The quest for happy imperfection…

Well, today’s scale brought a large disappointment- me! I was up a pound from previous all-time high, and dangerously close to a weight milestone that I don’t want any part of.  But, forgiveness is the name of the game, and I’m choosing not to focus on a number. My life will not be controlled and my moods will not be dictated by an angry little scale. Instead, I’m considering this a push off point to trigger life-altering changes. 

 So, food was not so good today. Apparently those “life altering changes” haven’t taken place yet. No breakfast, Taco Bell for lunch, and McDonalds for dinner. Eww. Let’s all repeat the cliche- a failure to plan is a plan to fail. I still hadn’t gone grocery shopping and other than a pack of phyllo dough (don’t ask) and one cheesestick, my fridge was completely empty.

I had great intentions of spending a little bit of time on the trampoline tonight. But, those intentions were donated to the “build a longer road to hell” project. Grocery shopping totally wore me out. Now some of you are thinking “wow she must be in bad shape to be tired from grocery shopping” Not so. I mean, I am out of shape, however, I have failed to mention the battlefield that was Safeway tonight. See, the weather folk are predicting a massive storm to come in tonight or tomorrow. Some are even saying “the mother of all storms” I, for one, think this is a complete exaggeration. It’s going to be windy, and whiteout-ey, but I don’t think we’re really going to get more than a couple feet. Nevertheless, not everyone feels the same way, evidenced by the fact that I just went grocery shopping with everyone in the Northern California region. It was ugly. There wasn’t a single banana or tortilla to be found in the store. (I wasn’t shopping for either one of those items, but there were rumblings of a mutiny concerning their absence). Entire freezer cases were empty, there was only one gallon of milk left, and I’m pretty sure I saw a soccermom auctioning off the last jar of peanut butter.  They were also completely and totally out of bottled water, which I found pretty funny because, snow is essentially water (and melting it is free!), and we really don’t have much to worry about pipes freezing. But, ah, the mob mentality and mass hysteria can be quite enjoyable to some. So, after rounding up my prey, I proceeded to wait in a mile long line that ended at the opposite end of the store, where I huddled in the egg case until it was my turn.

But, my massive undertaking paid off. My fridge is completely stocked with half the produce section and a nice little selection of yogurts. (Okay, maybe the selection is pretty limited, considering I had to practically punch some big guy in the throat to get the last few containers left. ) I officially brought home my food of the week- butternut squash. My plan for trying this new, foreign food is to try making it three ways (soup, roasted, and with cilantro pesto) Thus, requiring three of the odd looking vegetables. Which, in turn, caused the checker to look at me like I was taking this whole storm-stocking-up-thing way too far. But, c’est la vie. Unfortunately, my husband seems to think that they are rather phallic looking, and bursts into a bona fide gigglefest everytime he sees one. And if I happen to be holding it? Don’t get me started.

I also instituted yet another stage of the grand plan. I chopped up a nice salad full of veggies, and plan to have a cup before lunch and dinner. One of my goals is to always keep a big veggie salad on hand for snacking or pre-meal. It seems to take me quite awhile to register that I’m full, and so a nice starter for each meal should help. I didn’t forget breakfast either (one of my biggest setbacks) and mixed up a nice batch of pumpkin oatmeal.  I’ll have a bit of that with some of my fight-worthy yogurt and a peice of fruit. Much better than this week’s nonexistant breakfasts, or nibbling on pieces of my particleboard desk.

Bubble bath, take 2, went much better. Unfortunately, I didn’t get my water hot enough, and considering that we only get hot water for ten minutes, it was one of those one chance to get it right kidn of things.So, I only stayed in for five minutes or so. Though, this bath was uneventful, quite bubbly, and rodent free. So, a huge success. Tonight I’m adding in proper bubblebath (mango something or other) and a nice cup of herbal tea. I’m starting to get the hang of this after all. Now, if only exercise were so easy… or relaxing…