Single Hood Dinner... and I Mean HOOD

A received 2 messages on Facebook today from girlfriends who told me they made my famous "Pita Pizza" for dinner last night. (Ok, famous in MY world!) And the crazy thing is that I made it last night too.

But I was very short on ingredients so I went a little GHETTOOOOOOOO-style on my famous pita pizza. Basically there was a pita, very little cheese (I didn't have much left), and sliced turkey hot dogs. Seriously.

This got me to thinking (and seeking validation, of course).
As a sexy singleton, I often eat random, easy to make, odd things for dinner. They are often eaten as they are being cooked, standing over the sink or in front of the TV out of plastic Tupperware using my hands. Now, many of you are not sexy singleton's but you know you do this when your significant (or insignificant) other is not home.

So, let the sharing begin. I'll start.

• Canned tuna thrown in barilla plus pasta with random left over veggies thrown in.
• Cottage cheese and crackers
• Popcorn and wine (this has been sidelined with my new weight goal)
• Broccoli (for some reason I always have broccoli at home) and tuna (same with tuna)
• Junkyard salad - basically anything left in fridge (usually veggies, hard boiled eggs, etc.)

What say you?

Bringing Dirty Back

You know I love letting you guys in on all the dirt.
I've got a good one for ya, but I'm hoping this will inspire you to leave a comment with your own similar story so I don't feel like a total scumbag.

Sometimes, I do gross things.

Here's an actual IM describing my latest favorite gross thing to do.

POM: Dude, I can't wait 'til you see my hair tonight. It's flippin'
awesome and everyone at work keeps asking why I'm so fancy.

BFF: I'm scared.

POM: You should be.

BFF: Can't wait.

POM: OK, get this. I did Bikram last night, and didn't wash my hair
after.

BFF: Gross

POM: It gets better. Then I ran this morning. And still
didn't wash my hair.

And I came to work like this.
And everyone thinks it's fancy. Muahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

It's my new favorite thing. For some reason, sweat makes my hair nice and wavy and naturally beachy cute.

Side note: I did actually SHOWER, I just didn't wash the hair.

Please tell me you do gross things too - share with me people....

Welp, It's A Start

Albeit, a small one.

For my first Monday morning weigh-in I was expecting something amazing. Although, I have no idea why.

I started the weekend off with a nice HOT run after work, about 4 miles. Saturday I met a girlfriend for a 5 miler, including speed work (WOW do we need speed work). Side note: even with speedwork, the average pace was OVER 10 min/miles. Side side note: My pace last year was in the 8's. WT Hizzo?

Then it all went downhill. I babysat my nieces and their new little kitty Coco, where I ate hot dogs and french fries and pasta salad. Sunday I had dinner with a boy and drank wine. Not too much though, only 3 glasses :)

So this morning I weighed in at 144. That's 2 lbs down from last week. I ate really well all week and kept up with workouts. Just think if I actually held strong over the weekend?

I don't think I've announced it yet - but I'm going go Cabo over the 4th of July. BIKINI time people. So my goal is to get back to about 135 by then. 9 lbs to go. My work and personal schedule of the next couple weeks isn't crazy (not much travel, etc.) So I really can put all my focus and energy into getting healthy again.

I'm pretty excited about it.

It Only Works If you Work It

I think the world is divided up between two people: rule followers and rule breakers. I am definitely a rule follower.

This especially applies to yoga. If you've ever taken a Bikram class, you know there are some basic rules.

• No shoes/socks in the yoga room.
• No talking in the yoga room.
• Look at yourself - straight ahead (wonky eyes is my BIGGEST peeve in yoga).
• Don't drink water in middle of pose.
• Don't be wonky in the middle of a pose, especially balancing poses
• Try your best (remember it's called 'practice' for a reason)

There are more, but these are the ones that I can remember right now.

On to my story - this new chick walked in to yoga and by the way she signed in, I knew she was a rule breaker - and an annoying one at that. She had a very muscular physique, which she made sure everyone in the lobby knew it was because she surfed everyday. Whatever, that's fine. But she was definitely the type of girl that wants all eyes on her. By the way, she was not pretty in a conventional sense, but she was attractive, natural, a typical surfer type.

