He's making a point, and it's very important indeed

This morning I woke up and it's over.  The honeymoon with my body feeling good and feeling good about my self image.  It's over.  I think it's time for a divorce.  And a food diary.  I can't handle it.  I know diets don't work.  So I am going to just try to change how I eat permanently.  And I'm going to try to plan out meals for a week at a time so we don't eat out as much.  I am feeling so fat today. 

I mean, I had been feeling fat lately, anyway, but now it's almost too much.  I hate it.  I can feel this one fat roll all the time.  Gah.  It's horrendous.  I can't stand it. So, I signed up to do a wellness challenge at work and now I'm dieting.  I'm making one exception for myself per week, like a reward, to help me through, you know?  Like, once a week I can eat out and eat whatever I want, but the rest of the week, gonna be a good girl. 

I also want to do this to teach Asher how to eat well.  And because we get all this CSA food and it's awesome and I don't want it to go bad.  I made my chicken last night and it will be lunch box food all week.  I'm having a chicken salad with the CSA stuff for lunch today, chicken and fresh lettuce and tomatoes, a little cheese. 

Not exactly sure what my diet will be, though.  I think, no fried foods.  Lower the amount of processed foods.  Only meat once per day.  No snacky-snacks (sticking to natural snacks like fruits and veggies).  Smaller portions.  Eat breakfast every day.  That's a good start. 

Anyone have a good website that helps you plan your meals out for a week at a time? Maybe one that helps you generate a grocery list as well?

Cause we still love the sex and drugs just like the good old days

Sorry I didn't write yesterday.  It was one of those weird days where I just didn't have the desire to do anything at all.  I can't say it was one of my more productive days.  I don't know why but I've been apathetic about life lately.  I can't seem to shake it, like, I know I have lots of good things in life to live for and do, I just can't get excited or care much at all about them.  I'm thinking it's just hormonal, honestly.  So, this too, shall pass. 

Also, an author I really like just killed off a main love interest in a series I really like.  So that pissed me off and depressed me yesterday, too.  I hate that.  She promises it'll be okay, and just to trust her, but he was a pile of dust.  Not sure how she's gonna jump the shark back from that one.  Oh well.  That's how it goes in these books I read. 

Imagine I wrote something profoundly prolific and amazingly interesting here today.  And then comment on that awesomely prolific blog post (the pretend hypothetical one I didn't actually write) down below.  It'll be more exciting than commenting on what I actually wrote, that's for sure.

So I got a new job, working 9-5, 5 bucks an hour till the day I die

Friends, I have failed.  So, yeah...I told you I'm a toe dipper.  Not an all in jumper.  There's a reason for that.  Yup, I failed yesterday, and after I failed once, I quit for the day.  I realized I was horribly underprepared for this whole adventure. So, I am sad and I didn't do it but I will try again.  One of the problems is a giant strawberry Cassata cake in my fridge.  It's a birthday cassata cake, too.  How can I not eat my birthday Cassata cake?  It would be an affront to the gifter who gave it to me.  I would never insult someone who made me a strawberry cassata cake in that way.

And everything, and I mean practically everything, has gluten in it.  I was trying to figure out what to have for lunch and here's my thought process:  Sandwich?  no.  Taco bell?  probably not.  Chicken nuggets?  def no.  Salad?  I don't want salad.  Noodles?  Sure!

What is wrong with me, I thought after eating Mary Yoder's noodles over mashed potatoes.  Which wasn't even that good.  And I was listening to a podcast on overbred mice with tumors.  Maybe that's why it didn't taste so good?  Probably not.  As I was half way through it dawned on me that noodles are made from flour which is gluten.  Stupid stupid stupid.  So, yeah.  Stupid.  But I kept eating, I mean, I was already in it and I had already paid so, what the hell, right? Right.  *Shakes head in disappointment*

Anyway...I'm so disappointed in myself, I am, but...I'll try again.  Just not today.

I had this written much more nicely in my head this morning but when I sat down to write it, *poof*, all gone from my head.  It's so sad. 

Anyway indeed.

I don't speak German

So, today starts my "way to ruin summer for everyone around you" diet.  Or, a nicer way to say it, my exclusion diet.  I need to figure out what is giving me stomach troubles every week.  So, you know, I'm not usually one to just jump in, I'm much more of a toe dipper, but this time I'm jumping in.  I'm starting with gluten.  So, wish me luck.  I think it's gonna be harder than I imagined orginially but...I'll let you know. 

Just made it to the half way point on my 5o book challenge this year.  I'm way behind on it (I mean, for how far I normally am) at this point because I've been reading a lot manga and comics lately and I don't count those as acutally counting. 

Suprise, you're dead! Ha, ha hahah.

Heya.  Thanks to everyone who played a part in my suprise 3oth birthday party.  It was awesome.  Rachel took me out to lunch to get me out of the house so my bro, martin and ry could start prepping for it and then a bunch of my friends and family helped out and made it really awesome.  So, I apologize for the super short blog update (cause I'm dead tired), but thank you all for such an awesome party.  Guess who didn't get any pictures of the party at all?  Bet you can't guess.  Sorry about that. 

Anyway, I do have to say this is probably the best 3oth birthday party I'll ever have.  Okay, it's probably one of the best birthdays I've ever had.  Honestly, I mean with this and a whole birthday week in California?  I've been spoiled.  It's nice to know how much I mean to my friends and family.   Thanks guys. 

Enough with the sappyjess.  Tomorrow will be back to normal. 

Living the dream if you know what I mean

So, you know you have a two year old if you find yourself singing Blues Clues or Yo Gabba Gabba clues even after listening to real music on the radio. Yo Gabba Gabba live show is coming to the Akron Civic, tickets go on sale Monday, I just found out about it.  I need to see if I can get some tickets!  I think it would give Asher an excitement heart attack.  A good birthday present, right?  Maybe.

Speaking of birthday presents...I got a molecular gastronomy starter kit from Asher for my birthday yesterday.  Guess who's gonna be making fruit spaghetti, molecular eggs and honey cavier soon?  Wanna come play in my kitchen/lab?

I wanna f*ck a government hooker

The new Lady Gaga album rocks.  That's all I'm gonna say about it.

So another day in California.  My birthday.  It was pretty awesome.  I got a massage from Jason and Ann for my birthday at Massage Envy. It was pretty awesome.  I was super allergy-tastic, though, so I dripped snot while I was laying on my stomach.  It's gross but instead of saying something and ruining my relaxation I just ignored it.  Cause I'm gross like that.  And now you all know that, too.  And you may ask why I chose to share that with the world?  It's because I love you all that much.  That's all.

Then we went to a Chinese place for lunch and then a pet store with a huge ass fish that scared Asher right as you walked in. 

Later that afternoon (after naps) we went to this place that has trampolines for walls and floors.  We didn't take pictures here because we were way to busy wrangling children from getting stepped on or jumped into but it was super duper awesomely fun.  There was a giant foam pit you could jump into as well, it was the kid's favorite place.  You pay by the hour and we bought one hour but none of us could jump that long.  Asher got so tired he just laid down on the trampoline and asked to go home after a while.  It was cute.  And yes, I did play DDR afterwards, even though I was so tired.  It was my birthday so I had to make the most of it.

Also, Ann made a peach strawberry rhubarb pie for my birthday that put me into a deep Birthday Bliss.  It was superb. 

A pretty good 30th bday, even though I hate to admit I'm that old.