*Cue Gene Autry*

To avoid the emotional turmoil and tears of the day yesterday, The Wonder One and I spent the day out running errands going here and there getting things done.  One of the things we did do and I quite enjoyed was that we went to Battelle Darby Creek Park where they have some of the nicest trails around that are suitable for nearly everyone you can imagine and then some!

We figured there were a lot of people trying to do what we were doing (avoiding the television and the ensuing emotions that went with the day) because the park was swarming with families!  Yet it was never truly crowded nor did you feel like you were tripping over the person next to you.

It was only at the end of our excursion when I stopped suddenly trying to figure out where we parked when I was knocked into by a lady not paying attention to what was going on around her and she was right up behind me just a might bit to close.  Reminded me of a bumper sticker I saw earlier in the day ~~ "If your going to ride my ass, at least pull my hair while you do it!"  So instead of getting upset at getting run over by the obnoxious woman, I just laughed.  Of course she thought I was nuts.  I thought,  "that's okay lady, go ahead and think I'm nuts, better to think that, because if I were pissed, you'd be limping!"

So yeah, I'm back in the saddle again.  I'm liking being outside right now, because it's not blistering hot like it was a few weeks ago.  I want to do this until I have to go back into the gym due to bad weather I've decided.  I've also decided to take a cue from The Darby One and take my camera with me too.  So given time, you'll be able to see what I see and I can take you with me on my workouts.

This should be fun!

Let us pray...

Here's a first...

Well, I had my first interview for a new job the other day and it went well.  Very pleased about that.  Looks to be that I may have a second.  So I wanted to be prepared to have a second interview.  It was just a matter of "what in the hell do I wear?"

Everything I own is either out of date or to big.  Or the clothing I would find appropriate I got rid of when I left banking. Shit.  Now what?  Because then I'm left with clothes that are too casual or just to darned big.  I don't want to go to an interview dressed to casually or sloppy.  That's just not the message I want to send to the interviewer (my potentially new boss).  So I grabbed Queenie and we decided to kill time while waiting for the Wonder One and his brother (Queenie's husband) to get back from vacation (we were picking them up from the airport) and we went to Easton to go to Lane Bryant to take a look around to try to find something to work with what I already have to expand my wardrobe a bit.  Even though I've gone down a size I'm still shaped like an upside down light bulb (dammit) so when putting on pants to fit my hips and butt, the waist is huge and you can see my undies.  I totally hate that.  I didn't want to try a skirt or a dress because I didn't want to have go through the wrestling match that would ensue of having to put on pantyhose.  If I wear a dress or skirt I try to style it so that I can wear it with my riding boots that are knee high.  So then I end up wearing leggings under the skirt/dress/boots. 

So I stopped frustrating myself and started trying on sweaters.  While trying on sweaters, Queenie handed me a sweater in a different color, unbeknownst to me at the time in a smaller size.  Yep, as you guessed it, the smaller size fit!  Woohoo! 

Queenie is always doing that.  She is the only one who sees where I've lost the weight.  When I can't see it, she does.  So she is the one who will grab the smaller size and thrust it in my hand for me to try it on. 

I have to say, I am ever so grateful to have her in my life!

Blasting in my ears right now...

This song was featured in an episode of of NCIS (a favorite show of mine) and I loved it so (the song, obviously I love the show, lol) I managed to find out more about the song.  I love the song because of it's beat and groove.  When I found out the story behind it, it touched me even more so.  Lyrics to follow.

 

 Then to keep it moving a bit old school with a bit of fun is a bit of MC Hammer...

Now as for the first on the play list... Bella Bellissima...

It was shown on NCIS and it was in Hebrew, the groove is smooth and the song is hypnotic.  Personally I love songs that tell a story.  That have a history to them.  It is after all how many cultures pass along their histories.  So it's of my opinion that songs like this are important.  After all if we don't learn from our history, we're doomed to repeat it.

Isn't that what I'm doing this blogging thing for?  So that I don't repeat the errors of my past?

