After 2 weeks of no alcohol on "school nights", 6 cups of fruit and veggies a day, no buying lunch at work, and no more Tim Horton's drive through I can report that I have GAINED weight but have probably saved a bunch of money. Is this the result that I wanted? No!!! Saving money is nice but perhaps if I go back to my lavish life style of sipping back wine at will, eating as much bread and pasta as I can, and drinking all the french vanilla I want I will lose this fruit weight I now carry like a cupcake around the top of my pants.
My husband even admitted that I was "bigger than I was before". Now, honey, if you're reading this - I really don't care that you said it, despite the fact that all other men would advise you never to say such things. It's become part of my stand-up routine so thank you for the material. He even came up to me the next night as I was shoving some of the kids scraps off their plate into my mouth and whispered "bigger". It's like I'm in my own sit-com.
If you are reading this and know me personally (which is probably the case because who else would read this), please do me a favor and don't give me the up and down, trying to assess where the weight gain is. As far as I'm concerned, it's all in boobs and brains baby. Nothing else (well, except the muffin top, as previously mentioned but according to my mom, that's just because my pants are too tight). I sense a clothes shopping trip in my future - anyone in? I guess I could just join a gym but that sounds like a lot of work.
Morale of this tale: You aren't what you eat
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Eating Healthy: YES I CAN!
Just a follow up on my Eating Healthy post. I had challenged everyone to try and eat 8 servings of fruit and veggies a day thus living up to the Canada Food Guide's recommendations. I did not eat 8 servings a day however, I did come very close to it. I managed to greatly reduce the amount of empty calories I was pouring into my body and replaced it with salads, grapes, cucumbers, carrots, turnips, and radishes. I feel partly like a rabbit and partly like a healthy human being. I still challenge everyone to try and live this way for a week and see if it becomes a healthy habit.
In other news - my alcohol intake has gone way up. Ok, only joking. I couldn't resist.
Happy Friday!
In other news - my alcohol intake has gone way up. Ok, only joking. I couldn't resist.
Happy Friday!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
40 Decades Explained
Once upon a time I was a 20 year old girl with wild dreams and too much energy for my own good. Now, 10 years later, I look back at my twenties and am in awe of all that transpired. I was married, divorced, remarried, owned two houses, mothered three children, three times I gained 40 pounds and then worked my ass off to lose it, and on top of it all grew up. Well, it's my opinion that I grew up.
I'm glad to see my 20's gone, as it is true what they say, you make all (ok, MOST) of you mistakes in your 20's so that your 30's can be smooth sailing. I'd love to make a new one up about your 40's so I have something to look forward to. Perhaps, "you work your ass off in your 30's, so that you can live in the lap of luxury in your 40's".
Here's the full break down of the decades as I know them:
In your 0's as I will call them (1 - 10) you are busy learning the world around you. Social situations, reading, writing, eating properly (some don't ever learn this one), who you are (some never learn this one either), colors, your preferences, what's bad VS what's good (hitting my brother in the face - maybe not so good VS sucking up to mom by telling her she's more beautiful than a rainbow - good.)
In your 10's (10 - 20) it's just a wild, raging ride of emotions and hormones. One minute you're happy, the next minute nothing is right. It's the decade of the emotional roller coaster. You go from being a little kid to wanting to be something in between a child of innocence and an adult with no responsibilities. You think you know everything and you DEFINITELY know more than your parents. If you make it through alive, you dread having to raise one yourself.
In your 20's, as mentioned already, you make all of your crazy mistakes. You jump out of the gate just rearing to go. Some stay on the straight and steady course by finishing up college or University. Others don't know which direction to go and try to take all the roads they can. You want to party like a rock star but realize that being an adult sometimes isn't as fun as you thought it would be. You eat from two food groups as much as possible: Chips & Alcohol, because you can.
