tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236682410817565562024-03-13T15:32:56.383-05:00Gastric Bypass CatharsisMy Journey through Weight Loss SurgeryAJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-32049540750526874932008-12-31T16:53:00.002-06:002008-12-31T16:55:52.093-06:00SlackerI cannot believe how long it has been since my last post. But in my defense, I survived Christmas and got a job in this economy all in a month's time. So all of this activity left me little room for blogging.<div><br /></div><div>So the story is I am moving to Los <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Angeles</span> for a job. i will be there starting mid-January and this is when normal blogging should resume. </div><div><br /></div><div>Happy New Year!</div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-34685957936435611932008-12-07T19:12:00.004-06:002008-12-07T19:15:25.458-06:00Jobs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gLceSzx33Q/STx0_3OOcII/AAAAAAAAAHk/WDseSyaPlLs/s1600-h/P1000385.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gLceSzx33Q/STx0_3OOcII/AAAAAAAAAHk/WDseSyaPlLs/s320/P1000385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277221503875575938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gLceSzx33Q/STx04AjCQeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/o7a85CCzvfc/s1600-h/P1000384.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gLceSzx33Q/STx04AjCQeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/o7a85CCzvfc/s400/P1000384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277221368939823586" /></a><br />Well everyone, I am on a whirlwind tour of the US in search of jobs. This week: Minneapolis, St Louis, Los Angeles and Phoenix. Hopefully I will be back to updating regularly toward the end of the week. I am spending 11 days with my DJ and I am psyched. <div><br /></div><div>In the meantime, here is a pic of me with a couple of friends in Minneapolis. I look normal! :)</div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-18759991464987397702008-11-23T22:18:00.003-06:002008-11-24T08:26:23.571-06:00Promises Promises<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">OK</span> folks, I promised to catch you up on my life, so here it goes:<div><ul><li>staying with my parents - hard to do at 30 yrs old</li><li>Saw DJ last weekend - <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">separating</span> again is almost physically painful<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span></li><li>therefore: must find job in Phoenix or in a city within a few hours drive (if you know of any, holler!)<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span></li><li>weight loss stalled - creeping back to old habits with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">fam</span> and no exercise (shame on me)<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span></li></ul>So here is where the post begins. Since I moved back (temporarily!) I have not worked out once! NOT ONCE! I felt awful. So three days ago i joined a gym. Now since i don't plan to be here more than a couple of months, I do not want to sign a contract with one of the big fancy gyms and since the YMCA in my town costs as much per month as a suite at the Ritz Carlton, I joined the local grungy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">meathead</span> gym. This gym is designed for and frequented by big time body builder dudes. I have gone every day since joining and I have not seen another woman there ever. And the gym has at least 5 dozen <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">different</span> weight machines and 4, yes 4, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">cardio</span> machines. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">But</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">meatheads</span> don't do <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">cardio</span>, so I get them all to myself! So it really works out, they use the weights, I use the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">cardio</span>. They give me funny looks, I put in my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">earbuds</span>, blast some Pat <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Benetar</span> and then blast some fat. But in just three days I am already feeling better. Lost some weight again, getting back on track. I just need to stick to it!</div><div><br /></div><div>I promise I will expand on some of the other stuff later, but for now, my message is this. WLS is not a fix all, I still need to work!</div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-65942182489798404782008-11-22T10:52:00.002-06:002008-11-22T10:53:17.829-06:00not deadI am not dead, I think I am just depressed. I promise to write more later and fill you all in. I just have to organize my thoughts....so much drama.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-23128984040252485402008-11-07T13:46:00.003-06:002008-11-07T13:52:37.688-06:00back in Saint LouisSo since I was laid off, 5 months after starting my job, I decided to move back home to St Louis to conduct my job search. <div><br /></div><div>For two days after being laid off, I was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">inconsolable</span>, but now I am over the shock and doing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">OK</span>. I have had a couple of bites on my resume, so I am feeling optimistic about finding another job.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the meantime, I am able to spend quality time with my very sick grandfather and spend the holidays with my family. </div><div><br /></div><div>Also, I get to see DJ in 6 days. We are spending a weekend in Chicago. The trip was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pre</span>-paid before I got laid off so we might as well go through with the trip. I am a little worried though because his mother has been having her famous "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">cardiac</span> episodes" and hinting that she may be too sick for him to leave. We both know that this is just her trick, so I don't think it will work, but nevertheless, it makes me nervous. I really need to see him!