BEAUTIFUL VERY BEAUTIFUL

This is a story worth educating children with (x3) Tuesday, 12th May, 1992 A woman steps out of her house in Jerusalem Normal standard day nothing special like any other day A load of kids in the streets – there was a teachers’ strike Same time exactly a revolting terrorist Pulls out a kitchen knife and with it stabs two innocent kids Another mad cruel attack Another nationalist attack He sets off running because a mob is in pursuit And catches him after a few seconds in the carpark tens of people kicking him – they want to close the score I don’t judge them, it’s an irrational event It’s a flawed situation, awful, revolting, unclear But then turns up the woman and alters the end of the story because she straight off throws herself on the terrorist andprotects with her body the terrorist who is also a human though without her body would have ended up a corpse "I don’t understand, weren’t you afraid with that madman beneath you and the mob so close? "Wouldn’t it have been easier to get up and leave?" She replied to the journalist that she didn’t have time to think. She replied to the journalist that she didn’t have time to think. Bella bellissima... That incident with the woman is engraved in my head Where did she get the strength to lie there without moving, without fear I ask myself what I would have done in her place If at the same moment I had been in the area It’s clear to me that I wouldn’t have gone over to boot him But to be fair and to tell the truth I don’t think I would have been capable of behaving like her Much more typical for me to get up and run away Or at the most to try to find a policeman or something But she lay there until her strength waned 20 minutes she took all those kicks Her kids watched and didn’t stop crying. Bella Bellissima…... This lady did not turn into a symbol And in effect her name has been erased from consciousness. There is no stamp with her face Perhaps because Israel is not yet ready and is not willing To bring to its breast a hero whose heroism is not war-like, a hero whose heroism is not military, a hero whose heroism is just moral a hero who is a woman, and a haredit at that. Know this, dear woman, that I did not forget The story of your heroism I promised to myself That this story is worth educating children with It’s a story that is worth educating children with (x3) Bella Bellissima...

The song was featured on NCIS Season Five Episode 3 "Ex-File" Buy Hadag Nachash CDs

Words transliterated and translated by George Jakubovits of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Translation adapted from an original listing on the Jewish Agency' website

It's Wednesday...

So last week when I went to the doctor's office I realized just how pitiful my scale at home was and just how inadequate it was in meeting my needs in checking my weight. 

How you may be wondering?

Well, at the doctor's office, their scale HAS to be accurate because that scale is used in gathering important health information on dozens of patients on a daily basis and it has to be accurate, so the doc maintains it however often he does I'm sure, or else HE would be lax in his job as my health care provider.  Given that I trust him and have for decades now with the  healthcare of not just me but the Wonder One, I'll just take it for granted that he's doing his job and maintaining his equipment, or else we'd have be having a discussion of a very different nature I'm certain.

My scale just is pitiful.  Period.  When I weighed in to see what it said, it said I weighed the same.  Yet when I went over to the doc's office, his scale said I'd lost 2 pounds!  So, I'm going to be going with the doc's scales from now on.  I got permission and they are okay with it.  Personally, I think it's their way of keeping an eye on me and seeing how I'm doing, lol, sneaky little buggers.

So as it stands, according to the doc's scale I am a big fat loser!  257.5 just a tenth of a pound from where I need to be to hit 10 percent of my body fat lost in total!  Which means I'm down a total from last week 6 pounds!!  But I'm not sure how much of it is switching from one scale to the other or actual weight loss.  I know given what I weighed last week according to the docs scale and what I weigh this week, it's a good thing and I'm making progress.  I'm very excited by it all and look forward to next week and see what it brings.  Given that the emotional turmoil of last week and the Wonder One will be back from vacation tomorrow night (YaY!), I'll no longer be wandering around the house feeling so lonesome. 

Those two things combined make for a miserable feeling...

World of chaos...

A week ago yesterday I left my workplace to go out to my car and found that it had been broken into, not just broken into but as well vandalized.  Not just vandalized, my dash was sitting in the drivers seat!

