Thursday, April 17, 2014

Don't go yet

It has always puzzled me how people view those who have left this life.  I think so many tie it to religion or think it means one thing or another to other people so they don't want to say if they believe or not.  I think some people are more in tune to "signs" from beyond that let you know that the people you love are still watching over you.

I'm not ashamed to say I've had a lot of experiences with people who have passed.  I don't mean like I'm some kind of psychic or all...



My experiences have typically been in dream form.  I don't mean just when I'm thinking of them either like right after a death.  I could go for months not necessarily thinking of them and then I'll have a dream and sometimes I'll remember what the situation was but most of the time I would just remember that a loved one was in the dream.  Any show or supposed expert about this topic says that if you remember nothing other than the person was in your dream, that is them saying hello and that the context of the dream doesn't typically mean anything.  That, of course, assumes you believe in that kind of thing.

When my father in law was sick, the five months of his relapse before passing, any time I happened to glance at the clock, it was 9:11.  I didn't know what that meant, if anything but I hated that almost any time I would glance, there it would be.  When the day rolled around, we were on vacation and I didn't know it was September 11th.  (You know how you lose track of all time and dates when you're away)  It turned out to be the Mr's last conversation with his dad where he was lucid and happy.  It was an amazing gift and it wasn't until he passed we realized what day it fell on.  Might mean something, might not.

When our dog had to be put to sleep, the morning after we buried her, the Mr and I were upset and he looked outside and his eyes got big.  "Look!"


That looks like that EXACT silhouette of our little girl.  It was comforting and made us cry.  Even though some would say it's a pretty weak 'sign', in that moment we were meant to see it and the sun never hit that plant the same way again to make the same silhouette.  A few days later, the Mr and I were in bed and turned over to go to sleep.  At the exact same time we both heard the sound our dog's collar tags made when she would shake her head after a nap coming from her bed on his side.  We both sat straight up and turned on the TV and looked over.  Obviously she wasn't there but we both heard it and jumped at the same time.  It was both freaky and comforting.

When my grandpa was sick with pancreatic cancer,  we knew that his time was limited but he was having a good week so there was no reason to feel like we needed to be by the phone.  (Pre-cell)  I bought him a card and we ended up at Hobby Lobby.  We looked at the clock and it was 8:45pm.  As we were heading toward the checkout area, I got a whiff of this candle that smelled exactly like my grandpa's cologne. I stopped in my tracks and picked it up and took in a big, deep breath of it.  It felt like a big hug from him.  I looked down and the name of it was "angel."  I showed it to the Mr and got a big pit in my stomach.  We bought the candle.  When we got home there was a message to call my mom.  I called and he ended up in the hospital and passed at 8:45pm.  I'm sorry but you can't deny that.  (I still have the candle)

That same grandpa came to 'visit' the day before yesterday.  I don't remember the circumstance of the dream but I remember him kissing my forehead just before I woke up.  When I woke up, I desperately tried to go back to sleep...to somehow grab on to him.  I wanted to say "don't go yet!"  But the message was received. He was still showing me he loves me even 13 years after his death.  I'm still his 'snickle-fritz.'  :-)

My aunt has gotten similar signs from him but my mom didn't believe for a long time until her dog died and she got a few signs that she couldn't ignore.  I was grateful because I felt like her being closed off to the things my aunt and I experienced  was really sad.  My aunt said their sign to each other were butterflies.  A few days after he passed, she was turning left and in the middle of the intersection, a huge butterfly landed and kept banging into the windshield, scaring her and causing her to slam on the brakes.  Just as she did, a car ran the red light and 3" more into the intersection and she would've been t-boned on her side.  She said she has no doubt it was him.

Sometimes when I'm upset about my grandma and the dementia, I wonder if she'll visit me when she's gone.  I wonder if she'll tell me that the times she felt lost to us she really knew what was going on but couldn't verbalize it.  I wonder if she'll tell me how scared she was like I fear or how embarrassed she is that everyone knew her private business.  I wonder if she'll tell me how proud she is or if I'll get one last "you were my first grand baby" and lay her now perfectly coiffed head on my shoulder with that scent of White Diamonds enveloping me.  I don't want to say I'm looking forward to that because I know what that would mean.  But I miss it.  I know she's in there and I know I won't see that part of her again until she's gone.  The soul that has touched my life so deeply and has loved me since I was a baby.  The part of her that recognizes me and what our relationship means to her too.  I guess to some degree that's the only comfort in believing in the signs, I know I'll see the "old" her again one day even if it's not in a traditional way.

