A-limpic Bike Riding

Things that have happened in the last week that I'm happy about:

1) Martinez arranged for a sitter and had a perfect date planned that included jewelry and cake.
    What can I say? I'm a lucky girl.

2)  I ate half more than half of this beautiful cake....that made me almost need to unbutton my pants at the table.  Don't worry yourself...I refrained from doing so... as I thought that might make my date less than romantic.

And I love new jewels..

3) LG's Halloween Costume arrived.
    I can stop stressing about getting one now.

4) Martinez and I purchased bikes.  That's right.  Bikes.  I made Martinez photograph me so I could see how far my cheeks hung off the seat.

I'm less than impressed.

5)  Dinner with one of my dearest friends (D) has been scheduled for next week...The story of how D and I met is a pretty grand one....but it's a blog post all in itself:) Right D?

6)  A weekend has been scheduled with two more of our dearest friends and I can't wait for that.

7) I'm having a love affair with my new steam mop......I cannot wait until I get to clean the bathroom tile and granite with my new attachments...like I'm getting antsy about it.

8) I found out that another of my dearest friends wants a Subway scented Scentsy brick.
 
    I swear I didn't make that up.

9) Aunt D sent me a fabulous book that made me laugh out loud.....and I will probably read it again.

10) LG likes eating fresh pears and cottage cheese.  Maybe she is mine after all? (If she starts squeezing the squares between her two front teeth with each bite- that'll be my true confirmation)

Things that have happened in the last week that I'm NOT happy about:

1) I scorched my hair all up again by trying to learn to use a curling iron.  It took me several months to liven it back up last time.  This counts for 10 things in itself.  Apparently, watching countless youtube videos and the few private tutorials I've had isn't enough.

Bicycle riding- Martinez family style-

We  I had a rough time.  The first ride was amazing. I thought I was on top of the world riding with the wind blowing through my hair (I refuse to wear a helmet...though I should be wearing a helmet daily now since I fried my hair all up again)...and I felt young...26 again.

The second ride....as a family....not so fun.  We bought one of those trailers so that we could all go as a family.  LG likes to "ride" her bicycle we got her for Easter....but she's still not quite there with the pedals obviously...and rollin her little behind around is getting old..

She loves going to ride in the trailer!  You can hear her little voice yelling "keep it going! Mommy! Keep it going! Mommy!"....which leads me to my point of...the second ride was rough....and I wasn't even pulling the trailer with LG!!!!
I couldn't make it up one of the hills....like...there was a burn in my thighs that made the wall sits I experienced in kickboxing seem like exercise for kindergartners.
I started to whine.  I'm sure you're surprised by that.

I had time to snap this photo....since I was WALKING my bike up the hill!  For those of you eye-rollin' b/c this hill looks small....TELL THAT TO MY THIGHS!!

Anyway, I managed to get back on.
I did a fabulous job riding down the hill.  You would have been impressed at my skills...until I tried to brake with the pedals and not the brakes on the handles.  Now....when I was a kid... I had a bike. In fact, I rode it a ton and wore it out...and I remember getting a brand new green and pink one for my birthday....but that one had gears..and I didn't ride it like my old one.
Apparently, I had issues with brakes on handle bars and gears even then.

After Martinez turned and saw my panicked look- he screamed to "use my brakes"(duh...I'm trying....don't you see me pushing backwards on my pedals?????) and pointed at my handle bars... so I was able to stop.
He possibly saved my life...

And then...there was another hill.  I braced myself for it. I tried to get my speed up.. but that constant clicking and jarring of the gears was stressing me out and I ran out of "ummpp" before even making a dent in that hill.
So I huffed and I puffed until I could blow a house down -but not pedal up a hill-and I walked my bike up that hill as well.
It is what it is.

I completed my ride and thought my chest was going to explode...it was the same feeling I had during kickboxing....and then while I was spasming in the floor with my red face thinking I was having a heart attack while LG laughed and Martinez watched......it hit me....this is going to be exercise........
Oh my.