It's taken me till now to be able to process this past week and put it all into words.  To be able to get it all out and share with you.  Not just the feelings of being violated that was brought on by my car being broken into and the ensuing theft, but the downhill snowball effect that built up that started in that moment.

I actually had to drag the cop out of his cruiser when he showed up!  Yep, you read that right.  When he arrived on scene he asked why it was I called.  I told him "Well, Sir, you're gonna hafta get outta your cruiser to see this in order to appreciate it."  Granted, it took him a minute to wiggle his big ole gut out from behind the wheel of the car, but needless to say, he was mighty well impressed with the handiwork of the robbers.

Thankfully the Wonder One can fix it.  Thankfully the employer will reimburse for parts so that it CAN be fixed.  As well they should given that it was sitting right under a cctv.  Yep,  you read that correctly.  As far as I'm aware and know it doesn't work either.  More on this in a minute.

So that is on Saturday morning. 

I decided to start putting in applications in at various employers around town on Monday.

I get a call from the Wonder One on Tuesday afternoon when he was on his way to work, HIS car died.  More to the point it blew a headgasket.  Just in case you don't know what that means, when your car's oil becomes like a milkshake, it's allllllll bad.

Due to what all happened on Saturday morning and the fact that this was not the first time it had happened.  Yet it was the first time it was vandalized.  All summer long I'd heard gunshots from the apartment complexes in the neighborhood from across the street.  I'd made the decision that it was time for me to go.  I no longer felt safe at work.  That was Wednesday. 

Thursday started looking up when I got a call for an interview (YaY!) from one of my applications that I had put out.

Friday the Wonder One and I got word that we were going to get help with the cost of the repair for his car. So thankfully the curse of three's happened all in one week and quickly, and by weeks end it had to start to turn around.

The hitch in all this is that come Saturday morning the Wonder One went on vacation with his brother.  So bearing that in mind it's no surprise I'm a bit depressed and out of sorts. 

It's no surprise that I answered the call of a beckoning pan of brownies.

I'm not sure if I'm ashamed or embarrassed by this or just remorseful.  All I know is I wish that pan of brownies was bigger...

Blasting in my ears right now...

Great tune for doing my upper body workout...(a little side note on this video...I love it because Big Boi and Andre 3000 used women in this video who were SLAMMIN' with curves and asses on them that were round and packin!  If more artists' used real round women, we as women would not feel so terrible about our bodies because we'd not fear that what we have is not desirable. /end rant, lol)
 

There are some songs just to fun not to include in a workout to help you fake it till you make it!  This is one of them!!

It's Wednesday...

This past week has truly been the week from hell.  Starting with last Wednesday and that freaking nine pound weight gain and the tizzy it sent me into.  Just the not knowing what caused it was rather traumatizing. 

So with as much GUSTO <insert jazz hands here> as I could muster I worked through this week.  Of course I stayed on plan because I was a big fat loser *cue music and fanfare* yet it somehow doesn't seem so exciting knowing that I was already here once before and it wasn't all that long ago.

Still, getting to lose 4.5 pounds, shedding half of that initial nine pound weight gain IS a nice way to start this week and a great way to start my re-boot.  I go to the doctor this afternoon to review if or why there would be a medical cause to what has been going on with my weight gain/sluggishness as of late.

As I explained before, with regard to the re-boot (hey if Hollywood can do it, so can I!) how that'll work is just a matter of looking at each meal as if it were my first one ever on Weight Watchers and planning my meals accordingly. Then going from there.  Hopefully it'll help me see where I can make some improvements and see where it is I wasn't seeing the weight loss like the Wonder One, who as of today has lost 48 pounds!  I'm so flippin' proud of him!  He looks awesome too (*drool* hubba hubba)

So this week is a week of new beginnings, so to speak, (re)begin Weight Watchers, begin the training for my 5k walk/run with the Darby one and a few other things on the horizon to be named at a later date as yet, not ready to mention.

Wish me luck!

Hugs & Toodles