I grew up here in the San Francisco area, so I should be used to this warm November weather, but some deep instinctual human part of me yearns for the snap of winter air around this time. We generally get that kind of air in July, through days and nights of chilly, sight line reducing fog. But its November now, Thanksgiving is a few days away and I am still wondering when I should put the short sleeve shirts away.
Here in SF…
…Thanksgiving can be a picnic, outside, on the beach… if you so choose! No reason to remain shut inside with the smell of burnt rolls and singed marshmallows making you ill. No need for a kids table either. Just give them a roll, a drumstick and some olives for the fingers and push them into the backyard. In the pool. Don’t forget sunscreen.
…It’s not biting cold and freezing ice you have to worry about at the post Thanksgiving Friday shopping rush. No, it’s more about finding a parking spot in a shaded area so you can utilize the steering wheel on the way home without burning your hands. It's also hard to cram in craploads of presents around craploads of beach and biking gear in the trunk.
…Christmas tree lots are built up with tents to keep the sunshine from fading the green trees and wilting the poinsettias. A snow covered tree is not something you can see from your back window. It’s that flocked pine my dad always wants to talk my Mom into getting one year. Maybe a nice flocking of blue? And by the way, anyone walking around the tree lots in hats, gloves and scarves are doing so for a family Christmas card photo. And they are sweating. Badly.
…Native Californians dream not of a White Christmas, instead they dream of the week between Christmas and New Years being spent in snowy Lake Tahoe. That is, if we have gotten enough snow to cover the ground at that point. As a kid, one year I challenged God to prove his existence by making it snow on Christmas. Yeah, I have a feeling I am STILL paying penalties for that one.
…The Christmas trees in our houses are fire hazards by mid December, despite the sad icicle effect of tinsel draped on the branches. Adults don’t dare smoke by them, and children keep their distance, lest two branches rub together and set off sparks.
But here I am on a Tuesday before Thanksgiving, wearing a turtleneck, by god! Desperate for a little seasonal spirit, I bought these little tiny fake trees at Long’s. Little pine trees with tiny pine needles dusted with tiny flecks of some kind of no doubt flammable fake snow substance. I carried them back to work carefully, setting them atop my cubicle wall, on display for all to see.
It’s the first sign of winter for us!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Of Sickness, Leaves and Thanksgiving
Home sick for a few days, so it was nice to get outside today for a little leaf sweeping after all that couch time.
Sunny and warm for the am, cold and foggy by 3pm. Typical coast weather. I am sure the neighbors get a good chuckle out of watching the crazy lady sweep the leaves YET AGAIN, knowing full well they will pile up by the next afternoon. Well, I use the sweeping as an excuse to get out and get moving, thus keeping my Weight Watchers activity points up and my weight down. Laugh that off! (34 pounds and going...)
Thanksgiving is just around the corner, so I went out today to get some "traditional" supplies:
Stove Top Stuffing - this gift from God is not to be scoffed at. It’s the perfect combination of bread crumbs, dried stuff and seasoning. No chance of something like walnuts or oysters showing up in it, either. Use a little chicken broth in place of water and suddenly, it’s HOMEMADE! BONUS - 20 minutes preparing...instead of 6 hours!
Turkey Gravy - jarred and ready to drop into the saucepan. I suppose if I cared, I would make gravy. But I don’t care.
Yams - One look at a real Yam and the canned, ready to serve version and I’ll let you guess which one I chose. Put some marshmallows on top, some brown sugar and guess what? HOMEMADE!
Olives - Nothing says Thanksgiving like seeing a kid with Black Olives stuffed on each finger. I always get 6-8 cans, cause most tend to be eaten BEFORE the meal actually starts. Extra large, PITTED. Yeah, I made that mistake one year.
Cranberry Sauce - If it doesn’t have the ridges of the can embedded in it’s jellied form...it ain’t cranberry sauce. Now, in all honesty, I also bought a bag of real cranberries so I could try making the REAL version. Just for a few laughs.
