Sistah Pat

Can’t believe I didn’t blog yesterday! It was a busy, busy day and I thought I blogged before I went to work but I didn’t. Anyway, I’m blogging now!

I slept until 9:30 this morning! Of course, I stayed up until 2:00 but it’s still pretty freaky for me to sleep that late. Guess it was the Tylenol PM. It says that stuff is not habit-forming and that’s a good thing because everytime I take it, I sleep like a rock. I’m off today and I wanted to be able to snooze so I took two of them before I went to bed. Remember when my back was really hurting? One of the things we did was flip and turn the mattress and it took care of it. No more tossing and turning. Strange, the mattress is a really good one and it’s only about 5 years old. It felt great to open the windows, snuggle up under the covers and sleep in.

Yesterday evening was an exercise in decadence. I regret it a little bit this morning but that’s because I didn’t enjoy it too much last night but, nevertheless, it was a planned deviation. Andrew has been begging for me to fix a big pot of chicken and dumplings and DH got on the bandwagon as well so I planned an evening off from dieting and a totally decadent dinner of all the crap everyone wanted. Took care of Andrew’s chicken and dumplings, DH wanted corn casserole with sour cream and bacon, and Steven wanted peanut butter fudge. Throw in some steamed broccoli and you’ve got the dinner menu. I don’t want to think about the calories but, it’s done. I guess it just goes to show that I’m used to making healthier choices. The chicken and dumplings seemed too salty and gluey to me but everyone else loved them. The corn casserole was good but I didn’t think it was sensational, certainly not worth all the calories, and the fudge was actually kind of gross. I ate a couple pieces and it was like eating pure sugar and butter. Now, it’s done. Everyone can stop nagging me, and I don’t think (?) the pan full of fudge is going to tempt me. There’s still a lot left.

The boys have a nice long weekend ahead of them. They’re off today, Monday and Tuesday. Today is a professional development day so I get today off but Monday is a training day for teachers and I have to work and Tuesday is one of two annual parent conference days. The hours will be something like 10:00 to 6:00 with an hour for lunch. It’s an optional work day for teachers and we get paid extra for it which adds up to a nice little chunk of change so it would be stupid not to do it.

Today, I plan on going upstairs and workin my butt off on my treadmill, aerobics, etc. and planning a nice healthy dinner to help my poor system recover from the crap I ate yesterday evening. Before that, I’m going to take a few minutes to touch base with my bloggie buddies and see what everyone’s been up to.

12:45 - OMG! It’s almost 1:00 and I’m still sitting here in my jammies catching up with everyone. I have GOT to get off here, workout, and get something done!

2:15 - Whew! I worked out for 80 minutes. Now I get to sit here and endure the grossosities for a few minutes with sweat dripping off my hair and annoying little trickles that slide down my back and come to rest in the buttcrack. Yeah, I know…TMI

I did my rotation through the treadmill, the bike, and aerobics and managed to keep the heart rate up. The treadmill says I burned 800 calories but that really has no meaning because I keep jumping off of it and doing other stuff to keep my heart rate up. In all honesty, all the other stuff is a lot more difficult than just staying on the treadmill so does that mean I burned more than 800 calories? I don’t know. I did bump the treadmill up to 4.2 a few times and jogged for a couple minutes at a time. Cool! Didn’t know I could do that anymore. Maybe….just maybe….I’ll try to go out jogging at some point this fall. Gotta think about the implications on that one.

Crap…DH is going to be home in about 45 minutes and I haven’t done anything today but blog and workout. Maybe I can make the bed and fill a bucket with PineSol so the fragrance floats through the air and he’ll think I’ve been scrubbing something.

5:15 - Didn’t get to put out the PineSol because I was out of it. Nevertheless, DH didn’t say a word. Guess I’m still getting mileage out of the cell phone debacle. He reminded me that we have to go to his family reunion tomorrow afternoon and I’m supposed to take a dish. I think I’ll take Linguini Salad. It’s always a hit, easy to make, and keeps well. Gotta try to look good tomorrow to see all of his distant relatives that we only see once a year. He’s got two sisters coming in from Tampa and I know he’s looking forward to seeing them. Every year, they look older and older and I guess they probably think the same thing about me.

Getting old…I really hate all the crap that goes along with it. So many icky things that I just can’t fix anymore. A year ago, I could say, “God! I’m so fat and I look like sh*t!” Now, I can say, “God! I’ve lost 40 pounds and I still look like sh*t!” I think about it sometimes…the more weight I lose, the more sags and droops I get. It’s discouraging because I know that the old skin just doesn’t have all that youthful elasticity anymore and it NOT going to get better. Crap! Occasionally, I think about plastic surgery. I’ve had a breast reduction and a tummy tuck. I may be wide as a barn but the boobs look pretty good and my tummy is flat as a board. Sometimes I think, “Okay, lose the weight and you can always have an upper arm lift or a thigh lift or a face lift” but I’m not sure I want to do that. None of that stuff comes without sacrifice. Get the arms trimmed up nice and firm and lose all the feeling in them? Get a face lift and have my face feel like plastic? I don’t think I want to do that. I mean, at my age, it would be a never-ending series. It’s one thing to have it done when you’re young but I don’t think I’d be able to keep up with it at this point. Start down that road and you wind up like Cher. Can you imagine how her body must feel? It must be totally numb and feel like she’s made of wood. I saw a television special on celebrity plastic surgery about a year ago and they showed a computerized simulation of what Cher would look like if she’d never had any plastic surgery. Sh*t!! It was really scary!

(sigh)…guess I’m not doing this aging thing very gracefully…

10:15 - Just got out of the spa.  It’s nice outside tonight.  The temperature is way down there.  Don’t know what it is (it was 46 degrees when I drove to work yesterday morning) but it was a tad bit chilly.  Just enough to make the spa feel all warm and cozy.  I know it’s still a little early for a Friday night.  I planned on watching a marathon session of What Not to Wear but I’m definitely feeling the call of that peanut butter fudge so I’d better play it safe and just go to bed.

g’night, Chicklets…