The next ride... was me and LG only.  Martinez hooked the trailer to my bike and I rode her while he did the weed-eating.
I kept telling him that something was wrong with my bike b/c I keep getting jarred around.  He thought I was being dramatic and not trying hard enough...I'm not really sure why he would assume something like that...I mean....I would never dramatize something like exercise......so I pressed on...until something happened and my leg plunged into a pedal and I almost fell off....while trying to go up a small hill.
I finally got my balance and saw that my leg was beet red and in pain. ( I just realized that my description included the word "plunged"...perhaps I might be just a little dramatic because that just flew on my screen without any thought really).
I tried to pedal...but it just wouldn't go.  LG was clearly fed up with this whole escapade...as she was yelling "Go... I want to go mommy!".
Once again, I walked my bike...all the way home....which was about 30 seconds away.

The something that happened? My chain came off.  Martinez put it back on and then I insisted that he take my bike for a spin.  Verdict?? My bike IS messed up and something IS wrong with the gears/pedaling/something!!!!

I'm not sayin' that's the reason I didn't get up the hill...but at least it was satisfaction that I wasn't as clumsy as I thought....and I'm getting a new bike....and my leg looks like I lost a fight with some enraged chickens or buffalos or something.

So...I follow this one girl's blog who has lost over 100lbs!!
Anyway, she's not looking at her scale for the entire month of August.  The DeShazo and I are doing it too....well...only for two weeks b/c we both have commitment problems....even when something is our own idea.
It is what it is.

I took The DeShazo's advice...and I have a goal dress....

It looks so much bigger hanging up...but I can't breathe in that sucker.

Wish me luck....and The DeShazo!  She thinks about how many times she can weigh a day like I think about when I get to eat next.
It is what it is.


Until Next Time....

Ma'dam Martinez


*As always, sorry for the typos*

I'm too tired to have a title:)

***DISCLAIMER***
* I started this post last Thursday....and never finished....so just pretend it's still last Thursday for the beginning of this post...k?



I'm not sure when it really hit me that I only have three years left in my 20's...
I think it started with The DeShazo informing me a couple months ago that I would be 27 this July...and not 26 like I truly thought.
It hit hard this morning...while driving to work.  I am a radio channel surfer.  Just to be clear- I don't tv channel surf. Big difference.
I hate radio commercials.
Back on track- I was channel surfing and was really enjoying my ride to work...until I realized I was jamming to Hal Ketchum...and then I realized that I was listening to "classic" country. Not.OK. I'm getting old.  If Hal Ketchum hadn't come on... I probably would have kept listening to it!
I immediately switched stations.  I stopped to sing along with The Bangles....and then realized that that is even worse than the classic country ! What is happening??! I almost had a meltdown in my car....so I turned on LG's kid songs to complete my drive to work.
Now- I have no issue with old music- I love the Beach Boys-Temptations- and though it's hard for me to call them old...Boyz II Men....but I draw the line with classic country.  When did this getting old thing start bothering me??!!

I may need medication.

Another thing this morning....today was the last day for us to weigh-in for the weight loss competition in our office. J won with a whopping 19 lb loss!! You go girl !!!!!!!!!!!!! I am truly happy for you!!
Anyway, I took my snapshot of my scale and realized that the camera on my phone was totally in the reverse mode and since I bent down to take the photo in order to get the # in the pic....my boobs were staring back at me.
I am losing my mind.
What if I wouldn't have realized and sent it to The DeShazo? Our friendship would never, ever, be the same.
You just can't come back from that.
I already had to start bending down to take my photos b/c one day my scale photo had a little too much leg in it....and I didn't realize that until it was too late. The DeShazo barely recovered from that one.
I've totally lost my mind, my vision, and my sanity.

Last Wednesday, I committed to logging my food in order to reign everything back in....My weigh-in was 166.2....but this morning...., 162.0! YAY for a 4.2lb loss!!!

Folks...it really works...The DeShazo is doing it too and she lost 3.4 lbs.


Here's what my week looked like..

See..you can eat ice cream and still lose weight...just measure it!!! Measure everything....and having a friend telling you "no" when you suggest Braum's crinkly french fries for snack helps out too:)

I'm taking myself to bed....and will wake up in the morning with only three years left of my 20's.

I hope I survive.

Who has the absolute best work place? Well...that would be me.

