Gabriela Whitley. To describe how perfect she is, is sickening. With her auburn hair and golden highlights. Those big blue eyes that that drive guys crazy. Her disgustingly in shape body keeps all eyes on her as I sit next to her, hoping one of those ball players notice me. Ugh! She's even smart! Really smart! If only I had half her brains...
But perfect? She is not. She's such a flirt! And apparently not really in love with Camden as I am. She should just tell him! Maybe I should.
Why doesn't he see me? Why does he have to be so caught up in Gabriela who quite apparently loves Jimmy. Look at how she smiles when he's around. Ever since her accident, she hasn't been the same. Maybe something will happen to her before Spring Break so she doesn't come with us. Then I can have Cam all to myself... A devilish grin spread across Bree's face as she opened the campus door. She swayed dreamily to her dorm room humming, Oh Gabby, it's time you took a tumble. It's time you lost your love. Or maybe we just need to rumble So your love can become mine. She snickered as she shut the door.
Monday, January 20, 2014
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Interview Lyana Jo style
Many questions have been asked and I am ready to answer a few.
Why do I write?
I write because I enjoy it. It doesn't matter what I write just that I get a chance to speak and I have lots to say. Being blessed with an imagination also keeps me writing.
What inspired me to write a novel?
That has always been my lifelong dream: to be able to share my ideas and create an imaginary world with realistic characters, even if not everyone (and not everyone will) enjoy my writing.
Why did I choose a vampire tale?
Good question! It never crossed my mind that I should write a vampire tale. I had always loved vampire tales, especially Anne Rice's Vampire Lestat and had watched many vampire movies since I was a child.
I had been trying to write a horror novel (Stephen King was my inspiration!) prior to writing Gabriela Whitley: The Rise of the Kingdom, but I couldn't get my ideas organized and I couldn't visualize where the story would end up. At another point, I chose to write my life story. But, I just couldn't get into it. Not at that point. Perhaps soon, I'll find the desire again.
My sister talked me into reading a vampire series because she absolutely loved it. Apparently, the world was speaking about it. Finally, I decided to try it and after reading the series I didn't agree with the writer's thoughts. As I sat thinking about it, an idea popped into my mind and I sat down to write. Once I started writing, the words flowed onto the paper until I had a complete rough draft, which took less than two months. I didn't realize how easy it was to let my imagination go until I tried.
Why do I write?
I write because I enjoy it. It doesn't matter what I write just that I get a chance to speak and I have lots to say. Being blessed with an imagination also keeps me writing.
What inspired me to write a novel?
That has always been my lifelong dream: to be able to share my ideas and create an imaginary world with realistic characters, even if not everyone (and not everyone will) enjoy my writing.
Why did I choose a vampire tale?
Good question! It never crossed my mind that I should write a vampire tale. I had always loved vampire tales, especially Anne Rice's Vampire Lestat and had watched many vampire movies since I was a child.
I had been trying to write a horror novel (Stephen King was my inspiration!) prior to writing Gabriela Whitley: The Rise of the Kingdom, but I couldn't get my ideas organized and I couldn't visualize where the story would end up. At another point, I chose to write my life story. But, I just couldn't get into it. Not at that point. Perhaps soon, I'll find the desire again.
My sister talked me into reading a vampire series because she absolutely loved it. Apparently, the world was speaking about it. Finally, I decided to try it and after reading the series I didn't agree with the writer's thoughts. As I sat thinking about it, an idea popped into my mind and I sat down to write. Once I started writing, the words flowed onto the paper until I had a complete rough draft, which took less than two months. I didn't realize how easy it was to let my imagination go until I tried.
Monday, January 13, 2014
Awaiting the Elliptical
Here we are another week and I'm still here to blog!
The Schwinn 4.5 elliptical trainer was ordered on December thirtieth and was due to arrive on the ninth of January. When January ninth came, the phone was silent. I really wanted to begin my New Year's Resolution. But without the elliptical, I couldn't motivate myself to keep the healthy habits I wanted to begin. (Did you catch that I hadn't even started yet!)
Finally on the eleventh it was delivered in a box and sat on my basement floor. My hubby wasn't ready to put it together. It took some encouragement and a little shove to get him to even open the box. But once he opened the box he started the assembly.
