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One Thing

If There's One Thing You Could Do...
One Thing. Every Day.

At a class the other day, if you can call it that, it was more a sales pitch about why you should spend $800 on their class, they did ask a really good question. What is the one thing that you could do every day in your business that would make a big difference if you actually did it daily? My brain answered it quickly for my day-job business, but then I immediately thought of my wee writing business. My one thing? Write every day. Maybe that means getting out of bed, and going directly to my computer. I could get a good hour in before my day job if I’d get up when I’m supposed to. I could do that. I will do that. I will write for an hour every day.

So, what might help me stay motivated when it comes to this damned monkey? I’ve found through experience, like my whole entire life’s experience, that I’m not good at goals. I’m just not great at setting a goal that takes awhile to reach. My ADD just whisks me, my emotions and my ambition/interest right away from those goals like the wind, more like a Cat 5 hurricane. My brain goes so fast, a goal I set last week (like to lose 50 pounds by whatever date) just gets left in the dust. Even when I’ve written it down, it becomes a memory quickly as if I formed that thought (and what a stupid thought it was) a thousand years ago. I’m better with short term goals, and immediate gratification. I’ve noticed that when I get on my scale every morning, my monkey is in my subconscious, under the attention deficit radar, and I tend to be a better eater the whole day through. There’s my one thing! When I come in to my computer, I’ll just stand up on that scale and face the music. I did it this morning. Let’s hope I don’t have a <squirrel> moment…

And, I liked having a fitbit, but mine was recalled. I’ve been waiting for the Apple Watch, but I’m thinking I want to have some serious reminder and motivation on my wrist again, or instant gratification? It’s not like my knee will let me go 10,000 steps right now, but don’t you think it’ll have that yellow ribbon on the finger effect? It might remind me to do my strength stuff on my knee daily. Or is that just an excuse to spend money?

SquirrelMoment…And there went my squirrel! I almost forgot to hit post because I was over on the REI website checking out the Fitbits! Some things never change. Now, hit Publish!

These Hips Don’t Lie

I’ve been in hiding from you. I’ve been hiding from me. Yep, and the truth. It’s been a lame (and futile) attempt to hide from the truth. This snarfing (and drinking, oh I will miss you Pom momtinis) with reckless abandon for the last month under cover of the “holidays” has been asinine, or maybe I should say ASS-and-nine. There’s really no hiding from the truth, is there? So here you go. I said my hips don’t lie and well, dammit if they’re not a full inch bigger.

And I gained ten pounds.

There.

I said it.

Back to the grind.

33 pounds to go.

Yeah. These hips don’t lie. Damn their honesty. (shakes head, looks at ass in mirror… limps away)

Credits roll: A special thanks to Ruby Red Vodka, cheesecake, Krispy Kreme, gluten free baking (I got skills) and the absence of Will Power. You’re a deserting sh*t Will.

Reboot! Recharge! Respect!

119daysI’ve been on Ideal Protein for 119 days. I thought I’d be at goal by now instead of wallowing 26 pounds from the finish line. My youngest son turned 15 this weekend, and like most parents, I thought, “Wait. Stop. He can’t be 15!” We ate out, big time. I made him 2 homemade-ish cakes (I used gluten free mixes for the starters, but jazzed them both up). And I tried both of them. One, more than once. And I tried the brownies too. I picked meat off the pizza. ENOUGH ALREADY! I’ve strayed too much from the course for my liking.

Today, I’m back to business, it’s Monday after all. Got a client lunch at Noodle and Company. Never been there, so I’ve got to look at the menu and decide if/what I can eat, so there are no rash decisions going on. This is my first big moment in the almost 4 month run, where I’ve felt a bit flustered, erratic and really naughty (in the food sense.)

I had a momentary lapse of respect for myself and my challenge. Shame on me.

Up a notch now, let’s go!