I have no choice but to believe and you can agree or agree to disagree and that's fine. I just know that I feel blessed to still have those I lost still around me in one way or another.  I never know when they'll pop in but am grateful when they do in whatever way it happens.  A dream, the scent of a perfume, the silhouette of a plant, it doesn't matter but I'll always have that greedy feeling to hold on to the moment as long as I can and I'll always want to say "don't go yet."

Do you believe in signs from your loved ones?  Share any you may have experienced.

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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Sneak attack

Thank you all so much for the comments on yesterday's post.  It meant the world to me and the Mr.  It is also good to know that we (us and you great people) are not alone in our struggles.

When you're the person who lives with a sneaker, you walk that delicate line of ignoring the signs and letting them know you know stuff is missing.  For example, he buys a package of light swiss cheese for his sandwiches that he packs for work.  There are ten servings in that package meaning that if he used one slice of cheese every single day for lunch, he'd have enough to last the entire two weeks until we made it back to Trader Joe's for big haul grocery day.  He doesn't have sandwiches every single day that require cheese (ie-PB&J) so technically he should've had two slices leftover at the end of the two week period if he didn't put them on eggs or something like that.  Sometimes a day into the second week, his cheese would be gone.  I'd see the wrapper in the trash and know that the times I saw his jaw chewing in the kitchen, that's what he was eating while he was making his lunch.  A baby carrot is one thing, a few calories but this was a 50 calorie slice of cheese, which doesn't sound like much but when it's not being recorded, it all adds up.  Just like every lick off of our fingers or spoon.  I would on occasion say "the cheese is gone already?" and he'd say "yeah" and change the subject or not answer me.  I'm not his mama and I didn't want to shame him into going into a worse cycle.  I know that feeling of spite bingeing from back in the day but also wanted to give him an opening if he wanted to talk about it.

The night I asked the Mr about the cookie butter, I knew the answer.  He could deny it all he wanted but the last time I used that, there was half a jar left and when I opened it that morning, I could barely scrape together the tablespoon to spread on my banana.  Measuring condiments is second nature to me and I have tried to stress its importance to him as well.  I knew that he didn't measure mayo and I would see the jar going down at a rapid rate and given I only use 3 tbsp per week, I knew it wasn't me draining it.  But again, I'm not his mother and nagging him to death about it could only exacerbate the issue so I would ask if he measured, he'd give me the deer in headlights look or get defensive and I'd drop it.

When he finally came clean to me before our workout a few days after asking about the cookie butter, I could tell he was ashamed.  We've had this conversation many times over the years so it was nothing new but then he told me about how much he was sneaking at work.  How he would wait until people were gone and then raid the candy dish for Special Darks and Krackels.  One time he got caught by his co-worker who frequently raided the candy dish and he said "hey did you ask permission first?"  (This was something the owner of said dish would apparently say.  You could eat from her candy dish but only if you asked permission first.  Uh okay, power trip.  She also would pick out some Special Darks for the Mr and give them to him but then if he would get in the candy dish on his own, she'd say "is that on your DIET!?"  Oh, is that the drug dealer calling the junkie an addict?  Wow lady)  Oh yeah, so the co-worker asked if he asked permission and he said no but offered up one of his favorites, Mr Goodbar as a distraction method for getting caught.  For once, the co-worker was trying to be good that week and declined it.  So the Mr only did it when the guy was out or he was sure he wouldn't be back any time soon.  This wasn't an all the time occurrence but he said that there was no "thrill" for him if people were around but it was "can I get away with this?"  The previous week, he had 5 mini Reese eggs at 90 calories a piece.  When I went up to shower, he apparently figured "f**k it, I already blew my day" and scooped out a few tablespoons of Nutella and cookie butter netting him almost 1000 extra calories total for that day in sneaks.

As he continued to pour his heart out and tell me how ashamed he was and how tired he was of it all, I hugged him and told him we didn't have to buy those things anymore.  He said that wasn't fair to me because I knew how to eat them responsibly but if I could hide them from him, it would help.  So we began to formulate a plan on how we could get this under control.  We agreed that after every use, we would weigh things that needed to be measured...

All Natural peanut butter...yummy but a quick 200 calories for 2 tbsp

The light Miracle Whip is a biggie.  After every use, the weight is crossed off and re-recorded
Trigger foods like Nutella and cookie butter need to be hidden and have permission to be used.  This may sound extreme but if that's what it takes, it's what it takes.

Nutella...temptress in a jar.