I finally stepped onto the trainer around ten thirty (not that it took him hours to build, just some extra coaxing to get 'er done) that evening. It was a moment of Ahh... until I began testing it out to make sure that it worked properly. I started full of energy to burn and setup my profile as I walked, tried to create a goal (but I don't know what I'm doing) and gave it a test run.
The hubby told me he wanted to make sure the resistance and incline were working properly and had me adjust it all the way to the hardest level and back down. My quads were screaming and I was panting. It felt great to be exercising and I looked down at the time, sure that I had gone at least ten minutes. The timer on the machine showed 1:32. Seriously? One minute and thirty-two seconds? Ack! I am completely out of shape! I pushed forward with no resistance and flat land for ten minutes. It was the longest ten minutes of my life! I couldn't even do the cool down on the machine. Instead, I chose to get off the elliptical and stretch on the floor. I told myself, hey, it's a start! I promised myself I would wake at 5:30 (with Bear) and begin a thirty minute routine every morning starting tomorrow.
Tomorrow came (which was today) and Bear didn't wake me up at five thirty. As a matter of fact, Bear didn't wake up until almost seven. I begged him for five more minutes on top of that. Finally, I rolled out of bed (at seven) and after taking Bear out, I put on my shoes and jumped on the machine. Again, my quads were screaming! After three and a half minutes (even though I told myself the first five minutes are the worse, just hang in there), I was done. My excuse: I needed to shower and get ready for church.
After church, I did get back on and told myself that I would do fifteen minutes. I made it another ten before I said, "Let's go eat!" Oh my gosh! It has been a long time since I had really worked out and all I can do is laugh! I had bragged to my hubby (and he knew that I was truthful due to my prior employment at the YMCA) that I would get on the elliptical for an hour at a time. But so did he (brag about an hour workout on the elliptical).
Tonight I said, "Let's do this thing." I climbed up and started my workout. This time, no matter how much it burned, I pushed forward (with my ipod) in hopes to make twenty minutes. As I neared twenty minutes, a song came on that I wanted to hear so I continued. Then I decided to go until thirty minutes. At thirty minutes, I looked at the clock and it was just a couple of minutes until nine. So I kept on until nine. At nine, I started my cool down and am pleased to say I completed a thirty-five minute workout. Yay, for me!
I asked the hubby if he was going to do his workout as I stretched. He said, Oh, tomorrow night. Needless to say, I talked him into working out. What's ten minutes anyway (shrug). He finally agreed and ended up completing a thirty-five minute workout.
It was definitely tough to get back into it, but well worth it.
The Schwinn 4.5 elliptical trainer was ordered on December thirtieth and was due to arrive on the ninth of January. When January ninth came, the phone was silent. I really wanted to begin my New Year's Resolution. But without the elliptical, I couldn't motivate myself to keep the healthy habits I wanted to begin. (Did you catch that I hadn't even started yet!)
Finally on the eleventh it was delivered in a box and sat on my basement floor. My hubby wasn't ready to put it together. It took some encouragement and a little shove to get him to even open the box. But once he opened the box he started the assembly.
I finally stepped onto the trainer around ten thirty (not that it took him hours to build, just some extra coaxing to get 'er done) that evening. It was a moment of Ahh... until I began testing it out to make sure that it worked properly. I started full of energy to burn and setup my profile as I walked, tried to create a goal (but I don't know what I'm doing) and gave it a test run.
The hubby told me he wanted to make sure the resistance and incline were working properly and had me adjust it all the way to the hardest level and back down. My quads were screaming and I was panting. It felt great to be exercising and I looked down at the time, sure that I had gone at least ten minutes. The timer on the machine showed 1:32. Seriously? One minute and thirty-two seconds? Ack! I am completely out of shape! I pushed forward with no resistance and flat land for ten minutes. It was the longest ten minutes of my life! I couldn't even do the cool down on the machine. Instead, I chose to get off the elliptical and stretch on the floor. I told myself, hey, it's a start! I promised myself I would wake at 5:30 (with Bear) and begin a thirty minute routine every morning starting tomorrow.
Tomorrow came (which was today) and Bear didn't wake me up at five thirty. As a matter of fact, Bear didn't wake up until almost seven. I begged him for five more minutes on top of that. Finally, I rolled out of bed (at seven) and after taking Bear out, I put on my shoes and jumped on the machine. Again, my quads were screaming! After three and a half minutes (even though I told myself the first five minutes are the worse, just hang in there), I was done. My excuse: I needed to shower and get ready for church.