It was delicious....and while eating, J informed me that 1 tsp of sugar sets back 2 days of weight loss...
When it comes to buttercream....

I'll just take a two day set back... or 10.

I'm blessed with a great boss who treated us to a movie as well! Fun day.

We are back to the present now....

J was right about the sugar set back...because I'm back to 164lbs.  Not only did I consume crazy amounts of buttercream icing....I drank only cokes over the weekend (when I usually drink at least 100oz of water a day now)... and I ate gelato.....and cheetohs.
This week has been rough....I'm exhausted for whatever reason....and I want coke.  I'm making myself drink water...and I've been drinking at least 100oz...but man, I want coke.

You can thank me for this advice later...Never, EVER buy this..

It tastes like chocolate flavored dirt.

Actually, dirt would taste better.

And yes, it's sitting on my bathtub ledge....my favorite place to eat...mostly b/c if I have time to get a bubble bath and listen to Steven....LG is asleep...which means I get my snack all to myself:)

The "lactose intolerant friendly" phrase caught my eye, along with the calorie amount.  I am a little lactose intolerant..I can still eat things with milk in them, but in portions or else my throat will close up...but I'm just not going to give up ice cream.  My solution? I drink a coke with it to cut the thickness.  It works for now with most things, though it stopped working with cheese dip.  Go ahead, just imagine an "MD" behind my name:) Solutions, solutions...

I will also add that the little amount I ate....had the same effect as the sugar free  taffy.  If you missed that post....that's a shame.


So....Martinez was dropping by the store a couple of days ago so I asked him to get me some oranges...
I'm afraid this was a grapefruit...and not an orange...and I didn't realize it until it was peeled...

It went in the trash....it wasn't even edible with an entire packet of splenda on one wedge.

I will also add that Martinez dropped the above pictured grapefruit on LG's head...and instead of her whining b/c she was hit by a giant grapefruit...she whined b/c it knocked her bow out and her hair was messed up.  I'm afraid her teenage years might be a little rough:)

Again, with my new age, enlightens the fact that my vision is gone since I also thought this grapefruit was an orange.

The Martinez family had to buy a riding lawn mower.....This made me happy and sad.  Happy b/c we actually have a yard big enough to need it....and sad b/c my wallet is empty:)

LG said " That's MY drive"....

I leave you with this....

I was watching Breaking Amish and Here Comes Honey Boo Boo came on afterward.
I got sucked in.
Not only did I sit there crying from laughing so hard- I got my boss sucked in.  Martinez keep telling me we were losing brain cells by watching this...but I couldn't turn it off. I physically couldn't turn it off.
I watched the kids pour vegetable oil in the kitchen floor and then coat themselves in butter and slide around it it.  WHO DOES THAT??!!!  All I could think about was how angry I would be if that happened at my house! It had to take hours to clean that up!!! HOURS!!
I really hope I never get sucked in to that mess again...but it was so funny!  No wonder people watch it !!!

With that....  pictures from last weekend...

Oh wait...one more thing...

Last week, I hit the jackpot at Sak's- a pair $198 Hudson jeans for $46.00!!!!!  They needed to be tailored b/c they were too long- I picked up my tailored jeans today...making my jeans a $57.00 pair....and I was pumped.....because they are 29's!!!!This is equivalent to a size 8!!!!!!!!! Nineteen months ago, I was a size 18!!!!! 10 sizes down means the world to me!!!

To my old neighbor D who roughly scolded me last week for my jeans being too big....if I can get one more pair on sale....you may have my two pair of too big Miss Me's and we will both be happy:))

Until Next Time...

Ma'dam Martinez

Catching Up

It's been almost two months since my last post....I know you've enjoyed the break:)

The last two months have flown by.  I'm trying to recall what all has actually happened...I know there was a birthday party for Martinez and LG that was super fun...

Can't believe two years of LG's life have gone so fast !!

We've had family visitors three times in the last couple of months- which included a visit from my brother and his family and it was awesome....except for the tornado running we endured !

Let's see...we also got some storm damage from the 5/31 tornado that caused us to take our house off the market....which is really strange b/c the following week someone made an offer on it who had previously seen it online.  Totally weird....totally unexpected....totally stressful....and totally a God thing b/c the Martin's really wanted to move!