</div><div><br /></div><div>I promise to take loads of pics and update my blog with them!</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you to everyone who sent me comforting messages after I was laid off. Thank you thank you!</div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-63403351147370469242008-11-05T16:41:00.003-06:002008-11-05T16:50:20.594-06:00Back to businessI am done with the political stuff and am promising i will return to my normal set of topics.<div><br /></div><div>Which is what you ask? Oh whatever is on my mind. These days it has been a mixture of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">weight</span> loss issues, unemployment, relationships, the economy and on and on. A couple of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">people</span> have messaged me asking me not to voice my opinion about politics since this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">blog's</span> purpose was to follow my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">WLS</span> progress. While I understand your point, you must understand that I am a person, not just a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">WLS</span> patient. and with my humanity comes a infinite number of opinions, emotions and concerns. This is my blog and I will write about whatever I choose because writing helps me release pent up emotions and as the name of the blog indicates, it is cathartic.</div><div><br /></div><div>I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">don't</span> think I was ever disrespectful or hurtful. And I know that I have the right to my opinion. So if you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">don't</span> agree with me that is fine. That is America, that is why we hold elections. And the people spoke last night and we elected a new leader. If you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">don't</span> agree with me, then tell me why. Lets talk about it! But please <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">DON'T</span> ASK ME TO SHUT UP!</div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-32655420108073170192008-11-04T23:32:00.004-06:002008-11-05T00:09:54.741-06:00YES WE DID!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gLceSzx33Q/SRE4rSTdgDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/aVUTWs4Obm8/s1600-h/obama_w.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gLceSzx33Q/SRE4rSTdgDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/aVUTWs4Obm8/s400/obama_w.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265051755671814194" /></a><br />need I say more?AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-76335986633660710072008-10-28T17:13:00.001-05:002008-10-28T17:14:43.987-05:00DownsizedBoth physically and employedly. Is that a word? Well either way, my company let me go today and I am officially unemployed. It was a mass downsizing and I fell on the wrong side of the sword.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-60188490726350323062008-10-25T08:47:00.004-05:002008-10-25T08:52:32.267-05:00Bernanke<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/huff-wires/20081020/financial-meltdown/images/dbf39f42-385d-4740-bd1c-9c82a7c2453f.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 512px; height: 349px;" src="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/huff-wires/20081020/financial-meltdown/images/dbf39f42-385d-4740-bd1c-9c82a7c2453f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">OK</span>, so I have an MBA and in MBA school there are loads of finance and economics classes. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">never</span> really planned to have a deep interest in the economy but even before the current meltdown, I found myself fascinated by the ebbs and flows of economies. Because of this, I follow the actions of the fed fairly closely. Well last night, it wound its way into my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">subconscious</span> in the form of a naughty dream involving Fed Chief Bernanke who was at any point morphing into DJ and then back. <div><br /></div><div>Needless to say, I woke up a little disturbed. :)</div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-73927920126073013112008-10-23T20:05:00.002-05:002008-10-23T20:19:57.669-05:00MEME<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">This MEME was taken from <a href="http://greentshirt.blogspot.com/">She's a Rebel Who totally rocks! Read her blog.</a></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">1. <strong>Where is your cell phone</strong>? In my pocket on vibrate (giggle)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">2. <strong>Where is your significant other</strong>? In Arizona, sigh. But I get to see DJ in 3 weeks!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">3. <strong>Your hair color</strong>? Dark Brown</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">4. <strong>Your mother</strong>? Is the number one reason I had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">WLS</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">5. <strong>Your father</strong>? Wonderfully goofy. Sweet and a little broken. Fiercely protective and loyal.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">6. <strong>Your favorite thing</strong>? DJ. Is he a thing? Doesn't matter, he is still my favorite.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">7. <strong>Your dream last night?</strong> For once, I don't remember</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">8. <strong>Your dream/goal</strong>? To live in the same state with DJ and to be at a healthy weight.</span> <br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">9. <strong>The room you’re in</strong>? The living room. