AND.......its been a week!

7 days at under 1500 Calories each day

7 days without white sugar or flour

7 days with at least an hour or more of exercise

7 days recording everything I eat.

7 days of drinking my face off and literally camping out in the wc

7 days of still cooking 'normally' for friends and fam and not partaking (this included 4 dozen sugar cookies and 3 dozen homemade biscuits) not a bite....

Pray for me schmeeples.....it feels like the devil himself lives in my shoulder and hip this morning. I'm tough, but still need the extra boosts to get me through.

My 20 year anniversary with Marc (since our first date) is this fall, and I want to have my body match my spirit by then.

Do you know what that means?

Since my weight issues have been seemingly insurmountable it just has felt like my vivacious and free and adventurous and enthusiastic SPIRIT has not matched my tired, exhausted, painful, frustrating, limiting, heavy, perpetually 'stuck' BODY.

The only way you can relate to my dilema is to imagine yourself doing any excercise while having the flu. Yep, thats how it feels pretty much everytime. Also think about how much you care about what you eat when you are really sick. Its been that way for me for a long long time. Survival mode. But.....

I want them to match again. MY spirit and MY body with an = equals mark inbetween.





Its absolutely NOT going to be easy. This I know. But, this time I am 'sharing'. Barf, gag, burf..... I HATE that part. HATE. Yet, I have a feeling that is the part I have been missing. So.........

There ya go. That was this week. I will weigh in tomorrow, and if you think I will 'share' that part, UM,.....you be c.r.a.z.y.!

Thanks for the support! I need it! AND Can finally admit it!!! Sort of.

Personalites Literature-aly

If someone says to you, "He is such a Romeo.". You surely know what that person is saying, right? It means that guy is a romantic dreamer, a gushy love bug. Everyone knows that. True?

I think most do. And, if they don't they should... (yes, I know you shouldn't start a sentence with 'and'...but I felt like it... :p)

If we are friends, and honk knows I hope we are if you are taking time to read my blog, because otherwise you are oddly interested in some strange lady from Seattle. Either category is welcome to read, nonetheless...

As I was saying, if we are friends....... You know that I often speak Literature-aly. Not literally, although, I am want to do so from time to time, but....Literature-ally. Here is how.



If I want to convey to you that my opinions of people at large, I can be caught saying things like, "He is such a Mercutio." Translation = I think he is a fool.

Its so much easier to say that than explain every aspect and or condition of that personality type. Effective? Yes. Always understood, No, not by most.

Those who do understand,.......I loooooooooooooooooooooooooovvvvvvvvvvvve, with lots of gluttonous oooooo's in the middle. Its such a relief to know, YOU know!



Perhaps you know a girl who is congenial in the most delicate way. Brave. Honorable, devoted to family, patient beyond belief, compelled to humility, or perhaps even endowed with raven-like locks. I would call her names. I would! She would be a Natasha. I admire and flaunt Natash-ness all over my verbage. War and Peace me baby.



We all know someone who just cannot catch a break in their formative years. Sadness follows them like a cursory shadow. Yet, they triumph and eventually turn their shadow into a spectrum of rainbowlike heroism. He is a N2 (Nicholas Nickleby, 2 N's, = N squared)



I don't think I have actually ever met a genuine Elizabeth Bennett. You DO know of whom I'm writing? Right? Write? Right?

There are some who magnify a large portion of her qualities or have a whimsical wandering into of a few characteristics. However, few find her for long or embody her forever.

If you hear me say, "You are so Elizabeth B right now!" Consider yourself complimented.



If you find your young self tormented by teasing from an opposite gender. I often just suggest an allusion to a one of my favorites. Gilbert. Anne of the Gables Green realized he was just literally (not literature-aly) CRAZY about her and could not contain himself. It will just get worse, so call him out. "You are such a Gilbert!"




I could go on forever and ever and ever, but last but not least I thought I'd share a marital favorite. Whenever my tall handsomeness does a stealthy good marriage deed, in the 'extra mile' and 'unheralded' category I'll give him and wink and a loved rushed, "You are such a Darcy."

No, not a 'darling' a "Darcyling".

Huge difference. Bingleys are nice too. Think I might have married the perfect combination of one half Darcy one half Bingley :0) He is no Wickam, cause' I could not abide any "Wickam-ness", ever.

I would have punched a Wickam in the bits and kicked his knickered arse to the 'literal' curb. True that.

If you get my drift, which after this post, YOU SHOULD.

If you don't, then I suppose you might be a Mr. Collins :) :) :) :) :) :) :)