After one day of house hunting and accepting an offer which granted our buyers early occupancy...we had 10 days to pack and get the heck out.

For those of you who know me well...I went crazy in my head...and out.  I need 10 days just to pack and organize for a weekend trip!! In the midst of this happening, we had to find new summer child care for LG...which can be a load in its self when you are trying desperately to keep your little one from attending a regular daycare (no offense to anyone who uses or works at a daycare- it's just not our preference).  Anyway, thanks to awesome neighbors and awesome friends for the solution to this !
Thankfully, we were able to find a house in the our preferred school district with a little land for LG to play on and with four bedrooms which was something that we really wanted...and we were able to get a storm shelter put in the garage! Super yay!

#1 favorite thing about the new house....is my laundry room ! I actually have some space to do my daily chore!!!!Score!!

#2 favorite thing....having a sitting area with an open floor for LG to run and play with her toys that's not in the TV room...

My thoughts on moving:
1) I'm never moving again
2) Measuring is a little important- my favorite piece of furniture could not fit in the den- Bright side to this? I got a new piece of furniture for the den:)
3) Being specific on my descriptions of the contents of boxes would have been helpful- just marking "kitchen" or "living room" isn't enough.... that's why a few decorative candles melted down to nothing from sitting in the hot garage
4)10 days is not enough for one to keep sanity...or normalcy for a 2 year old
5) I'm never, ever moving again.

Our move also resulted in renovating the piano. We have a piano that I believe has been passed down to a couple family members in Martinez' family over the last few years.  About two years ago, it became ours.  It has always lived in the office and Martinez kept his military awards displayed on top of it... and the bull with gold balls.  Again... measuring is important....it was going to have to be turned up to fit through the doorway of our new office and Martinez was not having that...so he wanted it to live in the sitting room....and I was not having that...at least not without a face lift and an agreement that the military awards....specifically the bull with gold balls.... would stay in the office.  I made sure Martinez knew that Hobby Lobby had plenty of shelves to choose from to display his awards....in his own space.
So you know I'm not lying...

Why, o Why??
Thus, the piano was renovated in the midst of unpacking, and the gold- balled bull is in a plastic tub awaiting his place on a shelf....that has yet to be hung:)

Weight Loss....the whole reason this blog was started.....
My lowest #...160...65 pounds of loss.
I've fluctuated the last few months and 163-164 seems to be my number. I'm pretty pleased that I haven't gained much since the move ...since we ate out for about 2 and a half weeks straight. I'm not really certain how many slices of pizza I've eaten....or how many pints of sea salt caramel gelato I've consumed.
It's time to get busy again.  Our move has pushed me about 15 min from kickboxing, so there is no way I can make it to kickboxing now and that makes me super sad....I was just starting to get some muscles too:)
Weight this morning- 166.2-blah- but I'm actually pleased that it's not worse when I think about the eating out, slices of birthday cake...and again...the gelato.

The DeShazo and I are recording our food choices....who wants to join us???

Speaking of The DeShazo...several months ago, she got started on Zeal. Now, I must admit...I thought all this stuff she was saying about her "new found energy" was an exaggeration. Now that I'm completely exhausted and trying to wind down from the craziness that has been my summer.... I need some help....and my trial of the Zeal...helped.
It kills me to admit that because I don't buy into "drinks".
Folks- I seriously suggest this.  It's healthy- and it basically gives you all the vitamins you need!
They have a weight management program with shakes and stuff, or you can do the all natural drinks which is what I've ordered...

Try it!

That's all I've got and I think I'm caught up:)

Until Next Time....