After church, I did get back on and told myself that I would do fifteen minutes. I made it another ten before I said, "Let's go eat!" Oh my gosh! It has been a long time since I had really worked out and all I can do is laugh! I had bragged to my hubby (and he knew that I was truthful due to my prior employment at the YMCA) that I would get on the elliptical for an hour at a time. But so did he (brag about an hour workout on the elliptical).
Tonight I said, "Let's do this thing." I climbed up and started my workout. This time, no matter how much it burned, I pushed forward (with my ipod) in hopes to make twenty minutes. As I neared twenty minutes, a song came on that I wanted to hear so I continued. Then I decided to go until thirty minutes. At thirty minutes, I looked at the clock and it was just a couple of minutes until nine. So I kept on until nine. At nine, I started my cool down and am pleased to say I completed a thirty-five minute workout. Yay, for me!
I asked the hubby if he was going to do his workout as I stretched. He said, Oh, tomorrow night. Needless to say, I talked him into working out. What's ten minutes anyway (shrug). He finally agreed and ended up completing a thirty-five minute workout.
It was definitely tough to get back into it, but well worth it.
Friday, January 10, 2014
Tough Breaks In A Perfect World
Sometimes I feel that life is meant to be a challenge. That the more obstacles you have to tackle, the stronger you are meant to be. Trust me, with the tough situations that have fallen in my lap in the last year, I believe it.
Honestly, I have been fighting battles for most of my life. Battles that left scars and wounds left open. But all of those were situations I overcame and yes that made me stronger. However, the latest situation has been the toughest and perhaps the hardest to begin speaking about openly. Miscarriage or rather miscarriages in my case. (If you thought it was my love life, that is mistaken. That is the strongest part of my life and has been since the day we met almost four years ago.)
My husband and I met by chance (or rather two friends that got together and introduced us). Meeting him is a novel all in itself. So easily one can find themselves soaked up in romance and unable to avoid such an aura. Trust me, when you find your soul mate, it is forever and amazingly easy.
Our wedding was a fairy tale wedding and our lives seemed to be a happily ever after. We were pregnant right away but then miscarried a week after we found out. The doctors kept saying to calm down because the numbers were still going up, but I knew in my heart it wasn't staying around.
Two months later we were pregnant again. I was a nervous wreck until we went to our eight week check up. The heart beat was strong and steady and then I saw the sonogram of the baby and knew everything would be all right. I didn't have any fears after that moment. Except for the occasional feeling that something wasn't quite right. It seemed too easy. I pushed that nagging feeling away believing I only felt that way because of the first miscarriage.
My twelve week appointment was on the last working day before winter break. I was so excited to see how big the baby had grown. I thought it was weird I hadn't gained any weight but I was teaching classes at the gym. Staying in shape was important. But I was careful and honestly didn't work out all that much since becoming pregnant.
I walked into the doctor's office and into the room, patiently waiting for my husband and the doctor to arrive. (Sometimes it's hard to get away from work in the afternoon!) Everything seemed great. He started up the machine so we could take a look and he had a hard time finding the baby. I knew then it wasn't good. I stared at the monitor praying for him to find the baby. When he found the baby it sat motionless and no bigger than the sonogram picture I kept in my purse. I silently begged for the heart to start beating believing that this cannot be. My husband had his arms around me as the tears rolled down my cheeks. A fog smothered me and no words could come.
I heard my doctor saying something about scheduling a DNC on Christmas Eve morning and all I could do was nod my head.
There's not much more that I need to say, except that it had taken a long time for me to stop blaming myself. Wondering what I did wrong. Wondering what I could have done differently. Blaming stress related issues and exercise for the loss. Blaming myself for not quitting working out. Blaming anything and everything but mainly myself.
I'm not sure how my husband was able to stay so close to me with all the sleepless nights or crying myself to sleep. There were times I was irritable when he left me alone and my wrath he faced was not like me at all. Every time he left me alone, I bawled and asked Why? My husband took to longer nights sleeping and didn't say those wonderful words (I want to have a baby with you) to me anymore. He didn't touch me the same (madly in love went to tender loving/sorry for your loss) or look at me the same (with that are you okay? look in his eyes.) Or maybe I just invented that because I needed to blame someone or something for our loss.
It can be really tough and a huge strain on a marriage. Trust me, I went through many emotions. But because he is such a wonderful man, he stood by me and held me every moment he could. He even held me when I growled and told him to leave me alone, when what I really wanted was to be wrapped up in his arms.