In your 30's you realize what's really important to you and you build your life around it. You plan for the future with a clearer head and grow up to including more food groups and expand your taste in alcohol. You move from Bud Light & Tequila shooters to Bud Lime (hahaha!) and Vodka shooters.
In your 40's you become extremely rich and retire on a boat off the coast of your private island. (*hey, anything is possible*)
Maybe this is just me...anyone?
I'm glad to see my 20's gone, as it is true what they say, you make all (ok, MOST) of you mistakes in your 20's so that your 30's can be smooth sailing. I'd love to make a new one up about your 40's so I have something to look forward to. Perhaps, "you work your ass off in your 30's, so that you can live in the lap of luxury in your 40's".
Here's the full break down of the decades as I know them:
In your 0's as I will call them (1 - 10) you are busy learning the world around you. Social situations, reading, writing, eating properly (some don't ever learn this one), who you are (some never learn this one either), colors, your preferences, what's bad VS what's good (hitting my brother in the face - maybe not so good VS sucking up to mom by telling her she's more beautiful than a rainbow - good.)
In your 10's (10 - 20) it's just a wild, raging ride of emotions and hormones. One minute you're happy, the next minute nothing is right. It's the decade of the emotional roller coaster. You go from being a little kid to wanting to be something in between a child of innocence and an adult with no responsibilities. You think you know everything and you DEFINITELY know more than your parents. If you make it through alive, you dread having to raise one yourself.
In your 20's, as mentioned already, you make all of your crazy mistakes. You jump out of the gate just rearing to go. Some stay on the straight and steady course by finishing up college or University. Others don't know which direction to go and try to take all the roads they can. You want to party like a rock star but realize that being an adult sometimes isn't as fun as you thought it would be. You eat from two food groups as much as possible: Chips & Alcohol, because you can.
In your 30's you realize what's really important to you and you build your life around it. You plan for the future with a clearer head and grow up to including more food groups and expand your taste in alcohol. You move from Bud Light & Tequila shooters to Bud Lime (hahaha!) and Vodka shooters.
In your 40's you become extremely rich and retire on a boat off the coast of your private island. (*hey, anything is possible*)
Maybe this is just me...anyone?
Monday, January 25, 2010
Eating Well?!?!
Canada's food guide is highlighting that children need to have 4 to 8 servings of fruit and vegetables each day. When I was a kid it was a handful of carrots at lunch and some overcooked green beans in the evening. If I asked for a snack, with that cookie jar in mind, I usually got told to eat an apple. I'd like to assume that I turned out okay. I think it's a great concept on paper to believe that kids can and will eat 8 servings of fruit and veggies every day but, in reality I don't even think I could eat that much. If all other food groups disappeared and all that was left was fruit and vegetables, you bet I'd eat them but with cereals, breads, meats, cheeses, and all the other fun stuff that's presented to us on a daily basis, are you going to turn to the veggie? I really think they should make a food group for condiments. I'd like to know how much ketchup, mustard, or soy sauce I should be having in my day.
I'm not the kind of person who hides the fruits and vegetables on my kids - I'm not a sneaky chef per se. It's not that I don't believe in it, I just don't have the time to cook up secret ways of injecting veggies into a meal. I'd rather just stick with the ones we all like (cucumbers, carrots, apples and oranges) and serving up raw and naked. And if I serve it with ranch dip, there's check one for my condiment food group.
I'd like to challenge each and everyone of you. If you alone can eat 8 servings of fruit and vegetables in your day let us all know. This is a challenge I think we should all try. How difficult is it? I would like to venture that it will be difficult for me. I may have to pretend that those other food groups don't exist.
Here's the old groups:
Here's my new ones for this challenge:
HAPPY EATING!
I'm not the kind of person who hides the fruits and vegetables on my kids - I'm not a sneaky chef per se. It's not that I don't believe in it, I just don't have the time to cook up secret ways of injecting veggies into a meal. I'd rather just stick with the ones we all like (cucumbers, carrots, apples and oranges) and serving up raw and naked. And if I serve it with ranch dip, there's check one for my condiment food group.