Jell-O instant pudding - Butterscotch flavor. Mix this up with some cool whip, spread into graham cracker crusts, and freeze overnight. A fall dessert my niece and nephews loved last year, so I’ll make it again. And yes, I consider this one...HOMEMADE!
Sunny and warm for the am, cold and foggy by 3pm. Typical coast weather. I am sure the neighbors get a good chuckle out of watching the crazy lady sweep the leaves YET AGAIN, knowing full well they will pile up by the next afternoon. Well, I use the sweeping as an excuse to get out and get moving, thus keeping my Weight Watchers activity points up and my weight down. Laugh that off! (34 pounds and going...)
Thanksgiving is just around the corner, so I went out today to get some "traditional" supplies:
Stove Top Stuffing - this gift from God is not to be scoffed at. It’s the perfect combination of bread crumbs, dried stuff and seasoning. No chance of something like walnuts or oysters showing up in it, either. Use a little chicken broth in place of water and suddenly, it’s HOMEMADE! BONUS - 20 minutes preparing...instead of 6 hours!
Turkey Gravy - jarred and ready to drop into the saucepan. I suppose if I cared, I would make gravy. But I don’t care.
Yams - One look at a real Yam and the canned, ready to serve version and I’ll let you guess which one I chose. Put some marshmallows on top, some brown sugar and guess what? HOMEMADE!
Olives - Nothing says Thanksgiving like seeing a kid with Black Olives stuffed on each finger. I always get 6-8 cans, cause most tend to be eaten BEFORE the meal actually starts. Extra large, PITTED. Yeah, I made that mistake one year.
Cranberry Sauce - If it doesn’t have the ridges of the can embedded in it’s jellied form...it ain’t cranberry sauce. Now, in all honesty, I also bought a bag of real cranberries so I could try making the REAL version. Just for a few laughs.
Jell-O instant pudding - Butterscotch flavor. Mix this up with some cool whip, spread into graham cracker crusts, and freeze overnight. A fall dessert my niece and nephews loved last year, so I’ll make it again. And yes, I consider this one...HOMEMADE!
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Gift giving gone wrong
A quick list of Christmas gifts I will NOT be purchasing this year.
#1 - An Airplane window. Yes, you read that right. The website Uncommon Goods is offering up, for your consideration, an actual airplane panel...complete with a window, as this year’s holiday gift to give. Yours for a mere $1500. Integrate it into your house. Somehow.
#2 - Kota, the big ass animatronics Triceratops. Because Playskool feels every child should have a $250 stuffed animal that the child can actually sit on. And run in terror from when the battery short circuits and Kota starts coming after the kid.
#3 - The cashmere infant collection from Restoration Hardware for kids. WTF? CASHMERE...on a puking, drooling, not yet housebroken infant. Who puts cashmere on an infant? I’ve never even seen christening outfits dare to use such outrageous fabrics in their design. Yes, I can’t wait to watch my 5month old niece barf her formula all over a $129 cable knit cashmere one piece outfit.
#4 - Anything that has the following combination of words in the description: tickle me, laughing, singing, chicken dancing, ELMO, rocking, joking, etc. I don’t care if these dolls are cheap. This breed of toy falls into the "god I hate them, let me get their kid something like this" category.
#5 - A Lexus - No matter how many times the Big Red Bow Event commercial shows up on my Television set... it’s not going to happen. I will not be purchasing a $40,000 car for anyone I know, let alone myself.
So FYI family and friends...no airplane windows, no cashmere for baby and no Lexus.
#1 - An Airplane window. Yes, you read that right. The website Uncommon Goods is offering up, for your consideration, an actual airplane panel...complete with a window, as this year’s holiday gift to give. Yours for a mere $1500. Integrate it into your house. Somehow.
#2 - Kota, the big ass animatronics Triceratops. Because Playskool feels every child should have a $250 stuffed animal that the child can actually sit on. And run in terror from when the battery short circuits and Kota starts coming after the kid.