Crunchy cookie butter...delicious with a tablespoon on a banana...dangerous when not in the right mindset.
If I find he has inadvertently discovered my hiding place, they get re-hidden within a day after a quick weight check.  So far, so good on that front!  (Side note:  He said he found the cookie butter the other day and almost stuck it in his oatmeal (and would measure it first) but I was in the bathroom and talked himself out of it.  I told him he could just yell up next time and he said he'd rather not break my trust.)

Another big change we made?  Our after workout routine.  He usually made his lunch while I was in the shower, giving him free reign if he was in the mood to sneak.  Now?  We both go upstairs and I get in the shower and he gets to properly unwind from the day by reading "The End is Nigh (The Apocalypse Triptych)" on his Kindle.  Then when he gets in the shower, I get to focus on doing my ankle massages so my legs don't make me regret skipping the next day.  This has forced me to take care of a big part of my physical therapy that I wasn't so good at maintaining before so the change in routine has benefitted both of us.  Also, he now makes his lunch while I'm preparing dinner so that we're both in the kitchen together and he can't sneak anything.  I prepare our snacks at night too.

This new routine actually allows us to focus more on our mental health and doing those little rituals for ourselves (like actually using the anti-hag face cream I bought) that we might otherwise skip.  We've been doing this for just over a month and it has really been helpful.  He knows when he's tempted at work, that he can either chat me and I can talk him down (ie-when two boxes of Thin Mint girl scout cookies arrived from a client and I told him they were full of maggots.  When he was somewhat silent, I told him God was watching to appeal to the inner choir boy of his youth.  He gave them to the candy dish girl who also makes treats for the office and makes a Thin Mint cheesecake.  So proud!)  Or if the Special Darks start calling his name, I made him a picture that kills his appetite...

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So yeah, does that candy bar still look good crawling with maggots?  It pretty much does it for him every time.

I'm so proud of the progress he's made this past month and I know that he knows he can tell me about the hard days and the temptation he passed up.  If we keep up this routine, I think it can go a long way in helping to deal with it for the long term.  There will always be temptation and there will always be days where you mentally fight with yourself to step away from the candy dish or the Nutella jar but each victory is one to be celebrated!

A funny side note, the Mr said that Monday he was thinking about checking the candy dish since it had been a month since he saw it, you know, "just to check" to see what was in there.  That is when my chat popped up asking if he wanted to write the story about his struggle and progress.  HA!  That took care of getting his mind off of the candy dish pretty quick!

Do you put a plan of action into place when dealing with your food demons or try to wing it and hope it'll get better on its own?

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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

The Mr comes clean


For about a month, the Mr and I have been confronting an issue.  Matter of fact, I believe it's basically been a month this week that we changed up our routine but I will discuss what that is tomorrow.  First, you needed to know why a change was necessary so the Mr has agreed to tell his story so that maybe someone out there will benefit.  Without further adieu...



Hi everyone!  The Mr, here.  For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a food sneaker. When I was a kid, I snuck frozen cookie dough, pieces of cheese, bologna, etc. And I thought I always got away with it until one time my Mom confronted me about the cookie dough practically disappearing.

This affliction of mine would come and go. It wasn’t as big of a problem for me in high school but from time to time I would find myself in a situation where there was some good food that I wanted and I just didn’t care about the consequence of eating it and would practically suck it down without even tasting it half the time.

When The Mrs. and I finally had some weight loss success I found that I didn’t have much of a problem with this at first. But then, over time, I found myself just grabbing little things here and there. For example, I would eat a piece of cheese while making my lunch for the next day. Then I discovered Nutella. Oh man I love that stuff and I cannot control myself all the time with it available. I thought I was an expert at hiding my sneaks from her and tried to take as much as possible without allowing it to look too ridiculous. She would ask if I had been measuring and I would pretty much lie and say “yeah what’s the problem?”

But there was a problem. The problem was that I was sabotaging myself. What did she really care if I snuck a bunch of Nutella? The point was that I should have cared. For myself. Another bad discovery was Biscoff spread or “Cookie Butter”. I couldn’t help myself around that. I found that after a workout was a good time to take advantage of making my lunch for the next day while the Mrs. was showering up. This gave me plenty of time to indulge in some or all of my favorite sneaks. But it wasn’t the only time. I found that I was pretty adept at slamming food in my mouth when the Mrs. was right in the living room (perfect visibility into our kitchen). I would bend down over the dishwasher like I was busy doing the dishes or something and shovel in a piece of cheese. But it was actually the Biscoff spread that kind of led to my downfall because I ate more than could be reasonably explained, but more on this later.

