The quest for happy imperfection…

So it started snowing again today, which isn’t surprising. It’s Tahoe, it’s winter, snow happens. But I’m always amazed by the number of locals who freak out. It’s hilarious. I mean, we’re only supposed to get, at most, a foot overnight. At most. And yet people are acting like we’re getting hit by a world-ending storm. “Oh man, I’m going straight home tonight! Be really really careful! We’re getting a foot!” I mean, I’m careful driving in the snow, but I’m not scared or uncomfortable. It’s a deterent, because I hate being cold and brushign off my car. But short of full on whiteout, like, can’t see the hood of my car whiteout (which, I’ve been there. Not cool), I’m not going to let it keep me from doing the things I need or want to do.  On top of that, the same coworkers who refuse to leave the driveway in a flurry, still rib me for being a flatlander, because I’ve only been here a year to their 15+. Which is especially funny because I spent my first Tahoe winter on Echo Summit, where we get three feet per each foot at lake level, and I’m way more comfortable in snow than they are. What can I say, we’re an odd breed up here. (By the way, you’re considered a local by most when you’ve lived here for a continuous 6 month period, including one winter. Your prize? A “Keep Tahoe Blue” bumper sticker. Granted, those aren’t nearly as popular since the TRPA’s draconian policies nearly cost us our town, but we’ll discuss crazy local politics at a different time)

I did get to celebrate another loss today, I’m down to 191 baby! I have fleeting hopes of being in the 180s by Feb, but I don’t want to push it too hard or get my hopes up too high.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get to the gym today. We went to “family dinner night” back up on the summit and that took most of the night. I actually found myself missing my gym time. Crazy. But, I’m getting back into the mentality where gym time is me time. And I like that.

Food today was good, but nothing was great. I had some more breakfast scramble for breakfast with a banana. At lunch, I went over to the hospital and had pasta and peas with mushrooms. The pasta was pretty good, it had a nice thick meat sauce to it. The mushrooms looked like they came from a can (canned fungus… eew. ) and so I picked around them. Unfortunately, my peas were actually small pebbles masquerading as peas. So I passed on those as well. I finished off with another tiny littl epiece of the banana bread. It’s just so good. Probably some of the best banana bread I’ve ever had. Dinner wasn’t too bad. I had two slices of french bread with butter, which wasn’t so hot. But I had about two cups of spinach salad with a great balsamic vinaigrette on it. We also had an all-organic homemade veggie lasagna. It was okay, but meh. The noodles were whole wheat and it tasted healthy, I think that says it all.

I was pretty good about getting in a lot of water today. It was good, it helped me feel full and awake, and I can see how it can help with weightloss. Because I was running laps to pee! I am most certainly a member of the PC club. (That’s the pee-clear club, for those fortunate enough to avoid the backpacking trips I’ve been on.) I also nixed the diet soda with lunch after our lovely shrinking goddess connected it to munchies. Sure enough, I wasn’t dying to eat my desk or anything on it. So, looks like my diet soda days are numbered.

Didn’t get my bath in last night. DH was home and we both fell asleep on the couch watching something stupid on TV. Yep, we’re hopeless romantics.