#3 - The cashmere infant collection from Restoration Hardware for kids. WTF? CASHMERE...on a puking, drooling, not yet housebroken infant. Who puts cashmere on an infant? I’ve never even seen christening outfits dare to use such outrageous fabrics in their design. Yes, I can’t wait to watch my 5month old niece barf her formula all over a $129 cable knit cashmere one piece outfit.
#4 - Anything that has the following combination of words in the description: tickle me, laughing, singing, chicken dancing, ELMO, rocking, joking, etc. I don’t care if these dolls are cheap. This breed of toy falls into the "god I hate them, let me get their kid something like this" category.
#5 - A Lexus - No matter how many times the Big Red Bow Event commercial shows up on my Television set... it’s not going to happen. I will not be purchasing a $40,000 car for anyone I know, let alone myself.
So FYI family and friends...no airplane windows, no cashmere for baby and no Lexus.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
The Charmin Bears need to go.
OK, I cannot be the only person who is tired of seeing those damn bears on the Charmin toilet paper commercials. You know the ones. Big orange colored bears running around the woods proclaiming the joys of utilizing Charmin toilet paper? Bears with "issues" regarding over usage of paper and the trauma of bits of paper being left on their backsides?
First Problem: Every time the ads appears on my screen, violating my otherwise mundane commercial space, I cannot help but harken back to the old joke..."Does a bear **** in the woods?". Did none of the advertising geniuses that devised this commercial ever think of that?
Second Problem: The depiction of the "baby bear" sitting next to the tree, reaching for toilet paper is just short of scat pornography! That image is so very wrong; why is there no door for some privacy? That tree isn't even wide enough to cover the view of the damn baby bear's backside!
Third problem: I REALLY don't want to see the bear's backside covered in tiny bits of toilet paper. Is this a problem we need to address on national television? Have we lost all sense of personal dignity? The "mama bear" chasing the "baby bear" down with broom and vacuum cleaner? At this point I am ready to stab my eyes out.
At Target the other day (I am a glutton for punishment, aren't I?) I saw the stacks of Charmin rolls bearing (no pun intended) images of orange hued, obsessive compulsive bears and had to leave the aisle before I lost control and flung them off the shelves at random aisle dwellers.
So there it is people...the pet peeve I cannot avoid if I want to watch television. Am I the only one who finds these ads repulsive?
First Problem: Every time the ads appears on my screen, violating my otherwise mundane commercial space, I cannot help but harken back to the old joke..."Does a bear **** in the woods?". Did none of the advertising geniuses that devised this commercial ever think of that?
Second Problem: The depiction of the "baby bear" sitting next to the tree, reaching for toilet paper is just short of scat pornography! That image is so very wrong; why is there no door for some privacy? That tree isn't even wide enough to cover the view of the damn baby bear's backside!
Third problem: I REALLY don't want to see the bear's backside covered in tiny bits of toilet paper. Is this a problem we need to address on national television? Have we lost all sense of personal dignity? The "mama bear" chasing the "baby bear" down with broom and vacuum cleaner? At this point I am ready to stab my eyes out.
At Target the other day (I am a glutton for punishment, aren't I?) I saw the stacks of Charmin rolls bearing (no pun intended) images of orange hued, obsessive compulsive bears and had to leave the aisle before I lost control and flung them off the shelves at random aisle dwellers.
So there it is people...the pet peeve I cannot avoid if I want to watch television. Am I the only one who finds these ads repulsive?
Thursday, November 13, 2008
The Bird, Daylight and me
So, this parakeet I inherited is not enjoying the whole daylight savings time thing.
He used to enjoy a few hours of "cage free" time when I returned home from work each evening. He’d strut around my floor, crapping with gay abandon while chirping to himself in ecstasy over the damn bird toy he pushes around.
Daylight savings changed all that.
I would arrive home to find this sullen bird hunched on the lower perch, shrouded in darkness and trembling with rage. Angry at the sun for abandoning him; furious with me for allowing this indignity to befall him. So I thought to myself…why not put a timer on the lamp that sits next to his cage.
Easy fix, right? WRONG.