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">10. <strong>Your hobby</strong>? Reading really, politics, novels, history, you name it, I absorb it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">11. <strong>Your fear</strong>? Gaining weight. (stole this one from She's a Rebel, but I wholeheartedly agree)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">12. <strong>Where do you want to be in six years</strong>? In a city with DJ working for a company I believe in in a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">position</span> that lets me use my brain and creativity.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">13. <strong>Where were you last night</strong>? Home. I live in the middle of a cornfield. I am home A LOT.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">14. <strong>What you’re not</strong>? A republican/conservative.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">15. <strong>One of your wish list items</strong>? A total body lift (giggling again)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">16. <strong>Where you grew up</strong>? Illinois, Hawaii</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">17. <strong>The last thing you did</strong>? peed</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">18. <strong>What are you wearing</strong>? Black <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hoodie</span> with blue pajama pants with black cats on them. (YES, I am aware that cats on clothes is lame. No need to tell me via comments :) )</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">19. <strong>Your T.V.?</strong> I big and on the wall. A graduation present from the P's.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">20. <strong>Your pet</strong>? A cat named Modigliani. He's a jerk.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">21. <strong>Your computer?</strong> runs hot.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">22. <strong>Your mood</strong>? Tired. Weather changes make me want to hibernate. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">23. <strong>Missing someone</strong>? DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">24. <strong>Your car</strong>? 2008 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">VW</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Jetta</span>. Black, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">beautiful</span>, sleek....my first new car.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">25. <strong>Something you’re not wearing</strong>? a cowboy hat. No think about the outfit I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">described</span> before. Only thing that could make it lamer? A cowboy hat.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">26. <strong>Favorite store</strong>? Target</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">27. <strong>Your Summer</strong>? Was probably the last time I will have a summer off until I retire.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">28. <strong>Love someone</strong>? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Yeppers</span>. not many but all of them deeply.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">29. <strong>Your favorite color</strong>? Purple</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">30. <strong>Last time you laughed</strong>? Today at my Cube mate. That crazy girl cracks me up. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">31. <strong>Last time you cried</strong>? Last weekend. Almost lost my grandfather. He is slowly getting better now thank goodness.</span><br /></span></div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-33715838925756820662008-10-23T19:35:00.002-05:002008-10-23T19:42:03.442-05:00Wolf WhistleMy first. :) I know most women are annoyed by them, but today, I was flattered.<div><br /></div><div>As I walked out of my office building, these two men in a car that was stopped at the stop light were looking my way. I thought nothing of it. Then the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">driver</span> honked the horn. I looked over and he waved, then the passenger waved too. I looked around to see who they were waving at, but it was just me on the street. Then the driver rolled down the window and shouted, "Hey sexy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mami</span>, give me your number." He was talking to ME! </div><div><br /></div><div>Now, don't get me wrong, I would NEVER respond to that kind of come on (I mean who does? Come on guys, what are you expecting shouting out of your car window? REALLY?) But, I was flattered in a weird way. It just made me blush and giggle a little. And my ego was boosted a bit. Thanks random driver man!</div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-42786704416517274242008-10-21T21:38:00.003-05:002008-10-21T21:42:46.945-05:00BoobsYep, I am talking about boobs in this entry. I was totally prepared for my boobs to shrink as I lost <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">weight</span>. I am now down 120 lbs and so I went this weekend for a new bra fitting. Guess what? I went UP a cup size? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">WTH</span>? My band size went down by 4 inches, but my cup size increased. Crazy. I am not complaining though. Nope not me.<div><br /></div><div>I have big boobs :) Well I still have lots of stuff that is big, but at least that is the one part that is considered good when its big. </div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-35257548066003742082008-10-20T18:48:00.002-05:002008-10-20T18:53:10.215-05:00sorry for the absenceMy grandfather is very ill and I have been driving home to St Louis as often as possible. <div><br /></div><div>This is the first major <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">stressful</span> event I have encountered since I had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">WLS</span> and my old familiar friend food is not there for comfort. In fact, It is the opposite, I cannot eat. In fact, I have lost 10 lbs in since last Thursday. I have a call in to my surgeon to find out what I should take to help me keep food down so hopefully that will help. </div><div><br /></div><div>In the meantime, I think I need to find new stress <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">relievers</span> since my friends Ben and Jerry moved out of town. Any suggestions?