Over time I also found myself eating stuff at work. A co-worker has a community candy dish that usually has those Hershey miniatures and maybe some Reese’s peanut butter cups, etc. I would never allow anyone to view me actually going and getting candy though. I had to do it when everyone was at lunch, or away from the desk. I was stealth about it but would grab handfuls and think nothing of it, all because I got away with it. But again, I didn’t get away with anything! I paid for it by not losing any weight that week and by setting myself back even further on the weight loss front. You see, this wasn’t necessarily a weekly thing. I could have some weeks where I was perfect. But if I was perfect one week and didn’t lose weight, you could bet I would tend to have more of a “screw it” attitude the following week and that was a recipe for disaster for me.

It was about a month ago now that I started to recognize that my little food sneaking problem, which seemed harmless enough at first, was terribly out of control. I began searching for help online but didn’t really find much. Deep down I felt like I needed to come clean with the Mrs. because I felt like it was one of those 12 step program type of things where you have to acknowledge the problem. It was when this was all coming to a head in my mind that the Mrs. confronted me about the Biscoff Spread.  I thought she had it more often than she did and the last time she had some there was half a jar and now there was one tablespoon left.  It was obvious but I still denied it.  A few days later, I knew I had to stop lying about it. To her. To myself.
I finally, thankfully, came clean by telling the Mrs. about all of the sordid details of my food sneaking exploits. It was embarrassing. It was shameful. But somehow it was also very freeing. I’m not going to say that I haven’t struggled from time to time but by just coming out and saying it and being more open about this struggle I have found a way to deal with this issue much better. I have even managed to lose some weight again and I can honestly say that ever since we had the discussion, I haven’t snuck any food at all.
If I find myself thinking about sneaking food then I think about the fact that I am not fooling anyone but myself. Likewise I am not sabotaging anyone but myself. I have more to lose by sneaking food then anyone else involved and I think that helps me to realize how stupid it really is to give in to that temptation. I don’t know how other food sneakers out there feel, but I know that I felt like I was playing some twisted game. Pulling one over on others or something. But I was really just pulling one over on myself.

At first I was kind of reluctant to share this with the world but I’ve come to realize that someone else out there is likely struggling with this. And while I may not have the perfect, permanent fix for this, I can at least tell you what has helped me with this so far and hope that you’ll be able to find some relief as well.
At work I did ask my co-worker to move the candy dish. It happens to sit pretty much in front of me and while I am trying my best to be good, it doesn’t help me much to have to watch everyone else grabbing candy all day long. Unfortunately my co-worker refuses to move it. Can’t win ‘em all I guess but I know that just means I have to be that much more diligent in my resolve to avoid sneaking food.  One time when she was filling it, she offered me Reese eggs (my favorite) as she was dumping them in the bowl.  I finally had to firmly tell her to stop telling me what she was putting in there because I'm trying to be good and I will obsess over it.  I don't want to know.  The Mrs even went so far as to make me a maggot infested picture of my favorite candy to refer to when I feel really tempted.  Yeah, it's gross but trust me, it works.  No Special Dark bar that is normally in the candy dish looks appetizing after looking at that picture!

One other thing now is that I have to write down everything I eat. I do that anyway but I now have to do it with complete honesty by recording even the stuff that I sneak. That is the rule but, again, I haven’t had to write down anything extra so far because I am still in a good place. I know there may come a time where I fall to temptation again. I am human and I will not beat myself up over it. But I know now that I can be more honest about it to myself and that is the most important thing. Once you stop trying to fool yourself, you realize how pointless it was to try to in the first place.

Tomorrow, the Mrs will be outlining what changes we've made the past month that has helped me get back in the right mind set and even helped her with an issue too.


Are you a food sneaker?  Any true confessions you want to express to see if others can help or give tips?

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Monday, April 14, 2014

Indianapolis or bust

Holy balls man, where did the weekend go?

It was quite jam packed...as you can see...


Okay, technically jelly packed but that was my happy thing (one of them) for the 100 Happy Days thingy.  We decided to give this diner a try and they had mixed fruit jelly.  Do you have any idea how happy mixed fruit jelly makes me?  Extremely since I can never seem to find it and it was my favorite as a kid.  I was so excited, the server gave me 4 of them for the road!  Score!

This was in the wee wee hours o' the morning so we could go to Indianapolis, IN to see the only Chesterfield set at a Pottery Barn within three states.