My First Mistake: I go to Target to purchase a timer (see previous post about evils of Target shopping). I end up in the Xmas section, in the aisle commonly referred to as "that special part of hell where they keep all the fancy electrical components that make firing up all those lights, inflatable snow globes and dancing elves on people’s front lawn possible". After tossing aside numerous spotlights, 100 foot extension cords, fuses and fire extinguishers, I find a $5 timer.
OK, now, it says to plug this timer into the wall directly, with the light plugged directly into the front of the timer.
ISSUE ONE: The lamp is currently plugged into an extension cord that is plugged into an electrical outlet. The electrical outlet sits behind these massive bookshelves.
ISSUE TWO: The timer bears a three prong wall receptor…every single one of my 8 different extension cords will only marry a two prong receptor. Bigots.
My Second Mistake: So I move the massive bookshelves forward, knocking over some crap I don’t know why I still have, loosening the precariously stapled on back panel of the case, and hurting my spleen, I think.
I plug the timer into the wall. I plug the two prong extension cord to the front of the timer. I run the extension cord to the lamp cord and plug in the lamp. I heave a sigh of relief and begin to push the bookshelves back into place.
ISSUE THREE: The bookshelves now stop a good 8 inches from the wall. Why, you ask? The timer connected to the outlet is 3 inches thick. The extension cord prong hanging off the front of the timer is about 3 inches long now. Interesting. Did anyone QA this design before releasing it to the public? I think not.
My Third Mistake: I pull the bookshelves out again, re-damaging the precariously stapled back of the unit. I tear the timer out of the wall. I struggle to push the bookshelves back into place against the wall. I hear something pop in my body, and I am not sure where or what it was.
ISSUE FOUR: The only other outlet is across the floor, halfway up the wall (don’t ask).
So now, every morning, the last thing I do before I exit the house is plug in this 10 foot extension cord from the lamp cord to the opposite side of the room, connected to the timer in an outlet halfway up the wall.
I swear I hear the bird laugh every time I do this.
He used to enjoy a few hours of "cage free" time when I returned home from work each evening. He’d strut around my floor, crapping with gay abandon while chirping to himself in ecstasy over the damn bird toy he pushes around.
Daylight savings changed all that.
I would arrive home to find this sullen bird hunched on the lower perch, shrouded in darkness and trembling with rage. Angry at the sun for abandoning him; furious with me for allowing this indignity to befall him. So I thought to myself…why not put a timer on the lamp that sits next to his cage.
Easy fix, right? WRONG.
My First Mistake: I go to Target to purchase a timer (see previous post about evils of Target shopping). I end up in the Xmas section, in the aisle commonly referred to as "that special part of hell where they keep all the fancy electrical components that make firing up all those lights, inflatable snow globes and dancing elves on people’s front lawn possible". After tossing aside numerous spotlights, 100 foot extension cords, fuses and fire extinguishers, I find a $5 timer.
OK, now, it says to plug this timer into the wall directly, with the light plugged directly into the front of the timer.
ISSUE ONE: The lamp is currently plugged into an extension cord that is plugged into an electrical outlet. The electrical outlet sits behind these massive bookshelves.
ISSUE TWO: The timer bears a three prong wall receptor…every single one of my 8 different extension cords will only marry a two prong receptor. Bigots.
My Second Mistake: So I move the massive bookshelves forward, knocking over some crap I don’t know why I still have, loosening the precariously stapled on back panel of the case, and hurting my spleen, I think.
I plug the timer into the wall. I plug the two prong extension cord to the front of the timer. I run the extension cord to the lamp cord and plug in the lamp. I heave a sigh of relief and begin to push the bookshelves back into place.
ISSUE THREE: The bookshelves now stop a good 8 inches from the wall. Why, you ask? The timer connected to the outlet is 3 inches thick. The extension cord prong hanging off the front of the timer is about 3 inches long now. Interesting. Did anyone QA this design before releasing it to the public? I think not.
My Third Mistake: I pull the bookshelves out again, re-damaging the precariously stapled back of the unit. I tear the timer out of the wall. I struggle to push the bookshelves back into place against the wall. I hear something pop in my body, and I am not sure where or what it was.
