Monday, December 30, 2013
This is your doughness level
The last few days of the year. How did that happen?
More importantly, what the hell happened to me this month? We'll get to that.
I had my friend over Friday for brunch, we exchanged our gifts and gabbed. It was nice to see her even if it was a relatively short visit for us. Saturday was a day of returns/exchanges. The Mr got 2 pairs of the same yoga socks since my one grandma never got back to me that she bought those as an extra. So we took them back to the sporting goods store and put the refund toward the second 40 lb weight the Mr needed to complete the first half of the set he got from my mom. I took back a cute gift I got that I probably wouldn't use and ended up getting a new cookie sheet I needed, 3 rolls of Christmas wrapping paper and some cookie boxes for next year. We headed to World Market and I used my $10 off coupon. I got this great lilac hand cream, 4 treat bag patterns for my friend's cookies next year (I lamented I had to use Ziploc bags instead of festive ones this year) and two tea towels I plan to make into lumbar pillows for the bed. At $4 per towel and polyfil, I already had that'll save me about $40 from what I'd pay for something similar at Pottery Barn...and y'all know how I love the Pottery Barn. I tried to exchange the two tops I got from Old Navy that are just cut weird but I couldn't find them in the store. I guess I'll just have to keep them and hope I'll eventually get down into them. We did fit in one final Christmas event last night. We went to a light show at a park and while you'd think with it being a Sunday and after Christmas that less people would be there, it sure felt like half the city was there. It was nice to stroll the place for two hours and take in the holiday cheer for the last time this year. As we watched a light show, we both teared up a bit (okay fine, I cried) just thinking of the season coming to an end. Speaking of the season...
Lilo & Stitch fans may recognize this scene:
I have never felt more sick in my life. (I take that back, I feel close to the way I felt after eating Kauai in May.) I suspect if you were to wring me out, it'd be like wringing a refrigerated cookie dough log. We could NOT stop shoveling in the sweets and I'm pretty sure that when you don't need to shave your legs because of how bloated you are, it's the first step to admitting you have a problem. I don't know if the stress of my grandma's situation got to me or if I just used the excuse of it being the holidays to dive in head first. The water has been low, the pipes-clogged, the fingers-bloated, the jeans-tight, the face- puffy and the even my underwear fits weird. So...sorry all of you people who are stumbling upon my blog for the first time looking for inspiration. I'm probably a good 25 lbs of sodium and dough gain right now and feel like my teeth are going to fall out from sugar rot.
I've also been having nightmares in the same unresolved genre the past 3 nights (I'm actually writing this at 5am because I couldn't sleep after this one) and I know that my aptitude for nightmares goes up when I go to bed full. So that's always fun.
Here's where I'm supposed to go all health blogger on you with two days left in the year with my promises of what I'm going to do to reverse all of this damage. I'm not going to give you a list of resolutions. I loathe resolutions and I might as well say "here's a list of shit I have no intention of doing this year" because that's just how it is for me when declare something. When I say "I'm going to lose X pounds by X date because on paper, this is totally doable" my fat cells have a covert meeting saying "okay, we're going to make sure she gets about 2/3 of the way to her goal and then stall out."
I know what I need to do.
I know what's going to happen if I don't.
Whether I choose to fail or succeed is all in my hands right now. I don't need a pep talk or anything because while I appreciate the support, it's not about needing a virtual butt kick.
I've got some thinking to do.
Was I the only one to let things get seriously out of hand? I sure feel like it.
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