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So, I’ve been tracking all my food for the last ten days. I am trying to put more thought into what I put in my mouth, but I am not going crazy calorie counting or anything. I know a lifestyle change that places that many demands on my time is not going to stick. So it’s just simple, small changes. I’m eating breakfast. I’m eating lunch. I’m not eating out unless I’m out of town or something and have no choice. I’m using wraps instead of bread. I’m eating salad before dinner so I’m more satisfied, sooner. I am putting my food into Fat Secret, but only to see what my patterns are and to nip any bad habits I see cropping up. I am cooking for my family again…even the prepared foods are healthier than eating out.

Baby steps.

Mobile posts can #suckit

So, I’m doing that nablopomo thing that I can never spell, and I have had to reinstall my OS so, I’m not sure if I’ll even be able to get on my laptop before midnight. So here is your cheapo fillin post from my itouch. See? I posted.

Photo Credit: Josh Russel from Flickr

I know we aren’t in a position to have an exclusive relationship, and there are lots of other drivers in your life.  And that’s okay-maybe what I need to get off my bumper will help your other relationships, too.  I’m not a jealous woman.

Baby, I just wish you had paid a little more attention in driving school. It would make our relationship so much better.  I wouldn’t mind spending so much time with you if I felt like you paid attention to my needs, too.

It seems like you forget what that little lever hanging off of your steering wheel is for, sugar.  It’s called a B-L-I-N-K-E-R, or a turn signal.  You use it to let me know what your intentions are.  Generally before you follow through on said intentions.  It doesn’t do our relationship much good when you wait until you are already turning to signal, or don’t signal at all.  Also, it would be very helpful if you used your signal before you start braking-kind of like a warning to me, like a little “hey baby, I’ll see you later” note.  It may just keep me from rear-ending you, which I think is a little too freaky for this point in our little romance.  Oh, and one more suggestion?  When you see me waiting for you to pass before I pull into traffic, and you know you are turning before you cross in front of me, it would make me so happy if you winked your little blinker at me to let me know.  It’s kind of chivalrous and all, too.

Also?  When you come speeding up behind me and I move over to let you pass, it would be really nice if you would just pass me instead of hanging out beside me until I have to break my stride to avoid that other driver in front of me.  I know you like the rearview, sugar, and I know you want to be a man who stands beside me, but I also know how much you hate to have me break your stride, so please try to compromise with me.

That’s what makes a good relationship great.

XXOO,

Your Angel

So I am still going strong with the Wii Fit, yay!  I even bought a few additional games on eBay to keep me from being bored.  After having the advanced boxing on the Fit kick my ass, I bought a boxing game.  I was shocked at how boxing got my heart rate up!  I tried the run for the first time yesterday, too, and I barely made it half way, lol.  But, in my defense, running without a bra, even in place, SUCKS. I’m really proud of myself for not letting the craptastic week get in the way of my commitment to just get moving every day.  In the midst of Emergency Rooms and all the other nonsense, I took twenty minute for myself every single day.  It seems so simple, and yet it is vital to our outlook that we give something to ourselves.  We have to work on us before we can give to others. I haven’t lost any weight-in fact I gained a couple, but considering that I have been enjoying my favorite foods that I won’t be able to have when I start the low GI diet on Monday, I actually expected that.  I think I have PCOS, or PolyCystic Ovarian Disorder, and everything I’ve read says that women with PCOS benefit greatly from keeping to the foods on the low and lower moderate end of the glycemic index.  The disorder tends to be accompanied by insulin resistance, and a myriad of other symptoms I have just dealt with for *years*.  Including having a very difficult time losing weight, which explains why when I was working out more faithfully than my friends and eating healthier, I was losing half as much. In any case, in celebration of my 10th day loving the Wii Fit, I am giving away a Wii game!  Nintendo’s Disney Princess: Enchanted Forest has entertained my two little girls well, and I’d like to pass on the fun to someone else so I have another factory sealed game to give away. (It’s a $19.99 value according to Best Buy!)

By cheekysweetie

From Best Buy:

I flew out of Nashville at almost 7pm Monday evening, but I had an interesting exchange before boarding.  I was sitting in the Delta area, which was not my airline, but I was really into one of the books I picked up from BlissDom09, so I sat down to read since I was so early.  I glanced up now and again at the travelers passing by, and a nice looking gentleman caught my eye as he passed.  He flashed a friendly smile and I returned the favor, but went right back to my book afterward.  I noticed someone sit at the other end of the row I was seated at, but I didn’t think anything of it until he spoke, asking if I enjoyed reading.  When I raised my eyes, it was the man who has passed by moments earlier.  I answered that I did, and he introduced himself and asked my name.  I gave my name and shook his hand briefly, then went back to the novel.  Then he said he was just at a Christian media convention and he was exhausted after the publicity events he had attended.  I made a comment that I had attended a blogger convention and I was looking forward to getting home too.