Yes, we made a road trip for a friggin' chair but if we're going to shell out investment style money for a new sofa and loveseat with a no returns for custom orders policy, my butt needs to be sitting on it first.  So in usual "me" style, I did some research to make sure we didn't drive half a day to see something for 5 minutes then leave.  So I put some additional stops on our impromptu tour of the Hoosier state.

Our first stop after the mall, was Broad Ripple Vintage.


I would maim to have that vintage sign in my house.  SO awesome!  It was mentioned in reviews that The Doors would be playing and they didn't disappoint.  I didn't realize it was basically all vintage clothing.  The thing about vintage clothing places (anywhere, not just here) is that they all smell like a mixture of 30 year old leather foot sweat and great grandma's polyester hugs.  It's not necessarily bad, just...distinct.  We enjoyed thumbing through the vintage posters and the lady who wished us a good day, looked exactly like what Iona from Pretty in Pink would look like today.  I was two seconds from asking if I could get my picture taken with her.  Or slow dancing with her to Cherish in a prom dress but I didn't want to interrupt Mr. Morrison.

Our huge breakfast (okay and a cupcake stop) held us longer than anticipated so we went to this HUGE antique warehouse called Midland Arts and Antiques Market.  It cannot be confirmed but I might've pee'd a little upon first glance.


This place was HUGE and the vendors vary quite a bit so there is something for everyone.  There are several things I regret not getting there but I am meeting a friend not far from the area this summer so I think I'm coming with money stacks in my shoes.  You'll take my sweaty foot money and like it!  I'll be the 7' tall woman walking in, salivating.

Pay no attention to the man zebra-ing around...


When I finally glanced at the clock, I realized it was 3ish.  Oops!  The Mr looked like he was considering gnawing on an appendage and before he decided whether it would be his or mine, I decided it was time to make a beeline to our lunch stop, Punch Burger.


I saw it got good reviews and since it wasn't far and it was off peak hours, we might luck out for a nice quiet lunch.  Well, it's popular so while it wasn't jam packed, it was pretty busy for a 3ish lunch.  That weird bit of lovely in a basket is called the Burnt Cheese burger.  We got ours on Texas toast and I got sweet potato tots and he got waffle fries so we could each try the other side.  Holy schmoly.  I am SO recreating this!  The bacon we added was SO thick and the burnt cheese was heavenly.  The sweet potato tots were good but damn, those waffle fries were awesome and I'm not even a fan of the waffle fry.  If you find yourself in the area, get thee to Punch Burger!

We attempted to go to Rocket Fizz in the downtown circle cluster you-know-what but it was too crowded and we were not going to pay for another parking garage like at the burger place.  ($5 and we were too lazy to circle around their wonky streets 20x looking for off street parking)  So we skipped that place and headed out to Carmel for another antique store.  The town looked really cute and they have these great public art installments everywhere.


The antique store was okay and the owner was really knowledgeable but we didn't find anything Earth shattering in there.  If we had more time, we probably would've explored more.

Now, I don't know if it's always like this or if it was because it was the first 80+ degree day they experienced there but these people do not know the concept of personal space.  Everyone walks WAY too close to you, including a man who literally almost tripped the Mr up three different times and some people taking three kids out to Punch Burger who thought it would be awesome to have their 3 year old hang off the back of the Mr's chair.  The looks on our faces must've conveyed this was NOT okay because they moved before they got their food.  I'm sorry but that is not cool to let your kid hang all over strangers and expect we're going to think it's cute.  It's not.  They also crowd you in and cut you off all the time.  I can't count how many people would just drift into our lane or almost hit us.  I really hand it to the Mr for keeping his forehead vein in check of a few near misses.  Finally, who the hell built the streets in that town!?!?  They were the most confusing thing not just for us but I'm pretty sure I heard the GPS guy say "f**k it.  I give up!"  No offense to any readers in Indianapolis.  Again, I'm hoping to blame it on a release of winter cabin fever.  ;-)

Then Sunday, we bought the couch and loveseat locally that we drove there to sit on.  I can't wait for it to come but now this means chit just got real and we need to paint the living room within the next month or it'll totally look stupid against our current wall paint.  Aces.

We did the grocery refuel for the week which seemed to take forever and then walked for our workout until our hips gave out and I got a groin pull.  Fun!

What did you do this weekend?

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Friday, April 11, 2014

Toss Across and What I'm Reading This Week

Anyone got some ibuprofen?