Ma'dam Martinez

Days of Sadness

The last couple of days have been mentally draining.
Tornadoes are horrid and have destroyed a few cities around us two days in a row.
Heartbreaking and devastating are words that fail to describe the tragedy in Oklahoma right now.  I cannot fathom the feelings of those who have lost not only their homes and belongings, but their loved ones.
While people in our area are trying to uplift others and help out, there is still an understood sadness among us all that brings tears and nausea in seconds.
Today, I am thankful for the life of my husband and child.
I am thankful for our home.
I am thankful to have water and electricity.
I am thankful that the path of the tornado turned and missed our home by 3 miles, though I'm sad for those who were hurt and affected because of it.
I am thankful for the love, care and overwhelming number of calls/texts/msg's from friends and family (both here and away) who knew our home was originally in the path.
I am thankful that Kevin was safe at his job and that his new job provided a safe place for LG and I during the storm....and I'm thankful for families also in the bank who were so sweet to LG and allowed her to play with them.
I am thankful to be an Oklahoman....part of state that has been so quick to support the victims of this devastation.  I've still considered myself an Arkansan in my head for a while now.  I equate almost everything to "how we'd do it in Arkansas" and The DeShazo constantly reminds me that I've been in Oklahoma for almost six years every time I make that statement.
I am thankful for the traffic I was caught in yesterday as I was traveling to meet Kevin for a belated birthday dinner.  This traffic was due to the drop off site for donations by Penn Square Mall....a site that had cars constantly turning in and dropping sackfuls of items off for the victims.
I am thankful for the Red Cross and others who have dedicated hours, manpower and funds to our State.
I am thankful for the Media..including Facebook for sending out photos of children & parents who need to be reconnected.

Please pray for our state.  I remember hearing about the Tornado in Joplin a couple of years ago.  I recall feeling sad for those victims...but the sadness of actually knowing people who have lost their homes, ect is totally different.

Until Next Time...

Ma'dam Martinez

I Can't Think Of A Title :)

Tonight was kickboxing!

Martinez was held up at work, so I was a few minutes late, but thankfully, only missed the warm-up.  Trainer Rob was back, which meant another circuit workout of sorts.  We did lunges with weights, split jumps?( I have no idea if I just typed the correct name), jogs, some other kind of jumps and wall sits....all out in the hot sun. 
I haven't been to kickboxing in 12 days (thanks to the stomach bug) and I could tell it. 
Here's how I felt...

only I forgot my water...again.

 

We did a different type of wall sit tonight...partner wall sits.  One of you would sit on the wall, legs spread, while the other balanced their body with hands only on your partners knees and did squats.  I don't really think my description is really close...but I'm not sure how to describe it.  All I know, is that my partner was a skinny little thing that I'm pretty sure I outweigh by 70lbs or so.  I was so afraid I was gonna break her, but if you're wondering, I didn't :) She's tough.

All I could hear was Trainer R walking around singing and saying, "Get in your happy place." What? Ain't nobody happy!

 

After all that mess, inside we go for kickboxing.  Trainer Rob had us doing some awkward variations, but I was pouring sweat like no other, so I know it was working.  We were doing punches with knee kicks and the other kicks we learned weeks ago and then punches again repeatedly.  Whenever the knee kicks were happening, you were supposed to grab your partner's head with your gloves.  I'm gonna be real honest, I had to sniff my pits to make sure I should do this.  I didn't want to kill my partner since my pit would be right by her face.  Thankfully, the extra swipes of deodorant paid off.......I think.  Right Adrianna?????? No, really???

 

After punches, we were instructed to get down and lay on our backs. WHAT?

Here come the abs again...those flutter kicks(sigh...I'm still working on these), Russian twists (WHAT??- Thank you Lynsey and Jaime for working with me on those after class!), something else I forgot, sit-ups with a partner wherein you interlock ankles and "sit-up" and punch right to left and repeat, and more things I forgot.  I'm pretty sure Adrianna and I were pimps at the first round of the sit-ups....but not so much the last two rounds....

 

After class.... group photo of those who hadn't left..

 

 

We are pretty much the coolest people ever.  Ok, so maybe not, but I promise this place is fun, even though it hurts.  I can't thank The Machine enough for getting me involved in this.  I feel awesome and I've really starting making new friendships and meeting new people!  You would think I would know more people after living here almost 6 years...but let's face it.... Martinez and I don't get out much:)

 

R-1 MMA is awesome !  They are having a Grand Opening on Saturday and I'm sure it'll be fun!