ISSUE FOUR: The only other outlet is across the floor, halfway up the wall (don’t ask).
So now, every morning, the last thing I do before I exit the house is plug in this 10 foot extension cord from the lamp cord to the opposite side of the room, connected to the timer in an outlet halfway up the wall.
I swear I hear the bird laugh every time I do this.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
My issues with Target
Issue #1 - I innocently show up, list in hand, to get my Q-Tips and Dr Pepper. An hour later and down $250 bucks, I slink out, clutching overstuffed bags filled with scented candles, kitchen towels, melamine scroll plates that were a mere $2 a plate (8 plates of course), a shower curtain, Dr Pepper, some new shoes, a swell looking new filing cabinet, the new South Park DVD collection, 3 sets of Legos and no Q-tips!
Issue #2 - Apparently, Nebraska isn’t the only place people are abandoning their out of control children. Target is not a park! Those clothes racks are not jungle gyms, and the toy should be purchased BEFORE a child is allowed to fling it at his sister’s head. No, I don’t think your one year old is cute running around with a cat litter box on his head. I don’t think it’s amusing when your kid throws a ball into a light fixture, either. I did enjoy watching your kid fall flat on her face though. No, that wasn’t my cart that hit her, I swear.
Issue #3 - How did Target get away with designing aisles that fit no more than one cart at a time? I spend more time looking for a clear aisle I can maneuver into in order to get to the back section to go about 3 aisles North in order to go down the toothpaste aisle so I can get back into the Ziploc bag aisle going in the opposite direction and then maybe I will end up in the Q-Tip aisle in the right direction!
Issue #4 - I don’t need to start thinking about Christmas in August while purchasing school supplies. Easter is not on my mind in December when I am searching for candy canes and run into stacks of Peeps. And another thing, get rid of the Christmas CD Kiosk NOW...it’s a magnet for the abandoned children (mentioned above) who think it’s fun to continually switch the CD speaker from Alvin and the Chipmunks to Deck the Halls with Eminem.
Issue #5 - You have 26 checkout stands, right? ACTIVATE THEM.
Issue #6 - I forgot one more thing about the aisle design...what is with the need for that big column that takes up half the space in every other aisle?
Issue #7 - Who are these people who think it’s perfectly acceptable to simply stop walking, cart and all, in the middle of a main aisle? If you are that lost and simply want out of the whole Target experience, pull your cart over to the side of the aisle and cry there. Let the stronger ones pass! We have to get to the Q-Tip aisle, come hell or high water.
Issue #8 - This applies to Target stores that are connected to an opening into the main mall: Your "James Bond " method of keeping the Target carts in the Target stores and not in the mall seems cool. Until my Target cart locks up in the makeup section because of some invisible line I’ve crossed. And I’m not talking about the "I can wear that color eye shadow still, right?" line, either.
Issue #9 - Is it really necessary to have all the sample televisions on different channels? At top stereo sound? This is just wrong, and couple that with the fact that you have the video game kiosks set up next to them is just madness.
Issue #10 - Checkout clerks, please refrain from asking me "did you find everything you needed?". This question will undoubtedly cause me to remember the Q-Tips and I will then be forced to re-enter the madness and start all over again.
Issue #2 - Apparently, Nebraska isn’t the only place people are abandoning their out of control children. Target is not a park! Those clothes racks are not jungle gyms, and the toy should be purchased BEFORE a child is allowed to fling it at his sister’s head. No, I don’t think your one year old is cute running around with a cat litter box on his head. I don’t think it’s amusing when your kid throws a ball into a light fixture, either. I did enjoy watching your kid fall flat on her face though. No, that wasn’t my cart that hit her, I swear.
Issue #3 - How did Target get away with designing aisles that fit no more than one cart at a time? I spend more time looking for a clear aisle I can maneuver into in order to get to the back section to go about 3 aisles North in order to go down the toothpaste aisle so I can get back into the Ziploc bag aisle going in the opposite direction and then maybe I will end up in the Q-Tip aisle in the right direction!