Curse you, Aunt Flo.  Is this where I'm supposed to break into my rendition of "I Enjoy Being a Girl?"  Because sometimes, right now, I do not.  The only comfort I take in my monthly visitor is that for most hours in a day, I do not have to sit on some Toss Across bean bags called nuts that when barely grazed will drop me to the floor.  But it's still not a fair trade in my eyes.

Anyhoo...let's get to...


4 Big Weight-Lifting Mistakes (and How to Fix Them!)  (Will do)

10 Things You Might Not Know About The Goonies  (I lurve the Goonies)

18 Surprising Dairy-Free Sources of Calcium  (Surprise!)

17 Movies Based on Magazine and Newspaper Articles (And Where To Read Them)  (Pretty cool!)

32 Feelings All Women Will Remember  (#4...right now...this second)

Dog saves his owner's life smelling her cancer  (Courtesy of the Mr)

After 15 years, Christine McVie is to rejoin Fleetwood Mac 'where she belongs'  (I heart Mick Fleetwood)

Kirstie Alley draws criticism with ‘circus fat’ ad  (I'm sorry but can we, as a society, stop being so damned offended by every single thing everyone says?)

Would you believe it? New book proves fact is stranger than fiction  (Nuggets of useless knowledge)

'The Blind Side' Star Determined to Lose Weight After Being Booted From Flight  (I hope he gets healthy and my heart aches for his public humiliation)

Eating carbs is essential for any weight-loss plan  (Good cuz this lady isn't cutting them out)


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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Can you have 100 Happy Days?

Happiness seems to be a big thing right now.  I mean, who can turn on a radio station without hearing the infectious "Happy" by Pharrell Williams?  Articles on how to be or get happy in health magazines.  I even saw a lady ask a TV doc "how do I actually be happy and not fake being happy?"  That made me sad because a lot of people agreed and wanted to know the answer.  It seems we all need a little more happy in our lives.  I saw that one of my friends was doing this 100 Happy Days project, so I decided to take a peek at the website to see what it's all about.


The thing that really stuck out to me was this paragraph on people who tried the experiment and then dropped out because they didn't have time to be happy.  I know, it sounds insane, right?  Here's what they said:

We live in times when super-busy schedules have become something to boast about. While the speed of life increases, there is less and less time to enjoy the moment that you are in. The ability to appreciate the moment, the environment and yourself in it, is the base for the bridge towards long term happiness of any human being.

71% of people tried to complete this challenge, but failed quoting lack of time as the main reason.These people simply did not have time to be happy. Do you? 
This got me thinking, that even though I wouldn't likely take pics of, hashtag and have people stalk my happy moments, I could at least pick one happy moment out of each day and write it down so I could reflect back and see that yes, there is one thing each day that can make your heart smile every day...even the mundane ones.

I started keeping track on Saturday and have things ranging from our picnic in the city on Sunday to looking through Wishbook Web's pages of wish books from our childhood that we would circle the toys we wanted for Santa to bring us.

They say that people who did this challenge claimed to
 - Start noticing what makes them happy every day;
 - Be in a better mood every day;
 - Start receiving more compliments from other people;
 - Realize how lucky they are to have the life they have;
 - Become more optimistic;
 - Fall in love during the challenge.
Those are some pretty great things to take from it!  So I'm committing to myself that I will record each daily happiness.

Will you do the 100 Happy Days Challenge?  Why or why not?

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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Fitness beat down and another bad rental

We got our butts handed to us last night courtesy of Turbo Fire.  We've been doing less intense forms of cardio so jumping back into that was like "HA, your endurance is lower, idiots!"   We've been focusing on strength too so I think that helped with the cardio burn...1025 calories for me last night.  I haven't burned that in a while.  Physical therapy was balance board, foam rolling my IT bands and ankle massages.

Dinner was blackened chicken alfredo and green beans.  Twas quite delish.




We rented August: Osage County last night.  Wow, it was one of the hardest movies we've sat through in a long time.  Actually since last week when we wasted two hours on Anchorman 2.  I counted at least 12 times the Mr wanted to turn it off.  I did too but I was invested and had to see it through.  Sigh.  I hate that I had to sit through over an hour of misery to get to the meat and potatoes of the movie.  Then when the unfulfilling ending came, it made me want to hurl a cinder block through the TV.  It had its moments that held your attention but overall, it was just a miserable movie to watch...like an uncomfortable meeting with the in-laws that will never end.

Speaking of which, the Mr is having lunch with his mother today.  I'd like to remind him that ribs are fatty and sauces on the side.  ;-)

Rented any stinkers lately?

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