera.)  So I got a few 9x13 pans and a couple of sweet whisks.  Yes, sad that whisks and pans make me so happy but there you have it.  Sur La Table is my spirit store.  We went to this mall where they had 4 plus size clothes stores all in a row and I swear man, there is nothing worse when you're trying to revamp your style only to not find a single thing that appeals to you.  Torrid was of course too young looking and the stuff that looked like an everyday woman would wear it was in hideous colors.  Dress Barn was not my jam.  Lane Bryant is ridiculous price wise and honestly, nothing floated my boat there either.  I went to some store called Maurice's and there were a few cute things but then upon trying them on it was like "ugh."  Since when must all of our tops be see through and end the effing jegging trend already!  I'm sorry but fat women do not look good in them, period.  When your husband sees you in a pair and is like "um, no" then you know it's not a good look for you because that man signed a piece of paper saying he had to tap that for better or for worse.

We swung by another store and got him all new shorts because his vacation go to's were pushing the decade mark.  He got some cute stuff and I'm so glad he trusts I'm not trying to turn him into Phil Mickelson when I suggest some plaid shorts.  The two I've suggested he sneers at but then likes once he tries them on.  So he's pretty set on those and we might get a pair of lighter dress pants for nicer meals out.  We have that to look forward to but need to hop to it.

Sunday was sleeping in and stuff and then brunch of course.

Since we had some leftover Honeybaked ham from the day before, I made a kick ass ham and swiss omelet that had him making caveman noises, a serving of garlic potatoes, brioche toast and a clementine for me and kiwi for him.  I also made a pot of chili to heat up for dinner later because I knew given the past few Sundays that before we know it, the day is gone.

Yesterday was no different.  We went down at 5pm, gabbed until 5:30pm and then did a strength/PT circuit for an hour.  We had our chili and then went to the grocery for produce refuel for the week.

That will bring us back to do.  Do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti, do!

What did you do this weekend?

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Friday, March 17, 2017

What I'm Reading This Week #11

Happy Friday and Happy St. Paddy's Day!  Erin Go Braghless and all that stuff.  Are you wearing green?  Do people still pinch offenders or has the PC world officially shut that down?

Let's jump right into me lucky charms of...

Warm-Ups, Cool-Downs, What Works, What Doesn’t  (Interesting research)

5 Tips for a Perfect Push-up  (You may have been doing them wrong all along)

9 Things That Make It Harder to Lose Weight in Your 20's, 30's and 40's  (Any of these apply?)

10 Resistance Band Exercises to Build Total-Body Strength  (Using these for strength training on the road)

11 "Healthy" Foods Nutritionists Never Eat  (A few surprises)

12 Foods That Help You Fall (and Stay) Asleep!  (Apparently potassium is the key)

22 New Lunges to Supercharge Leg Day  (If my leg days get any more supercharged, I'm going to be crippled!)

13 Best Daily Habits For Losing Weight  (Now ya know)

Internet destroys fitness model for shaming woman’s ‘lovehandles’  (It's disgusting witches like this that make heavy people wanting to get healthy afraid to go to the gym.  Girls like them scream "lose weight" out of one side of their mouthes then when you try to they shame you for invading "their" space.  Screw her.)

7 Foods That Will Help You Feel More Calm, Less Stressed   (Who couldn't use another stress buster in their arsenal?)

Woman Faces Every Runner's Worst Fear and Fights Off Her Attacker   ("Not today mofo!"  Wow, thank God she took that class!)

Pesto Scrambled Eggs  (You will not even believe how amazing these are.  Perfect for St. Paddy's Day!)

The Mr worked a double yesterday so he has today off.  I don't know if we have any plans or not but unfortunately it looks like we're in for a slush fest so we can't walk in the park or anything like that.  Pffft.

What are you guys into this weekend?

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Thursday, March 16, 2017

Glad I Knew You When I Was Young

One of my favorite songs is by The Revivalists called Wish I Knew You.  I liked the song but when I saw the video, I fell in love with it even more.  (Try not to bawl like I did!)

One of the lines of the chorus is "wish I knew you when I was young."  Well, the Mr and I have known each other when we were young...17 and 19.  We were lucky enough to go to my Senior prom together and sometimes because we've known each other for so long, it's hard to see each other as adults.  Even with the lines on our faces, we still see the baby faces we used to be.

Last night we had one of those conversations.  You know, the ones that keeps you up way later than you should've been?  Like, it's 1am right now and I'm just typing this and my proofreader just laid down in bed so if there are a ton of typos, it's on me.  We had one of those conversations that snaked it's way starting in one place and ending somewhere completely different.  He was talking about his PT appointment and how his doctor is basically just an immature man child.  The more he talked about his antics, the more irritated I got because it's not really the behavior you want from a doctor.  He compared him to this d-bag co-worker he has and how he thought he was actually worse than him.  (This guy has a reputation for being a total self engrossed wanker and to be compared to him is like the worst insult ever.)  This led us to talking about other wanker man children in our lives, one of them being the Mr's former friend from childhood.