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-48023907890656580022008-10-09T18:59:00.005-05:002008-10-09T21:08:02.897-05:00If food is the way to a mans heart, then<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gLceSzx33Q/SO6eNEz5qmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0Xj86uH6-rk/s1600-h/heel.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gLceSzx33Q/SO6eNEz5qmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0Xj86uH6-rk/s400/heel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255311762654866018" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gLceSzx33Q/SO6eDW5xx9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/pYlHUA1Pmts/s1600-h/boots.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gLceSzx33Q/SO6eDW5xx9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/pYlHUA1Pmts/s400/boots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255311595712661458" /></a><br />...shoes are the way to mine. <div><br /></div><div>I love shoe shopping and since losing so much weight, I have found that not only has my clothing size gone down, but so has my shoe size. So I desperately need new shoes for work because i am walking out of my heels that I have now. And it is only time until I break my neck. So here are my new babies:</div><div><br /></div><div>Both are Born brand. They are super comfy and last forever. Investments really. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know why shoe shopping makes me so happy. I swear it releases endorphins! The shoe salesguy was also VERY cute (young but cute) and he said that the boots made me look "rockin." That helped my mood too. </div><div><br /></div><div>Also, those boots are normal boots. Made to fit normal ankles. and GUESS WHAT!?!?! THEY FIT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOO-HOO! "Normal" I LOVE that Freakin' word!</div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-69156296055765675722008-10-06T21:26:00.002-05:002008-10-06T21:31:01.609-05:00Might as well face it, I'm addicted to<a href="http://www.drinkclick.com/">Click</a> <div><br /></div><div>This stuff is so yummy, but kind of expensive. It has become a crutch for me. I whip one up at 2:30 3<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ish</span> in the afternoon at work and I buzz through the rest of the day.</div><div><br /></div><div>well, today I decided that one every day was too often and it should be reserved for afternoons when my butt is really dragging (save me money and calories). So I did not have one today. The afternoon took FOREVER to end. And I was SO hungry by the time I got home. Usually this stuff peps me up and keeps me from afternoon snacking. I cam so close today to hitting the vending machine.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh well, might as well give up and just pay the $ and drink the stuff. It is healthier than breaking down and buying peanut M&Ms from the vending machine and passing out at my desk from a food coma. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ARGH</span>!</div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-85737687834875802752008-10-05T21:23:00.003-05:002008-10-06T20:06:27.363-05:00Miss Kathy Griffin and Vice President Spearswas gracious enough to land <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">in a</span> corn field and entertain the Iowan masses yesterday.<div><br /></div><div>The best "joke" she told? reading word for word the transcript of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Palin's</span> conversation with Kissinger. She said that she couldn't make it any funnier than it already was. So true, so sad and so true.</div><div><br /></div><div>For any of my readers who might think she is cute and it doesn't matter if the VP is smart and capable. Remember that McCain is already ancient and the probability that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Palin</span> would become President is a lot higher than the probability that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Biden</span> would. Scary. </div><div><br /></div><div>VOTE <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">OBAMA</span>!</div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-31622527259935681942008-10-05T09:21:00.003-05:002008-10-05T09:31:02.815-05:00Broken stallWell folks, my stall is officially over! I was not worried about this one too much because I have been through a few before and I know how it works. But this time I did something different, I actively worked to break it early. I ramped up my exercise routine significantly and started drinking water like it was my job. And sure enough within two days, the scale starting going down. <div><br /></div><div>Now I have been exercising all along, but I have admittedly been pretty lazy lately and just doing the same old routine and not pushing myself at all. So I guess my body wasn't getting the same benefit. I started working out a lot harder and just a bit longer. I am exhausted this week because of it, but it feels really good. I am sleeping really well and I feel stronger! </div><div><br /></div><div>So I didn't lose any weight for almost 2 weeks, then BOOM! 5 lbs in 4 days. Weird huh? I made up all my lost time super fast. I now know that I need to make sure to keep up with my hydration as well as challenge my body by not getting lazy with the exercise.</div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-73986614497600514462008-10-02T18:28:00.002-05:002008-10-02T18:30:33.702-05:00cyber-familythat's what you all are!<div><br /></div><div>Thanks to Amber whose great advice got me through my weird engineer drama.