It was then that the strange thing happened…and I’m not sure if I should be amused, offended, or just thankful, so I’m going with amused because, hey, I like to laugh!  He handed me a book, which he explained that he had written.  BTW, that was totally obvious by the photograph on the cover, hah!  I saw he had signed it for me, and I thanked him for his generosity.

The rub?  It was a Christian weight loss/fitness book.

Go on, it *is* pretty funny.  (For those of you who have not seen me, I am a big woman.  Not sloppy, but rather very curvy and solid with a giant Latina backside and a fairly small waist, comparatively-if that’s a word, lol.  In any case, he must have balls of steel or a very strong faith that God would temper any humiliation I may have felt at a total stranger pointing out to me in the kindest way-with a gift-that I have some work to do on my fitness level.)

He said something told him to come back and speak with me.  He went on to say he was heading to Charlotte, which I thought odd since that was where I was heading, too, but I wasn’t even sitting in the gate to the only flight heading to Charlotte, which of course he was on, as well.  (Holy run on sentence, Batman!)  He went on toward the correct gate, and I buried my nose right back in the novel I was reading.  Strange enough, he was sitting at the gate when I finally made my way there, but he disappeared before boarding started and I never saw him on the plane.

I had a bit of a panic attack when the plane took off, which is highly unusual for me.  I thought I was going to have to ask the flight attendant for help, but I was able to pray my way down from the ledge, so to speak.  I realized then that I do not like to fly at night.  But I got the whole row to myself and the staff on the plane was superb, so it wasn’t bad, overall.

I had a layover in Charlotte, and when I got off the first flight, I stopped to grab a sandwich and some veggies and dip at a food stand.  I then went straight to the gate my next flight left from.  I read, and ate, and boarded the next flight without anything unusual happening.  Or so I thought.

I had the row to myself again on my last flight from Charlotte to Orlando, and I managed to not have a nervous break down.  It seemed that we flew at a much lower altitude on this flight, as I could actually see the reflection of the full moon dashing across tributaries below.  I noted the lights at what appeared to be the shoreline and guessed we were over Savannah, but after looking at a map I believe it was Hilton Head that I was seeing.  Then we moved over open water and I could see the waves below.  It was actually quite hypnotic.    When we moved back over land I could make out the racetrack in Daytona, which was lit up like a Christmas tree, lol.  Before I knew it, we landed in O-town and I made my way to grab the shuttle to the satellite parking lot.

It wasn’t until I reached for my wallet to grab a tip for the driver that I realized my wallet was missing.  The next two hours are a bit of a blur from behind hysterical tears, but to make a long story short, I asked the driver to take me back to the airport, and I begged the first person I came across that was working for help.  He was a subcontractor cleaning the tile-not even an employee of the airport, but he spent thirty minutes trying to get me to someone that could help.  He was an angel that night-I’ve written a letter to the airport to praise his helpful spirit.  Eventually I was able to get someone to check the plane-I thought for sure it had fallen out of my tote when I placed it under the seat in front of me.  But it was not there.

I wound up having to use my mother’s credit card number over the phone to get my car out of the parking lot. I finally got on the road at about 2:30am and I drove home with $6 in my pocket, and no driver’s license.  I cried most of the way home.  I had to pull over to sleep a little bit in a convenience store parking lot, and I didn’t get home until around 5am.

I had to make all my calls the next day, canceling credit and debit cards, canceling an entire checkbook of checks, replacing my license, and trying to track down someone in Charlotte that knew if my wallet was turned in.  I didn’t even care if the $100 bill in it was missing-I just wanted to know my information was not out there in the wrong hands.  What is strange is there was no activity on the debit card that night.  You’d think if someone stole it they’d have racked up the charges before I could get to the bank in the morning.  And if it was found by someone without bad intentions, why didn’t they call me-my phone number is on my checks!

I still haven’t been able to get any information.  It was a really shitty end to a really amazing trip, and when I think about all that wholesome BlissDom09 and sweet baby goodness bookended by a three hour delay due to ice-ICE!!!! IN ORLANDO!!!-on the plane wings, and a lost or stolen wallet, it just seems so….bizarre.