This story doesn't have a happy ending as far as a child being born. We have miscarried twice since (making four times in one year) but that one was the hardest to recover from.
If truth be told, I am the happiest ever because of his undying love for me. Our romance has grown strong again but our bond is tighter than it ever has been. We are still inseparable and have that glow (according to his dad) that shows just how in love we are. That's really all that matters, right? True love and devotion to one another? I believe so. I know we are forever even if a child between us isn't possible.
Honestly, I have been fighting battles for most of my life. Battles that left scars and wounds left open. But all of those were situations I overcame and yes that made me stronger. However, the latest situation has been the toughest and perhaps the hardest to begin speaking about openly. Miscarriage or rather miscarriages in my case. (If you thought it was my love life, that is mistaken. That is the strongest part of my life and has been since the day we met almost four years ago.)
My husband and I met by chance (or rather two friends that got together and introduced us). Meeting him is a novel all in itself. So easily one can find themselves soaked up in romance and unable to avoid such an aura. Trust me, when you find your soul mate, it is forever and amazingly easy.
Our wedding was a fairy tale wedding and our lives seemed to be a happily ever after. We were pregnant right away but then miscarried a week after we found out. The doctors kept saying to calm down because the numbers were still going up, but I knew in my heart it wasn't staying around.
Two months later we were pregnant again. I was a nervous wreck until we went to our eight week check up. The heart beat was strong and steady and then I saw the sonogram of the baby and knew everything would be all right. I didn't have any fears after that moment. Except for the occasional feeling that something wasn't quite right. It seemed too easy. I pushed that nagging feeling away believing I only felt that way because of the first miscarriage.
My twelve week appointment was on the last working day before winter break. I was so excited to see how big the baby had grown. I thought it was weird I hadn't gained any weight but I was teaching classes at the gym. Staying in shape was important. But I was careful and honestly didn't work out all that much since becoming pregnant.
I walked into the doctor's office and into the room, patiently waiting for my husband and the doctor to arrive. (Sometimes it's hard to get away from work in the afternoon!) Everything seemed great. He started up the machine so we could take a look and he had a hard time finding the baby. I knew then it wasn't good. I stared at the monitor praying for him to find the baby. When he found the baby it sat motionless and no bigger than the sonogram picture I kept in my purse. I silently begged for the heart to start beating believing that this cannot be. My husband had his arms around me as the tears rolled down my cheeks. A fog smothered me and no words could come.
I heard my doctor saying something about scheduling a DNC on Christmas Eve morning and all I could do was nod my head.
There's not much more that I need to say, except that it had taken a long time for me to stop blaming myself. Wondering what I did wrong. Wondering what I could have done differently. Blaming stress related issues and exercise for the loss. Blaming myself for not quitting working out. Blaming anything and everything but mainly myself.
I'm not sure how my husband was able to stay so close to me with all the sleepless nights or crying myself to sleep. There were times I was irritable when he left me alone and my wrath he faced was not like me at all. Every time he left me alone, I bawled and asked Why? My husband took to longer nights sleeping and didn't say those wonderful words (I want to have a baby with you) to me anymore. He didn't touch me the same (madly in love went to tender loving/sorry for your loss) or look at me the same (with that are you okay? look in his eyes.) Or maybe I just invented that because I needed to blame someone or something for our loss.
It can be really tough and a huge strain on a marriage. Trust me, I went through many emotions. But because he is such a wonderful man, he stood by me and held me every moment he could. He even held me when I growled and told him to leave me alone, when what I really wanted was to be wrapped up in his arms.
This story doesn't have a happy ending as far as a child being born. We have miscarried twice since (making four times in one year) but that one was the hardest to recover from.
If truth be told, I am the happiest ever because of his undying love for me. Our romance has grown strong again but our bond is tighter than it ever has been. We are still inseparable and have that glow (according to his dad) that shows just how in love we are. That's really all that matters, right? True love and devotion to one another? I believe so. I know we are forever even if a child between us isn't possible.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Gift Making Errors
Have you ever created a specially made gift that you spent hours or even days creating and then when it came in, you realize that you've misspelled a few words and didn't catch it prior to ordering it? What do I do now? It wasn't their mistake, but my own. I did proofread it and readjusted pictures continuously. But somehow I didn't acknowledge it consciously. To make matters worse, they were gifts to my parents! Oh no! I'm sure they will look at it and laugh and then secretly wonder why they spent any money on my education. All those creative writing and English courses (and yet I know I still have grammar issues...) I had taken really paid off!
