I hopped on the scale today to the tune of a 0.3 pound gain. Ugh. But seriously, how can I really complain about that? It’s not even a full pound! I know I’m not losing as fast as I’d like – or as fast as I did before – but I’ve nipped my skyrocketing gains in the bud and have proven to myself that I DO have some control over this.

Unfortunately, my weight tracking chart isn’t as pretty as it once was, in fact it’s got a nice inverted bell curve going on, but at least it’s no longer going to be symmetrical.

Ever have one of those days where you get home from work and realize that your pants are unzipped and have been unzipped for at least a few hours?

That’s the kind of day I’ve been having….for the past several days.  Luckily, the pants thing only happened tonight.  Yes, sadly, I’m admitting it with a wry shake of my head and goofy grin on my face.  This is the point where I thank God that I work the late shift and didn’t run into more than a handful of people – hopefully all of which didn’t notice.  At least no one said anything.

By 10am this morning, I had been to Wal-Mart, Wal-Mart Market, the bank, Whole Foods, and Michaels. I have one or two more things to pick up later, but I can pretty much say that I have all of my errands done. I have a load of dishes going in the dishwasher, all of my groceries put away, and am feeling like I got a lot accomplished. Of course, all of this is a product of the fact that I couldn’t sleep and have been up since 3am. I sense a nap in my near future.

You know that song, or songs, that so deeply connect with you that they just fit?  They almost become comfortable friends?  You can count on them to pull in whatever emotion it is that you associate with that song no matter what else may be going on in your life?

Well, I rediscovered such a song today.  I was getting tired of listening to the same old thing in my car every day, so started flipping through some of the CDs I had nearby.  I came across Flavors Of Entanglement by Alanis Morissette.  I had honestly forgotten about it and all of the songs on it.  As I was listening through more of the songs today, “Incomplete” started up.  I immediately got excited and couldn’t believe that I had forgotten about this song!

Not because of my cooking, of course, if I hadn’t survived.

See, a couple of months ago, I bought some ground chicken (of the Smart Chicken 93/7 variety) because I had never tried it and my grocery store was having an insane sale.  The woman behind the meat counter saw me eying (WordPress says that that is really how you spell that word, but it just looks really odd to me right now – does that ever happen to you?) it and called out that she loved it.  She said she thought it tasted better than lean ground turkey, which I had tried before and really wasn’t fond of.  I even grabbed a tube and went over and compared the nutritional stats between it and a tube of the lean ground turkey nearby and I don’t know if it was just the brands, but the stats on the ground chicken were a bit better.

Ha – Pop Poll. Makes me think of these things from my youth. Wow, I loved them, and in fact, I think I still have mine somewhere in storage. I’m pretty sure I had the white one.
So the subject of today’s Pop Poll (kind of like a pop quiz, but with no way to fail) is “How do you eat?” and on this go ’round, I’ve got two questions for you.
First, how frequently do you have meals throughout the day? I know there’s been a lot of value placed in the media of having multiple small meals throughout the day, but I noticed on The Biggest Loser the other night that both Bob and Jillian said not to do that.

Hi everybody!

Today I stepped on the scale for my *official* weigh-in and I’m sure the look on my face was priceless.  I proceeded to step off the scale, wait for it to turn off, poke it with my foot to reset it, hop back on, check out the weight it stated and then repeated the whole process two or three more times.  At one point, I even grabbed a big bottle of vinegar that was sitting nearby (long story….) and hopped back on just to make sure that it wasn’t just giving me the same total every time because of a glitch.

I’ve posted a couple of times about the movie, “Lbs.”  I don’t quite remember what brought it on, but I was doing a Google search for movies that contained overweight main characters and somehow, by luck, chance, or fate, I stumbled across the movie’s official website.  I read the synopsis and then watched the trailer.  At that point, I was hooked and immediately posted a quick comment/link on here to share it with all of you.  I then proceeded to check out the rest of their site and was fascinated by what I read.

Unfortunately, my left temple is going “thump, thump, thump, thump” right now.  So if any of my forthcoming comments make no sense – that’s my excuse.  As to my excuse on any other day, I’m still trying to come up with one.

First, I just called and checked in with my dad about 1/2 hr ago and so far so good.  You know, unless he’s lying to me.  But he answered and sounded coherent, so I’m taking that as a good sign.

I feel so bad for lying to my mom.  I called her on my way to work to see what time she was planning on calling my dad (so I could space out my calls) and it sounds like she’s having fun.  But she asked “how are things there?  Any problems, has he fallen?”  Immediately I said, “no, everything’s fine.”  Then that feeling of guilt spiked through me.  But like I said this morning, she doesn’t need to know until she comes home.  No need to spoil her trip.  My dad even agreed with me on this.

First, I’m going to need you guys (pretty please?) to send up some prayers, cross your fingers, do the hokey-pokey, or whatever it is that you guys do when you really want something to go your way.  I’m really nervous right now.  Okay, I’ll admit it.  I’m downright scared.  It’s a little after 3:30 am and my dad just had a seizure and fell again.  This time right outside my bedroom in our upstairs hallway – not even 10 ft from the stairs.  He seemed okay when he got up and he went into his bedroom where I made him turn off the video game he was playing (I know – best thing for an epileptic, right?) and he went to bed.  But he’s got the door shut and I’m just praying that the seizures have really stopped.  I do know that he took his one set of meds 1/2 hr late this morning (er yesterday morning), so I’m hoping that’s all that it is.  I’ll have to set my alarm and get up and make sure that he takes them on time tomorrow.