So we’re approaching VD (Valentine’s Day) for which many have extremely mixed reactions. From the joy of “Yay! Chocolate & Flowers!” to the vehemence of “I DON’T NEED THIS FUCKING MADE UP HOLIDAY TO SHOW YOU I LOVE YOU” to the always maudlin “Great, one more thing to remind me I will DIE ALONE.”
I’m somewhere on the spectrum between Group A and Meh. Mr. Betty insists we celebrate however and so we shall. Normally we dine out at a semi-fancy venue, but often we are disappointed by expensive yet mediocre fare and service. So this year we’re staying in and I’m cooking (it’s cheaper, my food tastes better and you get my “service with a smirk”).
Along those lines I’m afraid I’ll have to AGAIN mention dieting (yawwwwn) which I’ll probably do until I’m dead (possibly after!) since cooking your own food is the best way to control calories. I was humming along on the Weight Watchers (they have officially re-branded as “WW”…. so you don’t really know what you’re paying for but magically get smaller…?? Anyone??) and had just reached a significant goal, when I got sick right before Christmas with gastritis. The medication gave me a smallish window to eat without pain and nausea so of course I CHOWED THE FUCK DOWN in that window. Everyone else on the planet loses weight when they have a stomach ailment. NOT ME.
So I’m still down from where I started but struggling at the same plateau that is juuuust keeping me out of my smaller pants and bulgily interfering with activities such as Shoe-Tying and Toe-Nail-Maintenance. Obviously I needed some sort of gimmick to trick my fat-lovin’ psyche into eating fewer calories. And that has turned out to be reducing the number times we eat out: I get one lunch on Friday with my work-wife, and Mr. Betty and I are allowed to dine out twice (lunch or dinner).
Additionally, the kinds of foods I need to avoid in order to keep my guts in primo working order are also foods that are chock full o’ calories but rather skinny on nutrition.
Why, you may ask, why in THE hell am I blathering on about this shit?? Because as individuals who cannot/should not drink alcohol we live with the ultimate restriction daily. And those of us in the QS (quit smoking) camp have another. And also many of us have issues with dairy, wheat, soy, meat, etc and so there is another restriction. When it comes time to give up ONE MORE MOTHER FUCKING THING — AND WHY DON’T YOU JUST KILL ME?? it seems pretty fucking unfair.
So when it occurred to me that I might have to stop drinking coffee I was seriously put out. So far I have compromised with always having food with coffee and drinking less. But to be honest, there may come a day when I have stop. Am I going to hang it up and die?? No. Am I going to pout and make sure everyone knows how miserable I am? Obviously.
Ultimately, my health is more important (almost) than coffee (not standing by that statement) and if not drinking coffee (ehhhhhhhh) is going to make me feel better then that is what I (not happy!!!) need to do.
And since I already did just that with alcohol, cigarettes and milkshakes, I can probably handle it.
In other news we have some DIY starting back up! Just painted the dining room wall to compliment the new dining nook arrangement. Having done that, I am now motivated to finish other kitchen painting (most notably the hideous 90’s honey oak cabinets).
Also, with the renting of the beach house a smashing success, we are looking at a travel trailer for camping adventures. Road trip!!
Blowing everyone kisses, even you surly fuckers. XO XO XO