Issue #4 - I don’t need to start thinking about Christmas in August while purchasing school supplies. Easter is not on my mind in December when I am searching for candy canes and run into stacks of Peeps. And another thing, get rid of the Christmas CD Kiosk NOW...it’s a magnet for the abandoned children (mentioned above) who think it’s fun to continually switch the CD speaker from Alvin and the Chipmunks to Deck the Halls with Eminem.
Issue #5 - You have 26 checkout stands, right? ACTIVATE THEM.
Issue #6 - I forgot one more thing about the aisle design...what is with the need for that big column that takes up half the space in every other aisle?
Issue #7 - Who are these people who think it’s perfectly acceptable to simply stop walking, cart and all, in the middle of a main aisle? If you are that lost and simply want out of the whole Target experience, pull your cart over to the side of the aisle and cry there. Let the stronger ones pass! We have to get to the Q-Tip aisle, come hell or high water.
Issue #8 - This applies to Target stores that are connected to an opening into the main mall: Your "James Bond " method of keeping the Target carts in the Target stores and not in the mall seems cool. Until my Target cart locks up in the makeup section because of some invisible line I’ve crossed. And I’m not talking about the "I can wear that color eye shadow still, right?" line, either.
Issue #9 - Is it really necessary to have all the sample televisions on different channels? At top stereo sound? This is just wrong, and couple that with the fact that you have the video game kiosks set up next to them is just madness.
Issue #10 - Checkout clerks, please refrain from asking me "did you find everything you needed?". This question will undoubtedly cause me to remember the Q-Tips and I will then be forced to re-enter the madness and start all over again.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Weight Watchers and me
So back in July I decided to join the Weight Watchers group here at work. I had been watching and seen the incredible shrinking people emerge from the meeting room each week, and finally decided that I, too, would join in on the "fun".
First Rule of WW Club: Everyone knows you are in the club! I signed in that first day, daring to glance about me as others filed in. There were people there I knew, and others I had passed in the hallway many times before. Damn, no hiding.
Second Rule of WW Club: Flex plan good, Core plan bad! I read the guide thoroughly, and Flex plan had words like "any foods" and "point system" and "Dr Pepper OK" and "happy people" and "eating is good". The Core plan had words like "not on Core" and "NO" and "put that Dr Pepper back, it's not CORE". I'll let you guess which plan I chose.
Third Rule of WW Club: Meetings are not just for the leader to attend! Every Monday, like lemmings, we showed up to weigh in and commiserate with our semester buddies about things like Monday weigh-ins being sick and wrong, how Burger Joints unfairly release food fumes into the air for us to smell, and how a trip to the store has become an exercise in extreme discipline. It's really the best part of the week.
Fourth Rule of WW Club: What you wear to weigh in counts, literally! I learned very quickly that jeans are bad, and those lightweight capris of mine are the best to have on hand. Every Monday. Clean or dirty. Also, taking off your sweater before stepping on the scale is OK. Taking off your belt is OK. Taking off all jewelry and removing wallet is OK. Taking off makeup does not help, however.
Fifth Rule of WW Club: Journal, Journal, Journal! From the moment I started with WW, I wrote down every single thing that I dared eat. It sounds anal and wrong, but let me tell you, there is no crying in the WW club when you gain (or don't lose) and can look back at your week and see things like "15 tootsie rolls" and "7 Dr Peppers" and "I don't remember, but it was sugary and good" on your journal!
Sixth Rule of WW Club: You want results? You must earn them! There is no magic potion, and simply showing up and weighing in does not make the pounds disappear. It's weeks of eating proper foods and portions (One Dr Pepper - 3 points. Turkey Sandwich on Wheat with Swiss - 7 points. Bakes Lays - 3 points). It's nights staring at the TV and wondering why you want that snack when you aren't even hungry. It's going out to dinner and forcing yourself to leave half of it on the plate...ignoring the "there are starving people in the world" voice in your head. It's WORK.
