First and foremost, THANK YOU. I was very touched by the comments I received in response to my birthday post. No joke, your thoughts made my day. If you missed it, I accept late work.
|Curly decorated my calendar white board for my b-day.|
I woke up to an alarm on my birthday. Well, that sucked.
I'd been sleeping like a rock, and then BOOM. I woke up when Coach's alarm went off around 4 am. NOT because I was ready to celebrate.
*And did the same thing the next day, darn it*
I eventually went back to sleep around 6 am, but I had agreed to meet my therapist on Zoom at 8 am. Thus the pesky 7:55 am alarm. Nothing shows your age like a squishy face and poor lighting on Zoom, in case you too want to struggle with your self image on your next b-day.
My therapist and I meet on Fridays. Celebrating a holiday 2 consecutive Fridays threw everything off. I planned NOT to meet that Wednesday when she offered, because HELLO - birthday! I didn't want to cry, or think of icky, troubling parts of life, etc. She sort of twisted my arm though.
Unfortunately, there was much to be discussed so rather than figure out how to become a professional speed talker by this week's session to get through it ALL, I agreed.
The rest of my day was pretty run of the mill, except for the times when I checked in with the blog. If I cackled at a comment, my kids were like: WHAT?
Me (smugly): OH, JUST LAUGHING AT SOMETHING ONE OF MY FRIENDS SAID, BITHCES.
* I didn't really say 'bitches' to my kids. No idea why, but I really struggled NOT to add 'bitches' at the end of every sentence on my big day . . . Kari, with her 'IT'S MY BIRTHDAY MONTH BITCHES' post might be to blame.
I like to get things off my list, so after I worked out and ate the cobb salad that Ed made me (I eat this everyday, but guess how much more enjoyable it is when someone else makes it?) and took a 15 minute nap, Mini and Ed and I visited the mall to return stuff.
All the gifts we were returning were from my mom. My gift, that I retuned, was a size L. Um, I wear a small - foreshadowing, perhaps? My mom spends way too much and tries really hard, but she has 22 grandkids. She insists on shopping for each of them. Buys multiple gifts. She does enjoy shopping, but I think she should scale back. My kids would totally understand.
We stopped at Vineyard Vines. I'd never been. She bought Mini a flowered, flowy, long dress that no 16 year old girl would ever wear. It's the thought though, and Mini felt bad returning it. Dang - it was pricey. She now has a huge gift card there - she doesn't really wear their stuff, but she might need to start.
We were directly next door to Wild Fire, my fav restaurant. Normally Coach takes me there for birthday /anniversary. I noticed that Wild Fire had a tent setup, but I was confused. It was completely enclosed. Chicago = chilly. How was this any safer than sitting inside the building?
Coach left the dinner plans a secret. We walked in the house from the mall and 2 minutes later, Coach showed up with dinner from Wild Fire. Ed looked at me and was like I TOLD HIM WE COULD JUST PICK UP DINNER BECAUSE WE WERE RIGHT THERE, BUT HE WANTED TO SURPRISE YOU.
The food was still warm, and it was amazing.
The kids never come with us when we eat out for my birthday. We aren't the 'steak for everyone' kind of family. Shock. So . . . Coach only ordered dinner for the two of us. The kids KNEW this was the plan, but I felt a little awkward eating my filet in front of them.
It seemed like we were the 'we-keep-our-kids-in-cages-in-the-basement' type that you read about in the paper. The kids had some amazing leftovers to choose from. No one complained, but Tank's eyeballs sort of did. That boy and his food.
Not really into resolutions, but I started trying to finish up a 2017 album last night. This was a project started during the first shut-down. I noticed HOW THIN I looked. Well, that frustrated me. To no end. I work out so much harder now than I did then. I'm confident I also eat less ice cream now. What gives?
I'm definitely going to try to cut back. On eating, not on photo albums. Well, that sucks. I love eating. This morning I made myself half a bowl of oatmeal. HALF!
I made three amazing desserts GF for Christmas and the birthdays, etc. Well, that was ill-timed. I've been scarfing down on those abundant GF desserts, because I so rarely have anything truly dessert-y for me in the house. And then I noticed my '17 self being all skinny and shit. Not happy. DISCLAIMER: I don't consider myself overweight, but if I'm killing myself in my workouts (Coach did a class with me this am and he struggled) then it damn well better be obvious.
I tried cutting back in late October. I lost about a pound a week by:
1. not eating more than I needed to and
2. not eating between meals.
(After 4 weeks, I became less focused).
How did I find success? I reminded myself when I was done with my salad and yogurt for lunch (for example), that I'd had enough.
With this verbage: THAT'LL DO, PIG.
No idea why, but I clearly hear the voice of the mom in the movie: 'Babe'. Um, is it a coincidence that the quote is being directed to an actual pig?
Also, I might pretend it's my birthday about once every few weeks. Comments, my friends, are the bomb! (hint, hint, wink, wink, oink, oink . . . kidding)