As class was beginning, the teacher introduced the new people. When she walked by surfer chick, the teacher made a comment about how fit she was. (The teacher is nice and very personable with everyone.) I should note that the owner of the studio was positioned behind me and the new girl was positioned to the side of her. Both were in my line of vision (without my eyes being wonky all over the room).

It was quite obvious that new girl was just not into yoga - like she thought it was too easy or she was too good for it. You could tell my her expressions, eye rolling, etc. I also noticed that she put about 20% energy into her poses. For example, one pose you are supposed to grab behind your heels - she had her hands barely below her knees and was looking around the room, instead of down.

Throughout class, the teacher observes everyone and checks. About half way through the class, she asked surfer chick how she was doing.

Surfer chick responded, "meh, I'm barely sweating."

(Please note: the class was super crowded which makes the room muy caliente mas. I am estimating it at about 110 degrees.)

The owner of the studio piped up and said, "work harder then."

I LOVED IT.

Lesson of the day: You get out of it what you put in!

Coming Clean

There are 2 things I am coming clean with today. I'm sure you'll be WAY more interested one over the other, so that one is going 2nd. MUAH!

Besides that small portion of time I had to get my ass into a size 4 bridesmaid dress, I have been on a serious backslide in regards to health & fitness. I mean serious.

I hadn't weighed myself in quite a long time. I put the scale in the guest bathroom so I wouldn't have to see it regularly. Well, last weekend I went to put on my comfortable (read: fat) jeans. They are worn in and oh so lovely. They were just out of the dryer and therefore a little snug. I did the deep knee bends that we all do to try and loosen them a bit. Well, you can image my shock when I hear "RRRRRRRRRRRRIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP." There it was, clear as day, hole right across the booty and a sign that SOMETHING needs to change. (And these were not cheap jeans people!)

That's when I got reacquainted with the scale, aka ANITA. And she is pissed. That bitch told me I weighed 146. In the MORNING. (My happy/healthy weight is 134.) Obv I didn't need Anita to tell me I was out of control. I hardly workout except weekends and I have been drinking like a fish out of water (that didn't make sense but whateves). I can barely fit into ANY of my work clothes and have been wearing wrap dresses every chance I get. (Lord, I love wrap dresses!)

So there. It stops now because I have a new goal in sight. I'll tell you about it later. But I did Bikram last night and ran this morning. Cutting out the booze and cheap women. I will frequently post again - I promise. And I will update the weight sitch - maybe like a Monday Weigh In type of thing.

Part 2 - what all my loyal readers have been dying to hear about.
THE CAPTAIN

I'm coming clean - don't judge.
I got back with the captain last year. I didn't want to tell you all because I know that the decision was not a smart one. BUT sometimes the heart ain't smart. Well things were good (not great) for a while. There are so many issues that I won't go into here, but I was definitely kidding myself. I was making excuses for him, for me, for our relationship. It was fake. It was a front. It was not good. I faked happy, but I wasn't. And I knew it was going nowhere. Three years of my life now.

Well it all came to head again (yes, this is like the 5th time) about a month ago. But this time it's different and I will tell you why. Because I was the one feeling like it was over. I was the one who was finally sick of where we were and where we were NOT going. We didn't talk for a couple weeks (he is the type that needs space to gather his thoughts - there I go making excuses again). A couple weeks ago we finally had THE TALK. This time it was the CLOSURE talk. And the crazy thing is that I feel fine. I'm good with it. I will admit that was so busy traveling like crazy that I didn't have much time to really focus on the implications of it all. And I did have ONE little wah-wah-whoa-is-me-cry-baby breakdown. But just one. And I'm fine again.

And I'm movin' on up.
And getting my ass back in shape.
Starting weight: 146
Goal: 134

Running on Anxiety

Self-Sabotaging or Anxiety?

You tell me.

Remember when I used to wake up before work and run? Well I did.

I have been trying my best to get back into that cycle (although with my travel schedule it's been a challenge). But when I'm home, I PLAN on waking up early to run. Here is the routine:

• I drink lots of water, eat healthy dinner and go bed early
• I lay in bed and think of stupid things
• I start to worry that I won't fall asleep
• I don't fall asleep so I start to worry more about not getting enough rest
• Then I worry that I'm worrying and causing this whole thing (I must be crazy)
• My heart starts beating fast and I don't fall asleep
• I stare at the clock until 2am
• I drift off and have a nightmare
• Nightmare wakes me up at 3:30 am
• I lean over and turn off my alarm because there is no way of waking up to run in 2 hrs

This is not a rare occurrence. Neither is the nightmare thing, but that's a blog for another day.

