Muffin Top... Meltdown?????

I voiced my frustrations last week.... and I will do so again this week.
I gained a pound. A freaking pound in the last week.

I worked out 11 out of the last 14 days.

I'm so frustrurated.

BUT today... I feel skinnier... so I'll just hang on to that and ignore the scale. Although I wish the scale would reflect the fact that I am working out and eating decent - not perfect - but decent.

I'll just keep at it.

Muffin Top Meltdown

Meltdown? MELTDOWN!?!?! I'm about to freaking have one.

With the gaining and losing on WW's I've decided this new Points Plus system (that they have changed twice during the weeks that I have been involved) does NOT work for me. Last time I did WW's, at the same time of year on the Original Points system, I lost almost 15 pounds. Now after about 12 weeks  - I've lost a TOTAL of 3.8.

F-ing bite me Weight Watchers. I worked out 6 freaking days last week, watched what I ate. I've only had TWO beers in the last TWO FREAKING WEEKS!! TWO FREAKING BEERS!!

And I gained 1.4 pounds in the last 2 weeks.

My muffin top is not going anywhere. It's a ridiculous thing. No wonder people quit with weight loss goals so easily. If you don't see results - why would you continue!?!?

I am going to keep working out, hit it a little harder and also think of a new way to watch what I eat - but not Weight Watchers. All it's doing is making me miserable that I am not losing.

Sorry Jennifer Hudson and Charles Barkely - you can take your Weight Watchers and shove it.

Things...

• I have lived in my house for 2 1/2 years. I finally am getting around to updating some of the paint in the house. I am currently painting my room "Dusty Leaf". I must say - I like painting. I do not however like washing the walls and taping everything off. So far, I have not dripped a drop of paint on my hardwood floors, but give it time. I currently have a sheet beneath me when painting and that has PLENTY of drops on it. (before and after pictures of the room to come - when finished)

• I started knitting. Well, I started a 'swatch'... just to learn and practice. My Aunt Ann in Texas was nice enough to send me some of my Grandma's needles and yarn. I like knowing I'm using my Grandma's knitting tools. My Aunt also sent me the instructions on how to make my Grandma's famous dish cloths. I hope to work up to those and make some for my family members. (Christmas presents for 2012: Done) So far knitting is not relaxing. In fact I was very tense when learning, my friend Nicole even laughed at me and said I was gritting my teeth. I'll keep at it and become awesome... because I'm awesome.

• I have started to do my taxes and as horrible as this sounds, realized last year I donated WAY more than I should have to charity. Sounds bad doesn't it? I donated more last year than I ever have in my life which is a great thing. The bad thing was I was struggling pay check to pay check - so giving as much as I did, was making me a charity case. So this year I am concentrating on my main charities and will have to say "no" to some of the others.

• I have started to apply for jobs in Denver and the surrounding area's. The dream is still alive. We'll see if anything comes of it. If not, I'll have to move on to Plan B. 
• What is my Plan B, you ask? Winning the lotto of course.

• A few friends and I are traveling to Chicago for Saint Patricks day this year. We are all really excited. I just bought shirts from Raygun that say "Kiss Me I'm Iowish". HAHAHA!

New Pair of Boots

I recently bought 2 new pairs of boots. One pair brown, one pair black. Both Jessica Simpson.
(I love Jessica Simpson heels and boots - I have a closet of heels that proves that.) I even bought a new pair of skinny jeans in order to tuck them into the boots. I'm getting so stylish.

The brown pair look like these... only brown.


There are no zippers on these boots.
They have 4 inch heels.
I have big feet.
They are easy to get on.
They are not easy to get off.
I have had 2 friends help me by pulling the boots off for me.
I have spent minutes and strength I didn't know I had, pulling them off my big ass feet by myself.
I'm just waiting for the night when I get home, I'm tired (maybe inhebirated) and I can't get the boots off... so I'll end up sleeping in them. It'll happen. I know me.

They are really cute though so the fact that it takes work and strength to get them off of me is worth it.

Random

I made the comment to a friend last night “I don’t fall in love”.

When I was younger I loved everyone I dated within days. I haven’t been in love with a guy I was dating for probably about 5 years. After I made the comment “I don’t fall in love”. I realized how sad that sounds.

My hangovers have been so bad lately that drinking doesn’t even seem worth it. I had someone point out that they have a 5Hour Energy before drinking because of the ridiculous amounts of B12 in it. Which may work for me, cause I am very B12 deficient and perhaps that is why my hang overs have gotten so much worse in the last year. That… or it’s because I’m old.

I like Sushi.

Sometimes I wonder how people lie to their significant others. Even if it’s innocent, if you lie – it’s just wrong.

It’s 64 degrees outside. In Iowa. In January. IN JANUARY PEOPLE! It was so beautiful that I walked on my lunch around my work building.

I don’t like kiwi.

I thought Hangover 2 was funny. I liked it. And Bangkok is one of the funniest words ever.

Muffin Top Meltdown

I'm not even gonna talk about it. I didn't weigh in for 3 weeks..... and HOLY SHIT. It's soooo easy to gain weight.

I'm so ashamed.

7up/Sprite

I really can't stand 7up or Sprite.

It's not refreshing. It's not good.

It makes me vomit.

That, is a true statement.

When we were kids and sick, stomach aches or the flu, my mom would have us drink Sprite or 7up, saying to us "It'll make you feel better".

That was kinda of a lie - yes, my mother lied to us.

What she really meant to say was "You will drink this, the carbonation will help you throw up, so then your tummy will feel better."

So when I drink 7up or Sprite all I can think of is throwing up. Granted... it did work. Once you drank the nasty, bubbly, clear substance, it would help make you get sick, which would end up making me feel better... until the next round. Where I would find myself falling for my mom's tricky-ness "drink the 7up, you'll feel better."

Dear 7up,

I hate your stinking guts.

You make me vomit.

You are scum between my toes.

Love, Holly.