I will be drinking mojitos until it freezes.
Or at least until my mint is all gone from the garden.
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puffy and stuffed up
Thursday September 15, 2011
I have sorta fell off the wagon.
Am in the deep end.
And in the depths of despair.
You know my optimistic I can do anything post a few days back?
Well, apparently I can’t eat ice cream and pizza for every meal because it DOESN’T FEEL GOOD.
I’m puffy.
I’m stuffed up.
I feel like shit.
It’s only in the seconds of anticipation right before I am about to eat a (huge) bowl of ice cream and the seconds it takes me to eat it…that feel good.
Then the guilt and the congestion kick in.
Glutten and dairy are not my friends anymore.
In moderation but not in consistency.
So here I am, puffy and stuffed up, blogging on chit chat and all I want to do is crawl back in bed and sleep.
Where did my slow carb summer go????
ben and becky’s wedding
Monday September 12, 2011
Obviously, this was my most favorite wedding of the summer. Obviously.
I can hardly express my happiness and joy that I felt all day – it was surreal and more fun than I could have imagined. I hardly took any photos throughout the day, but am so glad I could capture of few of the in-between moments for Ben and Becky. I shared some of them over on Ingman Photography – congrats again to Ben and Becky!
These videos that I took at the dance are awesome! I can hardly stop watching them because they make me so happy.
ice cream and pizza
Friday September 9, 2011
Have I ever mentioned how much I enjoy pizza?
I mean, I think I could eat it for every meal.
And ice cream! You just CAN’T go wrong with ice cream!
I’ve been known to have it for breakfast.
Well, this summer has been different. I’ve been rocking the Slow Carb diet and have actually done pretty well. I fluctuate between 12-14 pounds lost and feel soooo much better. But it’s more important to me that I’ve changed how I think — which changes how I feel. And I feel BETTER.
Oh, and those jeans I kept blogging about not fitting. Well, they fit now and look fabulous!
I would say that I am currently in the stage of semi-rocking the Slow Carb. Which means I’m down to two meals of slow carb and one meal of “normal” carb or whatever…you know what I mean. Somedays I only do one Slow Carb meal — I know, I know, totally crazy!
I’ve been making mini-pizzas and my favorite roasted cherry tomato pasta dish. YUM.
And the ice cream — well, I’ve splurged a bit and been treating myself to some well deserved ice cream cones. YUM YUM.
Starting weight: 139.9
Current weight: 127.6
Lost weight: 12.3 (where did it go?!)
yeah yeah yeah
Wednesday September 7, 2011
**Disclaimer: This is my personal blog and I’ve had it for awhile, I mostly talk about me, myself, and me a little more. Sometimes I talk about work – but now that I’m my own boss, I can’t get in trouble. But if you are my neighbor and reading this — which I am not sure if any of my neighbors do read this – well, I’m about to complain about our neighborhood. Just a little bit, not too much, but just a little. For the most part our neighborhood is awesome and I really love it — so, I’m sorry if I offend with this next rant. But this is my blog and I like to get things off my chest. Don’t worry, I’ll go back to blogging about my weight, or my dog, or my photography next time.**
Summer is over blah blah blah.
But there is something so much more important to talk about here.
This is chit chat and well, let’s face it, I need to share what is going on…
With me.
In my head.
In my life.
Really.
I want to complain.
Everything is going to shit.
Sure, our summer was great and our family is amazing but….
Our house is a disaster.
Everyday is not an Apartment Therapy House Tour.
Dishes need to be washed.
Clothes need to be put away.
And it is never quiet here anymore.
Living in a neighborhood is hard.
Especially when your neighbors are 10 feet away.
You can HEAR everything.
Unfortunately, our neighbors are DJ’s.
Yeah, that’s right – hip hop techno fucking DJ’s.
MY WORST NIGHTMARE.
I feel like I’m still an RA.
We’ve been dealing with this for the past four years.
Knocking on their door at 11 pm or 1 am asking them to please, TURN IT DOWN.
They actually have gotten A LOT better about this and it has been way more tolerable. Victory!
Then their are the new neighbors across the street.
Who on nice days and nice nights enjoy BLASTING heavy metal in their backyard — you know, while they do yard work or have a fire, while everyone else is also enjoying the nice weather.
Who gave them the right to choose the music WE ALL HAVE TO LISTEN TO?
I’m sure it sounds nice FOR THEM.
But when I can actually hear lyrics across the street, in my backyard, it’s not so nice for me.
Then we’ve got Curly and Mo – yippy dippy dogs that BARK ALL DAY at anything that moves.
Cats, squirrels, leaves, grass, cars, people, birds, bees, THE WIND.
You might remember them from this little pre-homeownership vid:
oh god from Anne Ingman on Vimeo.
I know I know. We work from home. We have to deal.
But we don’t play loud music, and if Judy barks we pull her inside right away.
We try to be incredibly conscientious neighbors.
I mean, I was an RA in college.
Well, I am about to hit my breaking point.
Because now we have CHICKENS on our block, and holy shit they SQUAWK.
Did you know that chickens squawk??
I didn’t, so when they came around and asked me to sign off on them getting baby chicks I was like, “Sure!”
I mean, all I heard was baby chicks, and who doesn’t like baby chicks??
Well, baby chicks grow up to be full grown chickens!
WHO SQUAWK.
And it is the most awful sound.
I am so over urban chickens.
**Disclaimer: These are all things that test my patience and help me to become a better person — Jake made me type that.**
Everything is falling apart around me.
I feel like I can’t keep up with the house, or work, and now it will never be quiet in our house again.
I just want to move and have some SPACE between — well, everything.
Don’t get me wrong, I love people and animals and music, but I hate annoying sounds that I can’t control.
Like bass music that comes through the houses, and heavy metal from backyards, and yippy dogs in the alley, and fucking chickens that squawk.
**Whew, that feels better. Thanks for reading. You can judge me now if you want, no worries, I can take it. I judge myself all the time.**
