Happy Easter Week to everyone!
I normally do not look forward to Spring weather, seeing how with age, my allergies and sinuses have become a problem. However this year, I am glad to see Winter go. I will miss breathing in the cold air but my body will not miss the aching joints and throbbing feet.
I stopped by last night to see Rebecca, and it was a good Lily day.
Friday was dramatic. I sleep in until 9:30am or so, let the cat out of her room, put food in the bowl, go to the door and let Callie in from where the heifer was barking at 6am and I let her out, close the door, and submerge myself into a 4 hour NCIS:Los Angeles marathon whilst cleaning the kitchen and laundry. I noticed around 1:30 that the food in her bowl was untouched and I had not seen her. I look in the windows, in clothes baskets, and cannot find her anywhere. I open the front door, because she always comes running, and nothing. I open a can of food, which is a for sure sign to get her running. She is usually there before I get it all the way open. Nothing. I am guessing that 3 seconds I let Callie in she ran out. I look outside, under the house, in trees.....nothing. I notice one of my neighbors, all of his big dogs were out, so I am assuming the worst. I message him and let him know she is out, has never been out before, and if he sees her to let me know please. Pretty soon other Facebook people were sharing it, I felt like a Kardashian. I let Scott know she was missing so he could mentally prepare that I have lost his cat. He gets home, searches, and I just know she is all swallowed up somewhere.
Alas, he goes outside right as it gets dark and sees her eyeballs underneath the house.
She was scared to death and covered in insulation.
I spent several hours online and reading magazines to try to find recipes that were semi healthy. I am not strong willed enough to do complete clean eating, but I think I did okay. I rid the house of all junk food, (don't ask how), and I indulged in my favorite pizza (Stuffed Crust Pepperoni, Bacon, and Mushroom with Garlic Sauce) and had a very large Diet Mtn Dew. I am not going to say I will live the rest of my life like this, but I do want to eat better. Tomorrow is Easter so we will have ham and deviled eggs, and I have a rather large Monster Energy to gulp down. Monday for breakfast I have a nice breakfast and lunch planned for work. I will start a weekly exercise routine. I did not buy anything carbonated. There is not one Dt Mtn Dew in this house. I better not think about it too much.
I don't know a lot about nutrition, exercise, basically anything that is related to healthy living. I have always ate what I wanted, no matter the time of day, never exercised much, and in 2007 I found myself weighing 311 pounds. I have lost some of that, but I am nowhere near where I need/want to be. I want to do it right, no pills, no diets.
Just thinking about no Soft Tacos makes me want to cry, so that is why I am not giving up anything, just changing a lot of bad habits.
Monday was a sea of emotions. For one, I officially began my eating better campaign. I did good at breakfast, cried through lunch, lol, and used MyFitnessPal to track everything to see where my calorie intake is coming from.
It's snacks, btw.
I left work an hour early because the headache won, I go home, relax, and then horrible news. A very traumatic and tragic family emergency. I left, put the dog in the truck with me (I have no idea why), and went to the hotel to pick up Scott.
I go home, and you guessed it. Stress eating.
I probably threw back 1,000 calories in bread, Scott's snacks, and bread. I should have had a bread I.V.
I ended up going to bed in the first period of the Stars game, and I wanted to watch it all to see if they made the playoffs.
They won the game, but were still mathematically eliminated when Winnipeg also won.
The Braves, with their life ruining trade on Sunday, beat the Miami Marlins.
OMG, remember this blog? Geographically Challenged. I rocked ^^^ that question.
Scott cooked: Peanut Butter Rice Krispies Squares
I took off work on Wednesday to go to the hospital with my family.
I sat with my cousin Troy, as they decided that nothing else could be done for him.
I stood there when he took his last breath, and I watched him leave this world.
Never in my life have I been so angry and sad at the same time.
Troy and I argued and fought all the time. He had to put his two cents in, and I always tried to give it back to him.
I have cried so much in a few days. I cry for my aunt and uncle who lost their only son. I cry for my cousin who lost her only brother.
Troy and I spent a lot of our childhood together, and while I have a lot of memories to hold on to, it isn't enough.
While Troy deserves his own very lengthy blog post, as he was one of my 7 readers, today is not the day to write it.
I am still full of too many emotions, and too many questions.
I enjoy sports, binge watching TV, food, reading, and slightly bearded men.