Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Making the Hard Choices

Life is full of tough choices. Here are some I've been mulling over obsessively.

When I go camping this weekend:
  • What books do I take? And how many? I'm going to be gone for 4 days and it will be raining so...
  • How many pairs of socks/pants/etc. should I pack? 
  • Which shoes? [I agonized over this almost as long as the books. Again, it's supposed to rain. All. Weekend.] 
  • How will I make it through the whole weekend without gaining a bazillion pounds? I want to have my cake and eat it too. Or beer. Or chili dogs, whatever the particular "camping food/beverage" of choice happens to be. 
And then of course there's the "what am I forgetting?" that haunts me. I'm sure I'll remember whatever it is once I'm 2.5 hours away and in the middle of the woods.

Things I have forgotten on past camping trips:

  • pajamas
  • toothbrush (yeah, ew.)
  • toothpaste
  • deodorant
  • sunblock
  • bug spray
Thankfully, never all at once. 

Monday, May 10, 2010

Spring Has Sprung

Here are some pictures from my favorite place in Spokane.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Feed Me!

"Feed me, Seymore!"*

There's an interesting phenomenon that I've noticed recently. People want to feed me. My parents, my friends, my co-workers. I'm not starving (trying to lose weight actually). I'm not [that] broke. I'm not sad and alone and pathetic [at least I don't think so]. I'm not incapable of cooking. But for some reason others feel the need to invite me over, bring me food [at work] etc. 

And, really, who am I to turn my nose up at a free meal?

Maybe I send out a helpless vibe that makes others want to nurture me. Like this:

This will have to be studied most carefully. Maybe I can harness the power and use it to conquer the world for other things. 

*Seriously, if you don't get that quote--you suck at life. Watch THIS.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010


I had forgotten that tonight is Taco Tuesday at Azteca, which is funny because I've been craving Mexican food all day. (Must be all the talk of cinco de mayo). But even more so, I have been craving a strawberry margarita like nobodies business. For months, actually. I've completely given up alcohol for I-don't-know-how-long but tonight...screw it. I'm having a margarita. It's gonna be good. 

Monday, May 3, 2010

Don't Touch the Pudge

I have a general "hands off" policy when it comes to my chub. So when I'm at my gym frowning at the sign that says "Now offering one free personal training session" it's because I know better. Because I've done it before. And while there is nothing more helpful to those of us on a weight-loss journey than a personal trainer, there is also no greater nemesis than someone who will grab and measure the fat in various places of your body to find out what percentage of your body is indeed FAT.

I've lost around 25 lbs., which I'm proud of but damn if I haven't hit a wall. This would be a good time to have a session or two with a personal trainer but I just don't feel up to it. The whole fat grabbing/calculating thing turns me off (in more way than one).

On a completely different note, I've been considering going back to school--something I swore I'd never do. What can I say? I've had some time to get a little perspective. Mostly what it comes down to, school and weight-loss too for that matter, is that I need to take control of my life. I've tried being the passive "go with the flow" type and it just isn't me. I'm a planner. I am a control freak. I'm not happy any other way. 

I'm okay with that.