Day 63: Chuy’s…. Need I Say More? Toture Especiales

A Tex-Mex Institution
A Tex-Mex Institution

Yes, I realize that most folks who don’t hail from these here parts, deep in the heart of Texas, just won’t understand. Chuy’s (prounounced Chew-eeze) is an Austin institution. When people come to town (I guess I should edit that to) when people used to visit us, there was no question that we’d take them to Chuy’s. That’s before they expanded and have restaurants scattered about the state, and maybe beyond our borders now. They used to be Austincentric. They are an infamous Tex-Mex institution of deliciousness. I’ve been known to drink three or more strawberry margaritas (back in the day) and my hubby would, obviously, drive me home and enjoy my company. I admit, I’m entertaining with a few frozen-no-salts in me. Really! And I can sing too…

My son, headed off to college next week, said he’d like to hit it up for old time’s sake, and because he knows that Colorado just can’t cut the Tex-Mex mustard (to put it mildly). For the last sixty-freaking-three long ass days, I’ve avoided ALL Tex-Mex like the plague. I love it. I could eat beans, salsa, chips, margaritas, flautas, burritos, chimichangas, jalapenos, fajitas, breakfast tacos and tortillas for every single meal. No lie. We didn’t buy bread when I was growing up. Everything went in tortillas pretty much, even hotdogs.

So, we all headed to dinner… I’m talking the whole fam-damily. Ex hubs, his wife, son, our two boys, my hubby and I all crammed into a big round corner booth. I bet I gained 4.3 pounds on smells alone. Not only that, but I had a covert lusty affair with a frozen prickly pear margarita the woman was sipping in the next booth. I sat with my back to it but I swear it was flirting with me and whispering come-ons from a table away.

Did I mention it’s Hatch Green Chili time and there’s a special menu that brings the heat? (Oh for the love of Pedro! PorQue?) Four baskets of chips, queso with beef mixed in, 2 types of salsas and creamy jalapeno ranch (which rocks my socks) taunted me, mere inches from my face. I wanted to pick up a chip and lick it. Just to pretend. But, I ordered a salad with grilled chicken fajita meat, NO CHEESE, NO AVACADO, NO JALEPENO RANCH… the waitress gave me a pitying look. She knew. We all knew that this was a special kind of torture. I watched as faces were stuffed and the queso bowl scraped clean. Just so you know, to my left one son had a Big As Your Face Burrito with beans and cheese and queso sauce, next another one with beef and hatch chili queso sauce, heaven on a plate! Then, a Chuychanga, a freaking chicken Chimichanga with 2 kinds of sauce… a Chili Relleno, mixed chicken and beef fajitas with homemade corn tortillas… then my sad face salad.

Just so you know, I kicked Chuy’s ass! Not one chip, not one bite of queso, not one blessed sip of a frozen-no-salt. Truth be told, I honestly didn’t care. That’s a lie, I wanted to not care. I did. I wanted to drown myself in queso and drink margaritas til the cows came home.

I did not. I told myself lies about the food in front of me, and how I really, really didn’t want any of it. Even though that delicious carb exploding delectable deliciousness did not enter me, it was all over me. I smelled like homemade melt in your mouth tortillas, fresh fried tortilla chips, and smokey fajitas. As soon as we rolled into the garage, I bolted and I jumped straight in the shower and washed it all off. If I hadn’t, who knows what might have happened, someone might have lost an arm.

My son got his fix, and that’s what mattered.

(*&^%^$! I survived. 🙂

barely…

Ideal Protein Day 9: A Witch Appears

Finally, I’m getting used to this ridiculous lifestyle change (in progress). And as I wander through this new and carb deprived reality that is my life, I am often blindsided by urges that pop out of absolutely nowhere and I’m dumbstruck (some would say, well, duh…) by what, and how often these little lapses appear.

Walking through the kitchen, I notice a cookie wrapper sitting on the counter abandoned by some freeloader fart knocker brat boy/man/someone-obviously-Not-ON-THIS-blankety-blankDIET, and I’m struck by the utter unconsciousness of my action as my hand reaches out, un-asked, to grab the chunk that they unwittingly left behind. I’m cleaning up, of course. I mean, who in their right mind, would leave a chunk of cookie? There! Right there on the counter? IT’S A COOKIE!!! Seriously? You didn’t notice that huge HUNK the size of a dime? That’s like a wee miracle of confection, a tiny package of ecstasy… and… Thankfully, my brain catches up and as my hand closes around the delectable nugget of heaven trash, I hear the evil witch from the Wizard of Oz cackling in my head, clear as a bell, as I throw it in the bin, and wipe the drool on my sleeve. Ha! I’ll show those little flying monkeys! Their crumbs are gone!

No surprise, I've been riding my broom as long as I can remember...
No surprise, I’ve been riding my broom as long as I can remember…

YEEE-hee-heee-heee-heee.

 

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