Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Wayward Wednesday

What is it about Wednesday? I seemed to have developed this habit. Eat really well on Monday & Tuesday and go off track on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. By off track I mean one thing usually, not a whole day of eating poorly. Last Wednesday, it was 2 Smirnoff Ice at our monthly Bunko night. Thursday, it was a 16 oz. Texas Margarita at a co-worker’s birthday party. Friday, it was a cup of Haagen Daz ice cream. Otherwise, my eating those days had been just fine. This is something that I’ve noticed for a while now so it’s not that I have this active social life. Most nights, it’s me, my workouts, the computer and the TV. I’ve been fine all week. Today, at about 2:00, I suddenly had a craving for something sweet. I was standing in front of the vending machine trying to pick something when it dawned on me what day it was. Wednesday! I can’t say that anything I ate today triggered cravings because I’ve eaten the same things today that I ate yesterday. Protein shake, 2 cups tea, and 2 boiled eggs for breakfast, ½ apple and ¼ cup almonds for mid-morning snack, salad w/ 1 cheeseburger patty for lunch. I’ve got plain yogurt with fresh strawberries in the fridge for my afternoon snack. I’m not hungry. So, why did I get the urge for something sweet…and why was I so close to actually getting something? I made a promise to myself at the start of this week that I was not going to give in to the “Hump Day Crav-a-thon”. Yes, I’ve given it a name because it’s been happening far too frequently. I even started to try and rationalize it. “Oh, you’re going to get your nails done after work so you’ll need this so you don’t get hungry.” And, my personal favorite, “you can get it…just don’t eat dinner”. Whether I eat dinner or not, junk is junk. So, I ended up getting coffee w/ a little half and half instead. I’m writing this at 2:30. I get off work at 5:00. My co-worker just gave me a piece of Harry & David chocolate. Does the whole universe know that I’m craving something sweet? I swear this is some sort of conspiracy. After realizing what day it is, I don’t even want the chocolate. I’m determined to honor my promise to myself.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008


There are so many things going on that I haven't written about. My husband and I decided to sell one of our houses. The big one that we love so much. It's the closest thing to a dream home that I think we will ever find. It's not exactly the best time but we've reached a point in our lives and our relationship where we just think it needs to be done. We've been in a bit of a frenzy trying to do the things that we should have already done to the house over the 5 years we've lived there. We are almost done with the bathroom after, what is it now, 3 years? I'm tiling around the tub. My husband will finish by trimming up the tile and adding wainscot. And I'll go behind him and do the touch ups of the paint. Then we have to replace the island, floor and countertops in the kitchen. Luckily, the cabinets are in good shape. I just touched them up with some paint and added new pulls and now they look like new.

The big project is the basement. We've been trying to get someone to put up drywall but it hasn't really been easy. We're on our third contractor and we have yet to get an estimate. One guy actually had the nerve to show up intoxicated when he came to give us an estimate. We were supposed to have the house on the market by the end of April. It looks like it will be more toward the end of July before we're ready. I'm not stressing about it. The only time we have to work on the house is on the weekends so it's going to take as long as it takes. The longer we wait the better the market may get.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008


I'll be turning 35 in July and I went to my first, and probably last, baseball game this past Saturday. I remember watching baseball as a child and thinking how boring it was. It just seemed like a lot of standing around and every once in a while someone would actually hit the ball. Aside from it being the most boring sport after golf, maybe I dislike baseball because I wasn't any good at it in PE. Who am I kidding? I wasn't good at any sport in PE. I've just never been the athletic type. I rarely hit the ball and on the rare occasion that I did hit the ball, I never made it past 1st base.

Knowing that I don't like baseball, I rationlized going by telling myself that the tickets were free, it was something different to do, and it couldn't possibly be as boring in person as it is on TV. After sitting at the game for 2.5 hours, I can say with some authority that baseball is even more boring in person. At least on TV, the commercials break up the monotony. The game was between the Atlanta Braves and the Cincinnati Reds. I don't understand how these men stay in reasonable shape because there was more standing around than anything else. After 6 innings, the score was 2 to 1. How can anyone call this a sport? I can watch basketball with no problem because there is always some movement. Not so with baseball. They rarely hit the ball. Of course, if you don't hit the ball, there's no running.

Although it was a home game, I was rooting for the Reds for really no other reason than everyone else there was likely a Braves fan. I seem to like going against the crowd. Too bad the Reds absolutely sucked. The 1 time they scored, it was because one of their players stole his way to home base. My husband kept laying his head on my shoulder because he too was bored out of his mind. We left at the beginning of the 8th inning. The Braves had just scored two runs at the bottom of the 7th inning and apparently scored 5 more runs after we left. We really didn't care that we weren't there to see it.