</div><div><br /></div><div>I did go to lunch with him, but at that lunch I told him, after listening to his weird story, that from now on, our interactions are to be strictly professional.</div><div><br /></div><div>He is giving me the evil eye at work, but so far so good! No emails, no texts, all clear.</div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-73744147840117801482008-09-30T15:35:00.002-05:002008-09-30T15:37:43.387-05:00Smell gone nutsI have blogged about this in the past, but ever since RNY, my sense of smell is uber strong. Today at work, there was a skylight being installed on my floor, which means they were using very stong adhesives. The smell almost killed me. I was literally gaggin at my desk. I finally just told my boss that I needed to finish the day at home. I felt like such a baby, but it was making me so sick!AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-58793256951406791522008-09-29T20:42:00.002-05:002008-09-29T20:49:36.436-05:00Weirder stillSo I think that the engineer has major boundary issues. He has been texting me every couple of hours and emailing me at work. I don't know what to do. He is very persistent saying that he needs to explain to me why he is sorry and talk about what happened in person. Normally, I would say no, but we work together and I don't want things to be weird. <div><br /></div><div>I told DJ what is going on and he is not very happy. I can't say I blame him, but his wanting to call the guy does not help me. I don't think that would help me keep the professional relationship with this guy working. UGH!</div><div><br /></div><div>I guess I need to go to lunch with this guy and try to hear him out. Maybe he is a normal guy who was going through something that made him act crazy. Keep your fingers crossed folks. I don't see this ending well. </div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-88545236332277755432008-09-28T08:49:00.005-05:002008-09-28T11:38:14.965-05:00People continue to disappoint and confuse meSo I made friends with this engineer at work. I know I go on and on about being lonely here in my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nowheresville</span> town, but it is true. I sit alone way more than is healthy. So when I met this guy at work who is very nice, we became chatty (at work only). <div><br /></div><div>Then, he began telling me about some problems he was having at home with his wife. Then he tells me they are separating. She moved out of the apartment and took his son to live about an hour away. Then we end up at the same social event one evening and chatted some more. Now let me state this now, I AM NOT INTERESTED in this man romantically. I have my boy and this guy is not really my type. But, I am interested in being buddies. I need friends and he seems nice and interesting. </div><div><br /></div><div>One evening a few nights ago, he called me and asked me to dinner. He then said, 'just as friends you know. this is not a date." <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">PHEW! We are on the same page. </span> is what I thought. So we had dinner, it was uneventful. Borderline boring really. All the while, this guy is also hanging out with my neighbor. But I get the feeling that they are more than just friends. Which is totally cool with me, except they are putting me between them (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">what did she say about me? What did he say about me?) </span>But that is mildly annoying and mildly amusing at the same time. </div><div><br /></div><div>So yesterday he calls me and asks me to come hang out with him and his son in the evening. I agree. He asks me to pick up beer on my way. So I do. When I get there, his son is snoozing and we sit down and he proceeds to down the entire 6 pack in the span of 1.5 hrs. Then he tries to kiss me! GROSS. he was so drunk and dumb. So I made some excuses and was out of there by 9pm. He continued to text me until I turned my phone off at midnight. His texts were apologetic at first and then turned belligerent and then pathetic. I did not reply to any of them. He knows about DJ, so I don't know what his deal is. I thought he liked my neighbor. </div><div><br /></div><div>How do I look at this guy tomorrow at work? I just wanted to be friends and have some local folks to hang out with? Why did this blow up in my face?</div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-80713781248813527882008-09-27T20:14:00.002-05:002008-09-27T20:19:56.444-05:00Poor Hawkeyes...They lost the big homecoming game today, but I was still super happy. Cause I got SOOO many compliments! So tonight I will go to bed feeling pretty. maybe for the first time ever.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-21632746153423046642008-09-25T21:34:00.002-05:002008-09-25T21:39:02.577-05:00A dose of common sense<a href="http://greentshirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-want-to-have-his-intelligent-funny.html">Go here</a> and read this and watch the video! AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-24017631641034126012008-09-23T19:52:00.002-05:002008-09-23T19:56:25.801-05:00So I look normal...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gLceSzx33Q/SNmPwWh24fI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CLW7Y4H8xvc/s1600-h/aaaaa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gLceSzx33Q/SNmPwWh24fI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CLW7Y4H8xvc/s400/aaaaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249384901521105394" /></a>and this is a huge WOW moment for me. That is me out for my friend's birthday and I don't stand out from the other women as the huge fat girl. I look normal. Normal Normal...the word is weird and wonderful.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823668241081756556.post-76725720519129740542008-09-23T19:18:00.001-05:002008-09-23T19:19:43.510-05:00stallingstalling stalling stalling. up 2 lbs, down three, up three down four up down up down AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10628489554881274458noreply@blogger.com1