That's why it's nice to always have a second set of eyes when you spend so many hours working without a break or in the least recheck it after you've had a break. A long break. In my defense, I was on a time crunch to make Christmas only to realize that it wasn't due to arrive until New Years! Ack!!
I'm sure my parents will be very forgiving and love that I made them a special photo book of their own. The errors just show that after all these years, I am still human... though sometimes I wonder just how human I am...
That's why it's nice to always have a second set of eyes when you spend so many hours working without a break or in the least recheck it after you've had a break. A long break. In my defense, I was on a time crunch to make Christmas only to realize that it wasn't due to arrive until New Years! Ack!!
I'm sure my parents will be very forgiving and love that I made them a special photo book of their own. The errors just show that after all these years, I am still human... though sometimes I wonder just how human I am...
This morning I woke to the alarm clock, which I intentionally set one hour earlier (5:30), and my head felt as if a freight train had barreled over it. I tried to lay back down to sleep but then little Bear was already revved and ready to go. Sure, you're asking why I would choose to wake so early? Well, I thought if I woke up and got a little exercise and morning typing exercise (blogging) started, I would be able to keep up my New Year's resolutions.
Right now, I'm drinking an extra shot of espresso in my coffee and looking for Tylenol. Hopefully, tomorrow will be much easier. Then again I may choose to sleep instead and write at night (kinda think that's sounding better every second)! I'm supposed to be nocturnal anyway (because I write vampire tales).
Alright, so what's on my mind today? Well, it's cold, bitter cold, and I honestly would prefer to snuggle back in the warm sheets and heavy comforter. This weather is simply bone chilling. Walking from the car to the building, my hands felt as if Jack Frost touched them. What's worse? Walking into the classroom and ready to shed some layers of clothes. But it was greatly welcomed against the icy cold.
Just thinking about the weather outside makes me shiver and want to make hot chocolate (but it's so warm under the blanket!). After a shot of espresso, you would think I'm pumped and ready to go... But no. I'm ready for another siesta! Surely this cold will break so that I won't need to hibernate as much. Wouldn't it be nice to pass the cold icy bitter winter by hibernating as the bear does? Now, that doesn't include the holidays. We could start hibernation New Year's Day (since most probably did sleep the day away after the long New Year's Eve!) and wake up in March (provided the weather began to warm up. We would have to pay attention to the ground hog for sure!) or at least before Easter!
You are probably thinking, this definitely doesn't sound like the Lyana Jo I know. Maybe it's only just that I did wake up way too early and am still so sleepy. Ask me tomorrow and I might say, sleep? Who needs sleep? did you know that eight hours of sleep each night is a third of your lifetime? I know...right?! (There now that sounds more like me.) so imagine those who (like my husband) require more! It's hard to stay in bed on weekends, because that's the time to play and shop and relax. Why would I want to waste my weekend away with sleep? Let's just sleep throughout the week (well after work anyway) and then shop til we drop (or until we have nothing left to spend). Now there's an idea.
Okay, okay. Sleeping eight hours is essential to your diet (not like a real diet but your food intake) along with exercise to keep a healthy heart.
Right now, I'm drinking an extra shot of espresso in my coffee and looking for Tylenol. Hopefully, tomorrow will be much easier. Then again I may choose to sleep instead and write at night (kinda think that's sounding better every second)! I'm supposed to be nocturnal anyway (because I write vampire tales).
Alright, so what's on my mind today? Well, it's cold, bitter cold, and I honestly would prefer to snuggle back in the warm sheets and heavy comforter. This weather is simply bone chilling. Walking from the car to the building, my hands felt as if Jack Frost touched them. What's worse? Walking into the classroom and ready to shed some layers of clothes. But it was greatly welcomed against the icy cold.
Just thinking about the weather outside makes me shiver and want to make hot chocolate (but it's so warm under the blanket!). After a shot of espresso, you would think I'm pumped and ready to go... But no. I'm ready for another siesta! Surely this cold will break so that I won't need to hibernate as much. Wouldn't it be nice to pass the cold icy bitter winter by hibernating as the bear does? Now, that doesn't include the holidays. We could start hibernation New Year's Day (since most probably did sleep the day away after the long New Year's Eve!) and wake up in March (provided the weather began to warm up. We would have to pay attention to the ground hog for sure!) or at least before Easter!