 

https://www.facebook.com/R1MMAOKC

 

So, I have to tell you guys about my discovery.  Martinez and I were laying in bed last week and I discovered my new muscles!!!  For real!!!  I have tiny little arm muscles now that I didn't have before this class...and I'm acting like they are this big....

 

 

 

 

 

 



Just ask Martinez when you get the chance, I haven't stopped flexing them.  As soon as I discovered them I shot up in bed and made him feel em'.... and then I went to work the next day and showed everyone.. and made them feel em' too.  It is what it is.

It's ok to be jealous folks.. no, really, it is.

Back in the day, you know, 6 ish years ago when I was an Arkansan, I had some muscles from hauling hay for my dad.  I could throw those bales pretty good and hang with the fellas...to an extent, but then I moved to Oklahoma, chopped off my hair and got fat.  I'm two pounds away from weighing 20 lbs less than when Martinez and I married! BOOM BOOM! 

 

 Day 2 of the part-time vegetarian diet this week is killing me.  I just want a piece of meat!!!!  One of the girls mentioned that someone (one of the guy fighters) had brought in a McDonald's bag.  I'm not gonna lie, I seriously considered stopping by the McDonald's by my house on the home and inhaling a burger or five...I mean, no one would know....but I vowed to never eat fries or burgers from there again a few months ago.  So far, I've been successful.  Instead, I came home and scrambled two eggs and had a piece of 50 cal toast with 0 cal butter. 

After kickboxing, I want to eat the house down...every..single...time.  I've eaten two turkey dogs, a peanut butter waffle and a bowl of cereal after class before..in one sitting.  It's like I'm starving!  As I'm typing this, I'm thinking about those skinny cow bars in the freezer...and those jalapeno chips...oh man, I'm getting distracted...

I think I'll just go to bed instead.

 

Until Next Time.....

 

Ma'dam Martinez

 

*As always, sorry for the typos!*

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weigh-In Friday #2...a day late:)

Words to describe this week: busy/frustrating/whirlwind/fun.  Makes no sense.

Tuesday resulted in a stomach bug that brought no puke, no bathroom issues...just the stomach pain that lands you in the fetal position in your bed for hours, along with fever.  Martinez thought that day one of my partial vegetarian diet had attempted to kill me.  Thankfully, he was wrong.  This stomach bug ruined my kickboxing dates this week and I'm really unhappy about that, but we are about to start a new week so YAY!

I did accomplish no meat for four days...not even tuna.  I ate very little Tues & Wed due to the stomach bug...but I will tell you that all I wanted was a spicy chicken sandwich from Chic-Fil-A in the worst way.  I'm not sure this week was a good view of how I would normally do since I had no appetite for two days.  I'm a girl who thinks about what snack I'm gonna have next, while I'm eating one...so this week wasn't a fair attempt and I'm gonna try again this week...but only Monday-Thursday.  Friday, I woke up and the first thing I could think about was a sausage biscuit.  This southern girl loves meat. It is what it is.

Weigh-In Friday at Rice Law Firm...162.2 for yours truly!!!  2 pounds down. BOOM BOOM.  Thank you stomach bug. 

This upcoming week will be busy for us.  Prayers are appreciated this week as Martinez will be completing his final two classes and earning his Bachelor's!!!!!!!
Now, we won't be hypocrites when we tell LG that her little rear will be attending college.

Friday was super busy.  LG had another follow-up apt to check her ears (they are clear!!!), Martinez had a work/promotion thingy which was seeing a private viewing of Iron Man 3 that I was able to attend as well, and a dinner date.  It was fun.

It was chilly yesterday, so I had issues finding something to wear.  I ended up wearing one of the hubs button- ups.  He says to me, " You look really good" when I told him I had gotten a new shirt. He had no clue it was his.  I believe I may not be alone in the nonobservant world. 

Our Saturday has been productive.  LG allowed us to sleep in, we've cleaned, sorted through LG's toys again to weed out those she no longer plays with, took a nap, and I was able to get some prep work done for week ahead.  Now I need to catch up my DVR.

I also went through my closet again and weeded out clothes that are too big :):) Super YAY. I had a pair or two of shorts that I tried on and they are in the giveaway box.