BUT...if you hang in there, and obey the rules of the WW Club, and show up, and weigh in, and share your fears and hopes with the group that you now consider your "peeps", you can make it.
I am living proof - 32 pounds lighter and showing it!
First Rule of WW Club: Everyone knows you are in the club! I signed in that first day, daring to glance about me as others filed in. There were people there I knew, and others I had passed in the hallway many times before. Damn, no hiding.
Second Rule of WW Club: Flex plan good, Core plan bad! I read the guide thoroughly, and Flex plan had words like "any foods" and "point system" and "Dr Pepper OK" and "happy people" and "eating is good". The Core plan had words like "not on Core" and "NO" and "put that Dr Pepper back, it's not CORE". I'll let you guess which plan I chose.
Third Rule of WW Club: Meetings are not just for the leader to attend! Every Monday, like lemmings, we showed up to weigh in and commiserate with our semester buddies about things like Monday weigh-ins being sick and wrong, how Burger Joints unfairly release food fumes into the air for us to smell, and how a trip to the store has become an exercise in extreme discipline. It's really the best part of the week.
Fourth Rule of WW Club: What you wear to weigh in counts, literally! I learned very quickly that jeans are bad, and those lightweight capris of mine are the best to have on hand. Every Monday. Clean or dirty. Also, taking off your sweater before stepping on the scale is OK. Taking off your belt is OK. Taking off all jewelry and removing wallet is OK. Taking off makeup does not help, however.
Fifth Rule of WW Club: Journal, Journal, Journal! From the moment I started with WW, I wrote down every single thing that I dared eat. It sounds anal and wrong, but let me tell you, there is no crying in the WW club when you gain (or don't lose) and can look back at your week and see things like "15 tootsie rolls" and "7 Dr Peppers" and "I don't remember, but it was sugary and good" on your journal!
Sixth Rule of WW Club: You want results? You must earn them! There is no magic potion, and simply showing up and weighing in does not make the pounds disappear. It's weeks of eating proper foods and portions (One Dr Pepper - 3 points. Turkey Sandwich on Wheat with Swiss - 7 points. Bakes Lays - 3 points). It's nights staring at the TV and wondering why you want that snack when you aren't even hungry. It's going out to dinner and forcing yourself to leave half of it on the plate...ignoring the "there are starving people in the world" voice in your head. It's WORK.
BUT...if you hang in there, and obey the rules of the WW Club, and show up, and weigh in, and share your fears and hopes with the group that you now consider your "peeps", you can make it.
I am living proof - 32 pounds lighter and showing it!
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Welcome and Introductions
So welcome to my little blog...
I am a writer at heart
A comedienne by mental necessity
A fan of old school Popeye cartoons
An analyst by trade and a need to live and pay bills
A rabid fan of Silent and Pre-code movies by a need as yet unknown
An aunt of 10 by my family's ability to breed
A Californian by birthright
A fan of musical theatre by simple birthday introduction years ago
A lover of antique furniture by some need to have history surrounding me
A Dr Pepper drinker and defender
A beachcomber in search of more little plastic white elephants
A collector of vintage photography left to rot in antique stores
A collector of cameras responsible for the aforementioned photographs
A Luddite who finally went digital last year
That's about all I can think of for now...hopefully the introduction does not scare you off. If so, you shouldn't read anymore anyway then.
I am a writer at heart
A comedienne by mental necessity
A fan of old school Popeye cartoons
An analyst by trade and a need to live and pay bills
A rabid fan of Silent and Pre-code movies by a need as yet unknown
An aunt of 10 by my family's ability to breed
A Californian by birthright
A fan of musical theatre by simple birthday introduction years ago
A lover of antique furniture by some need to have history surrounding me
A Dr Pepper drinker and defender
A beachcomber in search of more little plastic white elephants
A collector of vintage photography left to rot in antique stores
A collector of cameras responsible for the aforementioned photographs
A Luddite who finally went digital last year
That's about all I can think of for now...hopefully the introduction does not scare you off. If so, you shouldn't read anymore anyway then.
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