MENTAL PICTURES - KEEP THE GOOD ONES

This week was a very emotionally draining week. Heidi's brother-in-law, Robison, was killed while longboarding on Thursday afternoon. While sitting in the hospital waiting room cuddling Nixon while Heidi and Peter were in with Robi, I had lots of time to sit and think. Now, I'll tell you one of my talents. My simpleton mind can actually re-play funny sitcoms. Yep, I've seen them that often. I reflected on an episode of "Everybody Loves Raymond". The one where Marie stands up at Robert and Amy's wedding and says that she is afraid he is making a mistake by getting married. At the reception, Ray is making a toast to the still dumbfounded couple and says that they should remember this day by "editing". Remember the good things and edit out the bad things. I think that is good advice. I think remembering all of the good things we have in our life and not dwelling on the negative is the best thing for me to do. It even applies to my dogs. It's easy to get mad when they've had an accident (okay, not an accident but a canine conscious decision to pee or poop) but they're my posse and are with me more than anyone else in the world. It's easy to just dwell on being ticked off or hurt or offended. My sister, Ruthie says "you can't offend me; I have a teenager". I like that and it does ring true for me as well. So, in my quest for happiness I will dwell on the good, not the bad. So, this week's grade on my wannabethin is a C. Went to the gym three times and that's what I'll dwell on. Not the fast food chain that my car just naturally drives to. If there's a smart car, it's my camry. It knows what I'm craving, dammit. It's like it reads my mind. This week, I'll try to change my thought pattern so it will take me to the gym a little more and McDonald's a little less.

MY EXERCISE BUDDIES!

Well, I finally showed up TWICE in two days to where my check finds its way each month. Yep, I went to the gym. Couldn't have made it through the grueling thirty minutes without my good friends encouraging me on my way. I forget how energized they make me feel! So, thanks to Justin, Christina, Gwen, Jesse and Fergie. You made my work out possible! So far this week's grade is looking pretty good.

THE MALL = MY PERSONAL HELL

I went to the mall with Molly to find the finishing touches on her homecoming outfit. I dashed into a few of the "not-for-thin-folk" stores. You know the ones I'm talking about. You want to slink in and slink out unnoticed. Transfer your purchase to another bag. Rip the tags off (size tags as well) and not think about it until the next time you need something new. I scanned the merchandise, groaned and left with only the feeling of defeat. Argh! And those mirrors in the stores? Can I say, I think they put an additional 20 pounds on me. They're not very flattering. I swear, when I wake up in the morning and put on my make up, I don't look the same as I do when I'm in a store and looking in a mirror. I swear, my face does not look that big at home. I swear, you could land a plane on it. Okay, I'm exaggerating a bit but only a bit.



So, last week was another failure. Two in a row. We're done with the "F"s. Yep, this week will be a good one. This will be the start of an "A" week. Keep your fingers and toes crossed. I've had enough humiliation. Blogging about failure is not fun. I want to be able to blog about SUCCESS!!!!

MY LOVE AFFAIR

Yep, I said it. Love affair. It's out there. I've been having a love affair on and off for the last twenty-something years. How could it go on so long knowing the evil side of this sin? Well, simply put, my lover's name is BUTTER. It's the secret key ingredient of every to-die-for sauce. If there's a wonderful cookie out there, it's always made with the B-word. I do occasionally cheat on said butter with "I can't believe it's not butter" but I always go back because I KNOW IT'S NOT BUTTER. It brings me joy and then down to utter despair when apprehensively setting foot on the scale. BUTTER and his best friend, CHEESE, always know how to get to me. They know my weaknesses and prey on said weaknesses. So I started a new diet on October 1st. Well, by October 2nd, my lover had me once again. In many forms. In homemade caramel apples, on top of a delicious waffle, spread on a hot roll. I feel like such a butter whore. I'm checking to see if there are any BUTTER ANONYMOUS groups out there because I don't think I'm the only one.

As for my diet, well, obviously with my fling (from above), it set me back, kind of way back. No more caramel apples until Halloween Day. (for tradition's sake). It's never good to start a diet on the start of a long weekend (UEA, or whatever it's called now). Who am I kidding. It's never good to start a diet on any day of the week, but hopefully this week I'll have more good days than a string of bad ones. So, diet grade for this week: D-.