I'd like to challenge each and everyone of you. If you alone can eat 8 servings of fruit and vegetables in your day let us all know. This is a challenge I think we should all try. How difficult is it? I would like to venture that it will be difficult for me. I may have to pretend that those other food groups don't exist.
Here's the old groups:
Here's my new ones for this challenge:
HAPPY EATING!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Crazy Times in Crazyville
I'm really beginning to feel like this blog or whatever you call it, should be renamed to Chronicles of my crazy ass neighbors. A friend once wrote on the wall of this group that he would be nervous to visit just in case I blogged about it - no chance of that happening as everyone else's crazy antics always pale in comparison to my nut-ball neighbors.
A couple of weeks ago we got one of those huge 40 yard bins to dump all the garbage we have - yes, apparently we've been living on a pile of garbage all this time. We easily filled the 40 yard bin and still have trash that needs to be driven to the dump. We could have been featured on one of those reality shows where the people have serious problems. We have problems, but 650 dollars later, the problems have been minimized. ANYWAYS, moving on, that is not the point of this story. The point is not us and our crazy problems, but my neighbors and their crazy problems.
We spent Saturday morning stacking junk and more junk into this bin - everything from car parts and old oily tables to shelves and hideous old clothes. Neighbor makes his entrance. He asks my hubby if we still have that old wooden trailer (apparently he's been eyeing it up for years). Some background - this "old wooden trailer" is probably about 100 years old, rotten wood sitting on a metal frame on top of a couple of wheels. My parents used to trail around yard waste behind their lawn mower with it. My husband tells him that it's in the middle of the bin surrounded by junk we've been throwing in their all morning. He asks if he can have it. Well, sure, go right ahead buddy, have fun digging through the crap.
Sure enough, he frees the junky old trailer. He then proceeds to remove all the wood off the trailer so now it's just an old metal frame on top of two wheels. He tells us that he's going to put a bed frame on it and use it to pull his kids around in the backyard. Now, people, obviously this is living. I'm thinking, DAMMIT honey, get that back! I want to do that! My gawd, is that what he just spent the past hour doing, freeing this trailer, he loses his hat in the bin, and probably a year off his life, so that he can put a bed frame on it to trail his kids around?!?!?! WOW! I wish I could use my imagination for good instead of evil because then I would have thought of that first.AH, it just gets better and better.
I have more, but I can't give them all in one dose, it'd be like trying to drink water from a fire hose...not that I have tried. Peace out, have a great week!
A couple of weeks ago we got one of those huge 40 yard bins to dump all the garbage we have - yes, apparently we've been living on a pile of garbage all this time. We easily filled the 40 yard bin and still have trash that needs to be driven to the dump. We could have been featured on one of those reality shows where the people have serious problems. We have problems, but 650 dollars later, the problems have been minimized. ANYWAYS, moving on, that is not the point of this story. The point is not us and our crazy problems, but my neighbors and their crazy problems.
We spent Saturday morning stacking junk and more junk into this bin - everything from car parts and old oily tables to shelves and hideous old clothes. Neighbor makes his entrance. He asks my hubby if we still have that old wooden trailer (apparently he's been eyeing it up for years). Some background - this "old wooden trailer" is probably about 100 years old, rotten wood sitting on a metal frame on top of a couple of wheels. My parents used to trail around yard waste behind their lawn mower with it. My husband tells him that it's in the middle of the bin surrounded by junk we've been throwing in their all morning. He asks if he can have it. Well, sure, go right ahead buddy, have fun digging through the crap.
Sure enough, he frees the junky old trailer. He then proceeds to remove all the wood off the trailer so now it's just an old metal frame on top of two wheels. He tells us that he's going to put a bed frame on it and use it to pull his kids around in the backyard. Now, people, obviously this is living. I'm thinking, DAMMIT honey, get that back! I want to do that! My gawd, is that what he just spent the past hour doing, freeing this trailer, he loses his hat in the bin, and probably a year off his life, so that he can put a bed frame on it to trail his kids around?!?!?! WOW! I wish I could use my imagination for good instead of evil because then I would have thought of that first.AH, it just gets better and better.