Hence the reason I'm only running on the weekends. I don't stress about what time I fall asleep and I don't stress about when I need to wake up.

I really don't know what to do about it.

If The Dress Zips, Wear It

I did it!!!

I dieted

and sweated

and starved

and ran

my way into the dress.

The proof my friends>>>>>>>

Yes, it was snug especially in certain areas, but it fit. You can see actually that the straps are loose. I would have had to get it altered if I got the size up.

So anywhooooo, please don't do what I did.

Let this be a lesson to you all.

Bridesmaid-zilla

Nine days until the wedding (not MINE people!) and I'm turning into a crazed bridesmaid-zilla.

Here's what I'm obsessing about:

• Teeth bleachorexia - check
• Fake tan - check (hey the wedding is in Laguna and I just need tan legs, so shut it)
• Staying skinny - NOT check

I tried on the dress again last night and it is NOT good (Dr Dev don't read this). I look like a sausage that is busting out of its casing. The dress can zip, but there is some serious tightness especially in the tummy/boobage areas. (Boys don't read this) Let's just hope it's PMS and everything will settle down in 9 days.

When we got the dresses - MONTHS ago, I tried on the 4 and 6. And frankly the 4 fit better. I would have had to alter the straps in the 6. Who buys a dress and thinks "well maybe I'll put on 10 lbs so I better get the bigger size" - I know I sure didn't think that. But maybe I should have.

So this morning I woke up at 5:30am and went for a run. I forgot how dark it is with the time change. It's fine on the street, but half my run is on a path with no lights. It was touch a go there for a while. Seriously. I couldn't even see the ground at some points. I'm just grateful I didn't step in any doggie or horsey landmines. Oh yeah, and I'm grateful I didn't get run over by bike.

My 2nd plan of attack is to get as many Bikram classes in as humanly possible. Although I am traveling Mon-Thur so that isn't really an option. There is one day I will be able to run. Actually maybe 2. I have to make it happen.

The size 4 dilemma continues. I'm sure you are all thrilled.

(And by the way, I would be completely content with a 6, I just didn't buy the 6 so now I have to deal.)

So Far From Where I've Been

First off, I'm crackin up ovah here that I slipped in a comment about the Captain and everyone focused on the bed bugs. HAAAAAAAAAAA I guess I was smart that way.

Ok, on to running. I've mentioned before that I have become a weekend warrior with the running. I try to get about 6 or so 7 miles in on the weekend. So this Saturday, this lovely windy, brisk Saturday, I decided to bust out the ol' Garmin and go for 10 miles.

I know there is a race in my future - another marathon. Probably not until Fall... more details later. So with that in the back of my mind, I want to get my mileage back up and comfortable. My 10 was not so comfortable. Actually, I can only say that I ran 9. I walked the last mile home. But I was happy that nothing ached or hurt or anything like that - I was just plain ol' outta shape. My average time was 9:54 min/mile. That's 1:26 min/mile SLOWER than my 2008 marathon pace. hellllllllo?????????? How quickly one can LOSE IT!

But at least I know where I'm starting from.

Now I just need to get my butt on the scale to confirm the other damage I've done.
Stay tuned for that exciting post.

Catching Up: The Final Installment

Here are a few of the smaller things that have happened during my hiatus:

1. I bought a new car!!! Buh-bye 1996 Jetta. Hello Acura TSX. I feel so grown up.

2. I got bed bugs at the Sheraton in NYC. Seriously... I woke up with bites all over my legs. And I don't do well with bites, so they got huge, red and crusty. I couldn't show my legs for months. So hot. I wrote a nasty letter, they did and "investigation of the infestation" and let's just say I'm Platinum with SPG and then some.

3. I ended it with the Loadmaster. I sorta kinda started seeing a certian gentlemen of a nautical nature again. So yeah, long story. Same, old, long, stupid story.

So, there you have it. So much has changed, yet so much as stayed the same. Ok, really nothing has changed.

Weekend plans: 8 miler, Bikram and grocery shopping. This home girl is worse off than mother-freakin-hubbard.