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She’s A Tryin’

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She is fading fast. This whole staying up until midnight is hard. My sweet Ginger girl did try though.

May you and yours have a safe New Year’s Eve and may 2012 be the best year yet!

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Posted by on December 31, 2011 in Critters And Sometimes Chaos, Holidays and Sometimes Chaos

 

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Fat Doesn’t Take A Break

In the I am depressed, so why not find a reason to be more depressed stage I am currently in: I found this article, which basically explains why people who lose weight tend to gain it back. Apparently our bodies fight like hell to return to the pre-diet weight. Lovely. I have been consistently attempting to lose about 30 pounds for…oh, about five years. Yeah, me and the rest of the world.  Currently I am on weight watchers and it works great when I don’t cheat. And I don’t cheat as long as there is no stress in my life. HA! If you wonder why there is stress in my life, see here.

The article goes on to explain genetic links to obesity, family propensity, and twin studies conducted to determine if being fat is partly not our fault. And it partly isn’t, however the other part is definitely our fault. It comes down to choices. Choose to eat that wonderfully delicious but sinfully bad for you piece of whatever or choose to not it and pick something healthy good for you. The easy choice to the sinfully bad, because it’s sinfully and it is bad. Everybody loves the bad boy!

The one section that stood out for me and what I am choosing to take out of this article is the registry for those who have lost weight and kept it off for more than a year.

There is no consistent pattern to how people in the registry lost weight — some did it on Weight Watchers, others with Jenny Craig, some by cutting carbs on the Atkins diet and a very small number lost weight through surgery. But their eating and exercise habits appear to reflect what researchers find in the lab: to lose weight and keep it off, a person must eat fewer calories and exercise far more than a person who maintains the same weight naturally. Registry members exercise about an hour or more each day — the average weight-loser puts in the equivalent of a four-mile daily walk, seven days a week. They get on a scale every day in order to keep their weight within a narrow range. They eat breakfast regularly. Most watch less than half as much television as the overall population. They eat the same foods and in the same patterns consistently each day and don’t “cheat” on weekends or holidays. They also appear to eat less than most people, with estimates ranging from 50 to 300 fewer daily calories.

It gives me a little hope with a dash of what the hell have I gotten myself into with this whole weight loss idea. To those also in this boat: let me know how you do it and how successfully. We can ride this ride together.

 
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Posted by on December 28, 2011 in Losing Weight Sucks And That Is The Plain Truth, Plain and Simple (aka Boring)

 

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Christmas

Christmas was relatively calm at my house this year. Partly due to the fact we did not go visiting at all this year. Economic issues on the party of my side of the family and a non-ability to travel to my in-laws contributed immensely to this calm, quiet holiday. We spent the morning eating pancakes, opening presents, and just enjoying each other’s company. The afternoon was spent playing with said presents.

I actually feel a little guilty for the quiet. We called everyone. Wished everyone a Merry Christmas. But it isn’t the same. It’s not like we have spent every Christmas at someone’s house. My job requires I work some holiday every year. This year I lucked out and did not have to work on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. I think knowing that we had the whole holiday open and not taking that opportunity to visit either my family or his just does not sit right with me. Knowing our presence would have been a financial burden to my family (my step-dad has been without a job since April) kept us from inviting them to our house (price of gas) or visiting them at their house (price of food). Offering to bring food or pay for the gas would have been seen as charity and refused outright. Might be I feel more guilty over being able to afford these things knowing they cannot.

On the other hand, not being able to travel to my in-laws (they live 850 miles away) does not carry the same load of guilt. That much travel requires being able to be away for days – at least three: two for travel and a day to visit. Neither my husband nor myself would have been able to pull that one off.

The good news about Christmas was my son was able to come home and spend a few weeks with us. It was nice having him back in his room, making the usual mess, and keeping us up at night. Felt like a normal life with a teenager.

To everyone out there who had a nice quiet Christmas, I understand. To those who had a fun-filled, rowdy, family-filled Christmas, I want to be you next year.