When your husband tells you those shorts make you look like you have a "wide load", you should purge them.
That's free advice for you ladies.



Until Next Time....

Ma'dam Martinez


* As always, sorry for the typos!*

Randoms and Day 1 of a Vegetarian Diet

Martinez and I had a very busy, yet fun weekend!  We were able to go see 42...go see it guys.  It's an owner.  We also attended a wedding reception for one of Kev's old co-workers and had a great time. Jeans were acceptable, so in the words of Phil Robertson, I was happy, happy, happy.

Sunday was church and then a super fun afternoon with our SS peeps and their families.  Our Easter Egg hunt had been cancelled and so it was rescheduled for this weekend...the kids had a blast.

Random thought...
Annoying/ridiculous things seem to happen to me at the most inopportune times.  Sometimes, things I could prevent if I was the least bit observant. Martinez and I laugh about this all the time.  Things always happen to me.
For instance, Martinez and I got popcorn at the theater on Saturday.  We never get popcorn.  I'm a pro at sneaking in my own drinks and candy, but I didn't prepare this time.  So...the buttery, scrumptious popcorn with 5 million calories was purchased. Afterwards, we headed to the reception.  As I was freshening my makeup, I looked down and realized that I had a huge stain on my white undershirt. So, naturally, I assessed the situation...

and realized...

I had dropped popcorn down my shirt, didn't know, and now had a horrid stain.  Not good, considering the whole point of this undershirt was to keep my tatas from hanging out and looking like a skank.  So...I did what anyone in this situation would do.  I pulled my undershirt down and let the tatas fall where they may.  After all, a sight would have been seen either way.  At least my clothes looked clean.

Another ridiculous/non-observant thing...
Mamaw U. already knows about this...
Last Thursday, while getting ready for kickboxing, I realized I had my underwear on backwards. Now, I've blogged before about how I have a bad habit of this and wearing them inside out.  I have no idea why.  I decided to leave them since I'd already worn them all day.  What's another hour or two right?  Well, after bouncing around the grocery store shopping for my 4 day partial/pretend vegetarian diet like a pimp, I got home and got ready to shower....and realized.... not only did I have my undies on backwards.....but I had been wearing my panties as a thong...backwards.

That discovery explained so much. There's just nothing left to say about that.

Another example...
I was dumped on Christmas Eve once.  Who does that?? I should have known that a guy who enjoys wearing a kilt, Irish or not, wasn't the one.

Another example...
At Christmas one year, I was sitting on the couch beside my sister-in-law.  I won't tell you which one b/c she  lived through this embarrassment once...and that's enough.:) Anyway, I was sitting there and I don't remember if she was looking for something, if I was looking or if something was lost in general and we were all looking....It doesn't matter....all I know is that without thinking, I lifted the blanket that was covering her while she was nursing her baby not even realizing what was happening until she pulled it back down.  As I am typing this, I remember feeling ridiculous.
Always happens to me....and in this case....her.
I've never lifted anything around anyone who was nursing since.

Day 1 as a pretend vegetarian..

Bf - iced Cafe Latte - 70 cal
       pb bagel thin     - 195 cal

lunch- my version of a southwest salad... w/o meat, cheese or corn (too high cal!) -340 cal

snack- Greek yogurt (honey)-130 cal

Dinner- Skinny Alfredo - 246 cal
             bread                 -50 cal

leftover cake from the SS party - 2 million cal


I also decided to try to go the whole day with no Diet Dr. Pepper.  Surprisingly, I was awake.  Everyday around 1pm, I get so tired. I usually take a 2 hour nap on Saturdays and another on Sundays- which means I'm lacking sleep and caffeine.  Maybe all the DDP is actually putting me to sleep??? Let's see if I can go another day.

Ok... I've told you guys that I gain 3-5 pounds each weekend.  This weekend...only 1 pound....I blame the fact that we drove by Pinkitzel on the way home from the reception and I had no choice but to indulge in a decadent cupcake at 10ish...after eating fantastic fajitas.
It is what it is ....and I'm sure whichever trainer we have tomorrow at kickboxing will make me wish cupcakes didn't exist.


Until Next Time.....


Ma'dam Martinez

*As always, sorry for the typos!*