Long story short, this person betrayed the Mr after he confided in him and our lives were never the same.  To look back on our early dating years, times that should've been filled with nothing but hearts and unicorns was filled with a lot of tears, pain and betrayal from not only that person but another man child who is related to the Mr.  We will occasionally get to talking about those times and all we sacrificed just to be together.  The Mr's relationship with his family changed drastically because I pointed out how much he was being controlled by them and he was an adult and needed to stick up for himself.  He lost a lot of friends due to distance (he moved 2 hours away) and just not taking people's crap anymore.  One of those relationships, with the best man at our wedding, has had no closure and it still upsets him.  We have surmised as we rehash on occasion that this person would've left abruptly regardless of who he was with and it had nothing to do with the Mr.  It still doesn't make it any easier to take when someone just drops out of your life.  I've had it happen to me as well and it's probably the easiest way to slowly torture yourself.  We lamented over the things that we had to go through that no one else seemed to have to endure. We still feel the aftereffects of other people's decision even 25 years later.  Obviously we've overcome them and our long lasting relationship is a really nice big eff you to the people who tried to keep us apart.  But it would be a lie to say that we don't mourn the chance we were robbed of to just go through a "normal" dating experience with our friends and family intact.

But the Mr said he'd do it all again if it meant we were where we are now.  One thing I always got so mad about early on (okay and now as well) is when he was getting taken advantage of.  His family (sans father) knew how to play him like a fiddle and his life was not his own.  The reason I was blamed for him "changing" is because I encouraged him to stand up for himself.  It took many years for that to happen because he was willing sacrifice his own happiness for everyone else to be happy.  I still see his work taking advantage of him and it takes me right back to those days.  He is slightly better than he used to be on that front but still.  He said we are truly soulmates and he doesn't use that in the blase way that people refer to the person they love at the moment.  He said I was more than a wife, friend, something else I won't repeat but that he truly feels like my old soul was sent to teach his new soul lessons he just couldn't learn on his own.  I know, sweet, right?

He said when we go through these sessions of talking about our rocky road to where we are now, we always come out with a knowledge or a puzzle piece we didn't have before.  I think maybe this time was for him to realize that guilt he was harboring over how he left some situations with people weren't entirely on him.  It needed to be noted that other people had a choice to get in contact with him and didn't, it wasn't just him that didn't call.  I think so often were either in one camp or another...either you take on all of the responsibility for why something didn't work out or you take no responsibility.  The fact is, everyone has responsibility for a situation going south and if no one steps forward to rectify it, then it didn't mean that much to either of you.  There's no shame in's just how it is.  So I hope that lifted a little burden off of him.  Our conversation ended with me crying for no reason.  I had no idea why I did but he said he suspected maybe it was just releasing some of that old hurt.  Crying for that bride to be who finally had to say to her future in laws "everyone is so damn worried about how "Bob" feels but no one cares about how the bride feels and what she's being asked to do."  Crying for missing out on a chance to have a second family instead of feeling like an outcast that wrecked everything.  Crying for the Mr not having anyone he could truly trust and turn to in his time of need that was worthy of the privilege.

I know we'll discuss it again at some point and some people wonder if we ever feel like we missed out by not getting to "sow our wild oats" when we were teenagers.  I often wondered that myself for the Mr, especially being a child of divorced teen parents.  Somewhere in the dark recesses I was terrified he'd wake up one day realizing he'd given up too much to be with me.  But if I had any doubts, they were alleviated last night after the Mr explained in a very loving way that basically I was worth the turmoil we had to go through.

So Mr, I'm glad I knew you when I was young and I'll be honored to know you when we are old.

I love you.

How old were you when you met your spouse?

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Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Weather Envy

I know people getting slammed by Stella are griping about having to shovel out of the current snowstorm but snow people like myself are quite jealous.  The only time this season we had to snowshoe was our Christmas week in Vermont and that was last year so you know, we've had NOTHING this winter season in my neck of the woods.  Many days, I find myself checking out the trails at Trapp Family Lodge where we snow shoed in Vermont.

One day in early January, I actually sat there for 20 minutes watching this little girl gleefully play by herself in the snow.  It made me so happy, I actually screenshot it...

A couple of times she flopped down and made snow angels, snow balls that she tossed in the air and then took her little spoon sled she's throwing around and attempted to sled a 12 inch "hill" by the yurt on the right.  I sat there watching her with tears in my eyes so happy at that freedom she had.  I prayed that she was enjoying that moment and would remember it when she's my age.  That's what snow is all about for me.  It represents that childhood innocence.  The excitement of a snow day off school when you bundled up in your snowsuit and played until you had the cold sweats, a runny nose and numb fingers.  A time when you'd watch the snow fall and think of the fun you'd have, not gripe about the long commute to work and the idiots who don't know how to drive in it.  A time when you looked at the weather through the eyes of a child and not as a jaded adult.  

Of course yesterday I had to check out the trails as Stella made her way in.  I gasped at the sight.

Early in and they already have a base.  You know what we have?  Nothing.  Again.  You know I'm desperately jonesing for a way to talk the Mr into driving out there Friday morning, shoeing on Saturday and then making the long drive back Sunday.  He'll never go for it especially since we're going on our getaway a few days later but still, it's nice to dream.  It's nice to think of showshoeing up to the chapel again and ringing the bell in victory.  It's nice to think of how the wind never touched us because we were sheltered by the tall trees from it as we were on the trail.  Or to laugh as we blinked off the snowflakes that stayed on our nose and eyelashes.  I miss that so much.

So if you're in the path of Stella and find yourself groaning about more snow to shovel (one of our favorite cardio activities by the way.  We literally fight over who gets to do it when it snows and yes, if we lived closer to you, we'd totally come by and do it for you), think of the people like us.  People who just want to slide on their thermals, put on their balaclavas and thick gloves and act like kids in the snow.  Get out there and be a kid again yourself...adulthood can wait an hour.

Do you have snow where you are?

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