Dinger Dog, originally uploaded by Lyssah.
The food of the Samurai.
We had free tickets to see our local triple A baseball team play last night, The River Cats. We lost, but anyone who can eat this thing is certainly a winner!!!
Happy 4th of July!
Happy 4th of July!, originally uploaded by Lyssah.
Thank you Swingle Meats!
My First Dress
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And likely the last!!!
The Latest
The Latest, originally uploaded by Lyssah.
Look what I did on Saturday! And look at the wine I still have to drink!!!
How’s That Spelled?
How’s That Spelled?, originally uploaded by Lyssah.
At least the school district didn’t make the sign. Glad my boy is in a different one though.
Congestion
I glanced at the illuminated display on my dashboard. The glowing red numbers revealed that my average speed had been 23 miles per hour. A snail’s crawl on a posted 65 mph stretch of freeway. We inched along in that oh so familiar highway hypnosis. This morning was particularly grueling.
The morning commute was compounded by the reconstruction of a busy section of I-5. I refuse to refer to it as “The 5″ as is becoming more acceptable in our hip American lingo. I am a hard and fast NorCal girl and utterly refuse to bend on the issue. It once was a dead giveaway that you hailed from Southern California if you placed the word “the” in front of the freeway number, but due to television and pop culture the “the” has caught on in a blaze of horrible word usage. I will not ever take “The 5″ through downtown, I will however, take I-5. Doesn’t everything reserve the right to be called by it’s name?
Where was I? Ah, yes. Stopped in traffic.
The freeway through downtown has been closed in sections since May 30. First the entire northbound section and now the southbound. I live on the north side of the city so right now is not a happy, happy commute time for me. All drivers have had to find alternate routes, thus stuffing up all other roads leading into downtown. The project is nearing completion, so I anticipate some congestion relief soon.
Decongestant for the roads.
23 miles per hour. My mind wandered. My drive to work is nearly an hour long. My car gets about 27 miles to the gallon. I am using close to a gallon of gas every single morning. I am spending $4.50 a day to drive to work…
This is what happens when I sit in traffic.
Maybe I should just turn up the radio.
Firefox 3 Download Day!!
Today is Firefox 3 Download Day. Participate and help set the world record for most downloads in a day. I especially like the fact that this drives another nail into the Microsoft coffin. (yes, I know they are not dead)
Whole Lotta Rosie
And THAT, my friends, has to change.
It started simply enough. Self loathing, dark thoughts, unhappiness. Then came the cookies, and the snacks, and the oversized meals. I am certainly an emotional eater. I don’t think that I find comfort in the food, rather that I stop paying attention when I eat. To top it off I eat when I am bored.
I stood in the morning dimness of our bedroom on a brisk April morning. The Samurai’s birthday, actually. Thinking it a nice gesture, I took the day off work so that we could spend the day alone together, childless. My good intentions went falling away, thrown across the room with each article of clothing I strained to pour my body into. A pair of jeans landed near the black wood armoire on one side of the room, another flew to the end of the cherry wood bed. After my flinging frenzy, the room was strewn with the limp carcasses of discarded garments, and then the sobbing began.
I was angry.
Each article of clothing pinched and bound me. I was scarcely able to zip up any pair of my pants, let alone move or even breathe in them.
As soon as my sobbing began, I hid my face in a damp towel hanging to dry over the shower door, trying to muffle the sounds. I let out a silent scream into the cool fabric. I could scarcely believe I had come to this.
As far a being an attractive woman goes, I think that I am. I get looks. I receive compliments. And to be honest, to the casual passerby or acquaintance, I look just fine. I look athletic. I was once and luckily, managed to retain a bit of an attractive shape. But I feel absolutely awful. To be more honest, I FELT awful, as I am finally rectifying the situation.
I have scheduled my workouts into my weekly schedule, just as I would any other appointment. I am logging my daily food intake and tracking everything from total calories consumed to fat grams, protein, and carbs. So far, of the 23 pounds I have decided to lose, I have shed three. It is a beginning. I love beginnings.
I am excited about this venture. I feel proud of myself for making the changes and hope that with a bit of diligence I can keep on track. I feel more capable. These are all things that I should have been doing all along. And if I had included myself on the list of people to take care of and to please in the first place, then maybe I wouldn’t have become secluded and depressed, thus leading to my own demise.
I am a work in progress. My new mottos include: Everything is Connected, and most importantly, Make Yourself Proud Every Day.