I have more, but I can't give them all in one dose, it'd be like trying to drink water from a fire hose...not that I have tried. Peace out, have a great week!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
What the F#@k!
Sorry for the explicit title but that's what this post is all about. Swearing and where I sit on this subject as a parent. Recently I have had a couple of conversations with my boys’ teachers on swearing. A few months ago my oldest, 9 years old, called another child an asshole – this was after a kicking fight that started over some disagreement. Although some may disagree with me, I really don’t care about swearing. I think that the things parents make a big deal about are the very things children will rebel against. With this said, it’s not like I’m a sailor mouth at home however saying “shit” here and there isn’t going to hurt anyone, especially when said after banging my knee. The boys know that I don’t mind them swearing around the house if said jokingly and that’s where I draw the line. I don’t like swearing at others, it’s not something I do and they don’t have the right tools to know when to say it to others and when not to. So, once you open the flood gate, where does it stop?
As I mentioned, my oldest said asshole, after that I received a call that he said, “Give me my F’ing toy back.” Again, although he was probably totally justified in this angry comment, not appropriate for the school yard and ended up being something he served time for. He didn’t get punished for this reaction but only because he came home and immediately told us the truth about what had happened. To me, truth is way more important than the words that were said.
My youngest son, 6 years old, tried to be a bit smarter about his swearing at school. A while back, I walked into his classroom and his teacher said, “Your son got in trouble today for saying “beep-hole” in the playground, and I know what the “beep” stands for”. Smart but not smart enough. At least he tried to conceal the word. He told me that he was saying it to himself and not to the person standing right beside him. Somehow I find that hard to believe.
In lieu of the fact that the boys are starting to use their powerful words around the playground, we’ve laid out the ground rules along with disciplinary action that will be taken. It is the worst kind and that is one dab on the tongue of Tabasco sauce. They dread it, despise it, and will do anything not to get it. Will I change my teachings at home? No, I won’t and I will continue to explain that these are “in the house” only words and are not to be used around classmates. I don’t ever promote the F word, because as the boys say, “that is the king of all the swear words” and we don’t abuse the king.
Words are just words and if we teach them how to properly use them, hopefully they won’t f*#@ing abuse them. Hahaha! Sorry, couldn’t help myself.
Good day and good night – until next time.
As I mentioned, my oldest said asshole, after that I received a call that he said, “Give me my F’ing toy back.” Again, although he was probably totally justified in this angry comment, not appropriate for the school yard and ended up being something he served time for. He didn’t get punished for this reaction but only because he came home and immediately told us the truth about what had happened. To me, truth is way more important than the words that were said.
My youngest son, 6 years old, tried to be a bit smarter about his swearing at school. A while back, I walked into his classroom and his teacher said, “Your son got in trouble today for saying “beep-hole” in the playground, and I know what the “beep” stands for”. Smart but not smart enough. At least he tried to conceal the word. He told me that he was saying it to himself and not to the person standing right beside him. Somehow I find that hard to believe.
In lieu of the fact that the boys are starting to use their powerful words around the playground, we’ve laid out the ground rules along with disciplinary action that will be taken. It is the worst kind and that is one dab on the tongue of Tabasco sauce. They dread it, despise it, and will do anything not to get it. Will I change my teachings at home? No, I won’t and I will continue to explain that these are “in the house” only words and are not to be used around classmates. I don’t ever promote the F word, because as the boys say, “that is the king of all the swear words” and we don’t abuse the king.
Words are just words and if we teach them how to properly use them, hopefully they won’t f*#@ing abuse them. Hahaha! Sorry, couldn’t help myself.
Good day and good night – until next time.
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