So I’m pretty sure that the week got away from me. It’s Thursday afternoon as I type this and probably won’t be able to post this till tomorrow since I actually didn’t even weigh myself this morning which is a miracle in itself. But St. Patrick’s Day weekend is upon us and God knows what will happen on the scale come Monday because I plan on having some fun. (So that means probably not)
There are a few things I’d like to talk about today for example, is it creepy when your husband calls you a MILF on Facebook. Basically in the same sentence that says you’re a great mom. Because to me that’s just weird and not something that I would do to my wife. She’d probably text me within seconds to take it down. I am the most politically incorrect person around sometimes. You might not see that on Facebook because I choose to show you what you see there. But just something that made me shake my head today.
Started my gym week on Sunday and actually took a rest day on Wednesday. It felt good, might even do it again this week. The weather seems to be giving us a little bit of a break and I am getting antsy to put a bike rack on my Subaru and get some miles on my wheels during the day.
Floating around the same weight since the new year has been a small mindfuck. But my clothes are get smaller and smaller.
I posted a picture of eight different pairs of women’s size 12’s the other day. Mostly because The size thing screwed with me on Sunday while I was at the mall trying on shorts. I know that I could get shorts pretty much any time on American Eagle.com. But I wanted to make sure that things fit OK. I will not be getting size 32 shorts for sure.. The 34s were OK. Any old 34’s At Boscov’s we’re not OK. And I don’t know why but it really kind of bummed me out. That old light switch that used to go out when I try to clothes shop like a normal person was clicked again. It was really hard to not just start bawling. And it’s even more frustrating when I know Amber is outside the dressing room. Probably why I usually do this crap by myself when I can. She’ll see it n my face.
And it’s Friday and the scale is still on a merry-go-round. But one of my gym buddies pulled me aside to ask how much weight I’ve lost. The weird answer was, what do you mean? This year or in total. And he’s like no just this year. And I was able to say that even with the circle my body is going through that I am at 83 pounds since April 13, 2018. Something will have to give because I can’t believe the scale says that I am the same as I was around the time of Brandon‘s wedding. But that is okay. I do feel fantastic. Sometimes when you buy too many keto treats for yourself you have to really dial it back in. And the sugar-free chocolate can’t be that great for you. It’s definitely fills a need sometimes. The low carb bread has to go away again too 🙁
It is St. Patrick’s Day weekend here in Philadelphia and the band has three shows. Tonight is not so much of a big deal since Saint Patrick’s is on Sunday. But you would think it was St. Patrick’s Day all your long at the bar we are playing at on Saturday and Sunday. I have the full band with me on Saturday night and then Crabby and I have to go back on Sunday. It looked really good on paper months ago when we were asked. LOL.
I bought an obnoxious one piece at target two months ago when I saw it. It looks like a leprechaun’s clothes with suspenders and everything. I added green leggings to wear underneath because it’s a little short on the thighs as well as green soccer socks and I can wear either green or orange chuck Taylors that I have with them as well. I’m just not sure if I’m going to pull it out on Saturday or Sunday. I’m not wearing it both days for sure. There will not be enough time on Sunday to really wash the stuff. But St. Patrick’s Day is a big deal around here and I never really participated in the craziness when it was harder to buy stuff like this Five sizes ago. But I have no excuse now so I will participate. It’s funny make $125 and spend 50 on an outfit. Happy St. Patrick’s Day to me. But I do know the owner and the manager appreciate it – I have something we will laugh about in the years to come. The Jamison will be flowing.
Booked hotel rooms for Nashville in July. I can’t wait. I do get a short mini getaway in May to confirm my niece Gabriela. So at least I will get to see toy story land and get some warmth on my skin.
I hope this finds you well as you are reading. The funny thing about the Facebook and Instagram outrages this past week was that we could not compare ourselves to anyone else for five or six hours. You will never be me, I will never be you, what works for me might not work for you, but if we’re all going towards a similar goal we should all be there for each other. Make sense?
And by the way if you’re going to get your news about Keto from Maxim magazine please delete me from your Facebook now. Whackos!
You’re not going to die because you ate too much steak. You’re going to die because you’re fat as shit. I mean I’m fat and I even know that. And eggs and steak are definitely not going to kill me.
Have a great weekend and be safe.