 
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Posted by on December 27, 2011 in Family

 

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Happy Holidays & Seasons Greetings

Merry Christmas

Happy Hanukkah (though I realize I am late with this one)

Happy Kwanzaa

Happy Whatever Holiday You Celebrate During This Time

*whew* I think that covers it.

May you have love, laughter, and someone special to enjoy the day!

 
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Posted by on December 25, 2011 in Family, Holidays and Sometimes Chaos

 

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Decadence, I Tell You. Decadence.

I realize it is very close to Christmas, it being Christmas Eve and all, but the stores are still open today, so…If you want to make something that is absolutely fabulous, try this recipe. I got it out of People magazine. It is from Pauley Perrett’s bakery Donna Bell’s Bake Shop. Trust me people, this stuff will make you deliriously happy you have taste buds.

  • 2 cups flour
  • 1/2 cup confectioners sugar
  • pinch salt
  • 1/2 lb unsalted butter, cold, cut into cubes
  • 3/4 cup dark chocolate chips
  • 1 cup Reese’s Pieces
  • 1/4 cup white chocolate chips
  • 1/2 cup dried cranberries
  • 3/4 cup coconut
  • 3/4 cup chopped nuts (I prefer walnuts, but the recipe calls for pecans)
  • 1/2 cup sweetened condensed milk
  • 1/2 cup evaporated milk
  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F
  2. In food processor with a steel blade, mix together flour, confectioners sugar, and salt
  3. Add butter and pulse a few times until mixture resembles coarse crumbs
  4. Place mixture into a 13×9 pan and press down firmly to form a crust
  5. Bake for 25 minutes
  6. Meanwhile, mix together dark chocolate chips and next 5 ingredients
  7. Remove pan from oven. Immediately pour chip mixture over crust.
  8. Drizzle both milks evenly (and separately) over the top
  9. Bake for 10 minutes. Cool completely in pan, then cut into bars.
  10. Take a bite and die from bliss
 
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Posted by on December 24, 2011 in Absolutely Fantastically Wonderful, Losing Weight Sucks And That Is The Plain Truth

 

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Car. Bad.

So in that same vein of my car having an invisible bullseye painted on it. Or maybe it is just karma.

My son came home for Thanksgiving awhile back…you know, awhile back, like at Thanksgiving. And because at no time could we as a family do anything without a little drama, he was sick.

Sick as in throwing up the whole plane ride back kind of sick. Dehydrated and talking out of his head kind of sick. So sick the stewardesses had the paramedics meet him at the gate kind of sick.

And where was I, you ask? I was at baggage claim waiting on him with no earthly idea that my son was at the gate vomiting into a vomit bag and being persuaded by the paramedics to take him to the hospital.

The airport authority calls my house because if my son is coming home on a plane, obviously I would be home. My husband, thankfully, was home and called me, who was at the airport.

And here is where I apologize profusely to anyone who had been waiting in that long line at the Delta counter as I busted my way to the front to demand a security pass so I could get to my son on the other side of the neutral zone.

And here is where I apologize profusely to the elderly couple at the security gate slowly taking off their shoes, jewelry, and the seven hundred other personal items they decided to take on the plane that day. I grabbed a tub, threw shoes, keys, wallet (because I refuse to carry a purse!), and phone into the tub and slam dunked it onto the conveyor belt.

And this is where I apologize profusely to the TSA agent who just had to get a band-aid for the must have been howlingly painful paper cut she had received just that second.

And then I ran fourteen gates.

Why did I morph into Crazy Mom From Hell? Because my son is diabetic and “talking out of his head” is code for “very scary sick.” The paramedics tested his blood sugar. It was 539. Normal is below 150 or 120 or 100 depending on which endocrinologist you ask. Bottom line, my son was nowhere near normal. And he was dehydrated which was making it worse.

I did not, however, have them take him to the hospital. He needed fluids and insulin, things I could give him without the need for a hospital stay. As a veteran mom of a diabetic kid – I should probably say adult now as he is in college – I have been through this a time or two.

I got him to my car and drove him home. A day later he was back to his usual self.

I just really wish he had used the vomit bag while in the car.

 
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Posted by on December 19, 2011 in Drama. Oh. The. Drama., Family