You are probably thinking, this definitely doesn't sound like the Lyana Jo I know. Maybe it's only just that I did wake up way too early and am still so sleepy. Ask me tomorrow and I might say, sleep? Who needs sleep? did you know that eight hours of sleep each night is a third of your lifetime? I know...right?! (There now that sounds more like me.) so imagine those who (like my husband) require more! It's hard to stay in bed on weekends, because that's the time to play and shop and relax. Why would I want to waste my weekend away with sleep? Let's just sleep throughout the week (well after work anyway) and then shop til we drop (or until we have nothing left to spend). Now there's an idea.
Okay, okay. Sleeping eight hours is essential to your diet (not like a real diet but your food intake) along with exercise to keep a healthy heart.
Monday, January 6, 2014
Eating Habits in the New Year
This year started with a resolution to begin eating healthier (as I say popping a handful of dark chocolate drizzled popcorn into my mouth). However I think that I actually forgot to start the resolution. It's as if I never actually told myself that it had to begin on January first. Now I am thinking, how do I tell myself that I had better cut out the oreo mint chocolate ice cream after the kiddos are tucked in bed. Or to quit making S'mores over the fireplace. (But to do that I must finish cleaning out the supplies by eating them first as not to waste food. Right?)
For lunch a group of co-workers and I were discussing going out to eat. Mexican was the theme. Funny, I had already gone out for Mexican at the beginning of the week and made a Mexican fiesta for dinner two nights before. So needless to say, Mexican wasn't really sounding good. To make things even better, the place they chose I really didn't care for. I simply said, "Go and have a great time. I need to go home to take care of my sweet little Bear." Simple enough and hopefully sweetly done as I had no intention on starting an issue. It's not that I didn't want to socialize, just that I wanted something else more desireable (and it was in my fridge!) Then the guilt came when I was asked why I didn't want to join. Ugh... "Man, suck it up and go!" I told myself. I wasn't fibbing about Bear. I hadn't been home for a couple of days and really felt that I needed some time with him, because he hadn't been home alone in the last couple of weeks and he's still just a puppy. So, I said, "It's just not a place I like to eat, but go and have fun." Of course I was ridiculed about not liking authentic Mexican food, which only made me giggle as I thought of Max's place in Rocky Point and my trips to Santa Fe, New Mexico. (Now that was authentic and so delicious!)
I followed them out to the car thinking, I do really need to go home and take care of the puppy and that I could meet them up there. Then my friendly co-worker made a comment that had me ready to roll on the ground laughing. She said 'Oh, she's on a health kick," and then added, "Go and eat your sandwich." Hilarious! The mouth watering meal waiting for me at home was from Pei Wei and wasn't that healthy at all. I must really have convinced peeps that I was not able to falter from my resolution when indeed I am probably the most stubborn to motivate (I kinda think that I get that from my dad) unless I really want to do it. In other words, at time I can be all talk and quiet the bulls... (Oops... Let me stop there!)
I promised to join them after I took care of Bear, in which I did. More from guilt of not going and great company than anything. Plus, I was out of chocolate drizzled popcorn and tired of the Tollhouse cookies. The no-bakes are still waiting for me to make them and really I preferred a little conversation.
At some point, I'm going to have to start this resolution (right?). Might even try this weekend. But it's so cold that hot cocoa and Chai lattes sound yummy alongside lemon cookies and/or no-bake cookies. Thank goodness none are in the house (though I have all the ingredients to make them but that would require me to actually get away from the computer and make a mess in the clean kitchen, yet they sound so good!).
Ooh my gosh... what is happening to me? I'm beginning to think there is a conspiracy to make me become... I don't know... Ack! I've never not started a resolution, except last year. And maybe the year before. Oh geez, who am I kidding? I haven't really been on top of food resolutions since I met my husband. He's really the one to blame. Before him, I lived at the gym and drank only water. If I wanted a dessert, I ate yogurt, dessert style. So I'm not lying when I say he's to blame. Hee hee.
Okay, now, I can start this resolution. Baby steps... start with water... Oh I'm drinking mostly water! That's new! Now vitamins... oh I bought those yesterday! Wait here, I'll be baaacckk! Check! What's next... exercise... Oh my husband, sweet husband, bought me an elliptical so I am going to start using it around the 9th or 10th! Hey... don't give me that! I have no choice... it won't be here til then. Plus, he has to set it up. Which I will be so excited (the first day) to use it the moment that it arrives so I will pester him until it's ready for use. Aren't wives great, I say with a hand over my mouth snickering. Oh, Pilates, you say? Yeah... I suppose I can start that (since I had to anyway because of my back, grrr) up while I wait for the Schwinn to come in.
We all have a tough time getting our resolutions started (unless you are absolutely motivated) and sometimes we just need a little push or a friendly reminder. Just say I can do it (like that little steam engine said) and you can accomplish the world, or at least the little things. So, just prove to yourself that you can do it and go for it. A healthy body equals (or is the same as) a healthy mind.
For lunch a group of co-workers and I were discussing going out to eat. Mexican was the theme. Funny, I had already gone out for Mexican at the beginning of the week and made a Mexican fiesta for dinner two nights before. So needless to say, Mexican wasn't really sounding good. To make things even better, the place they chose I really didn't care for. I simply said, "Go and have a great time. I need to go home to take care of my sweet little Bear." Simple enough and hopefully sweetly done as I had no intention on starting an issue. It's not that I didn't want to socialize, just that I wanted something else more desireable (and it was in my fridge!) Then the guilt came when I was asked why I didn't want to join. Ugh... "Man, suck it up and go!" I told myself. I wasn't fibbing about Bear. I hadn't been home for a couple of days and really felt that I needed some time with him, because he hadn't been home alone in the last couple of weeks and he's still just a puppy. So, I said, "It's just not a place I like to eat, but go and have fun." Of course I was ridiculed about not liking authentic Mexican food, which only made me giggle as I thought of Max's place in Rocky Point and my trips to Santa Fe, New Mexico. (Now that was authentic and so delicious!)
I followed them out to the car thinking, I do really need to go home and take care of the puppy and that I could meet them up there. Then my friendly co-worker made a comment that had me ready to roll on the ground laughing. She said 'Oh, she's on a health kick," and then added, "Go and eat your sandwich." Hilarious! The mouth watering meal waiting for me at home was from Pei Wei and wasn't that healthy at all. I must really have convinced peeps that I was not able to falter from my resolution when indeed I am probably the most stubborn to motivate (I kinda think that I get that from my dad) unless I really want to do it. In other words, at time I can be all talk and quiet the bulls... (Oops... Let me stop there!)
I promised to join them after I took care of Bear, in which I did. More from guilt of not going and great company than anything. Plus, I was out of chocolate drizzled popcorn and tired of the Tollhouse cookies. The no-bakes are still waiting for me to make them and really I preferred a little conversation.
At some point, I'm going to have to start this resolution (right?). Might even try this weekend. But it's so cold that hot cocoa and Chai lattes sound yummy alongside lemon cookies and/or no-bake cookies. Thank goodness none are in the house (though I have all the ingredients to make them but that would require me to actually get away from the computer and make a mess in the clean kitchen, yet they sound so good!).
Ooh my gosh... what is happening to me? I'm beginning to think there is a conspiracy to make me become... I don't know... Ack! I've never not started a resolution, except last year. And maybe the year before. Oh geez, who am I kidding? I haven't really been on top of food resolutions since I met my husband. He's really the one to blame. Before him, I lived at the gym and drank only water. If I wanted a dessert, I ate yogurt, dessert style. So I'm not lying when I say he's to blame. Hee hee.
Okay, now, I can start this resolution. Baby steps... start with water... Oh I'm drinking mostly water! That's new! Now vitamins... oh I bought those yesterday! Wait here, I'll be baaacckk! Check! What's next... exercise... Oh my husband, sweet husband, bought me an elliptical so I am going to start using it around the 9th or 10th! Hey... don't give me that! I have no choice... it won't be here til then. Plus, he has to set it up. Which I will be so excited (the first day) to use it the moment that it arrives so I will pester him until it's ready for use. Aren't wives great, I say with a hand over my mouth snickering. Oh, Pilates, you say? Yeah... I suppose I can start that (since I had to anyway because of my back, grrr) up while I wait for the Schwinn to come in.
We all have a tough time getting our resolutions started (unless you are absolutely motivated) and sometimes we just need a little push or a friendly reminder. Just say I can do it (like that little steam engine said) and you can accomplish the world, or at least the little things. So, just prove to yourself that you can do it and go for it. A healthy body equals (or is the same as) a healthy mind.
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