The Cookie's Calling

A Pinterest find.

I had a bit of a wake-up call on my recent ramped-up journey to fit.  It was that temptation thing again.  A few co-workers decided to join my Crossfit class Thursday.  We didn't have the Miss trainer that day.  It just so happened the Mister showed up....with a plotting smile.  He worked the hell out of us.  So much so I was feeling the aches start that same night!  Oh but it was good. 

Friday came along and I walked into the office to donuts, empanadas, and cookies.  WTH!?!  One of the ladies from the workout came up to me and said, 'Now we did all that grunting and sweating yesterday only to walk in here to temptation!'  I agreed with her and we all laughed about this.  Needless to say they all treated themselves to a donut.  Not me. Not because I was stronger.  No...I just don't like donuts.  The one thing that did surprise me was the temptation of store-bought cookies.  Store-bought!  Where did that come from?  I don't know but there they sat on the corner of the microwave just calling my name. 

All day those evil little things sat there taunting me.  I was surprised at my bodies reaction to them.  I really, really wanted one.  Everyone kept saying, 'Sometimes you gotta give in to temptation' or 'One won't hurt you.' Well, they hadn't been steadily killing it in the gym for two weeks either!  My feelings were so hurt each time I passed them up.  I told myself that I would feel better when the day ended and I never took one.  I even sent an emergency email to a friend asking her to give me reasons why I didn't want or need that cookie.  She came through in no time.  Of course that didn't take away the temptation.

Five o'clock came and I proudly marched out of the office without ever touching one.  It was so much harder than I would have expected.  Store-bought cookies. Really?  I scoff at them most times because I am so into from scratch baking.  How could they have been such a temptation?  I have got to do better than that!

Well, it's back to the grind tomorrow and I have packed my lunch box with foods that should act as a defense against any wrinky-dink sugary temptations the office presents.  I can do this!

Have a good night.

"Discipline is remembering what you want." ~David Campbell

Blissful Ignorance

Blissful ignorance.  Is there such a thing?  I think so.  At least I believe it when I'm referring to my weekend discovery.  Yes, once again I've gone and stuck my head where it shouldn't be.  I probably would've been better off mentally had I not learned what I did today.

As y'all know, I've been doing the workouts at work.  They are hard but I feel rewarded each time I make it through the entire workout without stopping.  I don't know that you've noticed but I never actually used the name of the program.  That's simply because I didn't know what it was.  I was just going because I heard it was a kick-butt workout and I needed someone to push me harder and give me new technique.  Well Friday afternoon, a coworker asked me about it.  She came up and said, 'So, how are you liking Cross Fit?' I told her it was hella hard but I was really enjoying it.  She said if I did an afternoon class she might be joining me.  I was all for it since I was planning on trying the late one anyway.  After she left, I pulled up the company wellness site to view the program but got busy with work.  I tucked the name in the back of my mind and told myself to research it later at home.  When I got home I mentioned to my husband that someone wanted to go with me in the afternoon and I told him I finally learned the name of the program. He nodded absently and continued with his homework.

I didn't think about it again until today.  My husband asked me if I was still sore and I said of course.  He then dropped some knowledge on me that I really wished he hadn't.  After we talked the day before, he googled Cross Fit and learned what it was about.  He took it upon himself to tell me all about it.  Folks, I'm confident about most things but hard working out is not one of them.  I went online to check it out myself and lo and behold he was right. Cross Fit is no walk in the park.  It is a strength and conditioning brand that combines weightlifting, sprinting, gymnastics, powerlifting, kettlebell training, plyometrics, rowing, and medicine ball training.  There are some great before and after shots but they had to work their butts off to get there.  Now don't get me wrong, I work hard but I just figured it was harder because I was just out of shape.  After watching some video, I decided this program will not be getting any easier.  Sure the endurance and strength will come but with it comes more intensity and seems like there will be no easy glide at any point.

Now, remember that nervousness I had before the 1st day?  It's back.  I gotta start all over again with the positive affirmations and 'never quit' attitude. 

We hit the trail today and I found myself wishing and hoping we would take the easy route.  No such luck.  The husband says if I'm nervous about the program being hard, I need to work that much harder at home to be able to keep up with everyone else.  I know he's right but damned If I'm going to say it.  Our workout this evening was hard for me.  We did some sprinting and I was sure I wouldn't make it.  Add to that I had to potty but it was at least a mile away.  I held it and was just desperate enough that once we made it to that point, I got over my disgust of public restrooms and handled my business.  The way back was so much better and I stepped it up a bit.  Funny how an empty bladder makes things look a bit easier! 

I'm so happy to be home now and clean.  I spent an extra minute or two savoring the shower as it washed the tired and the icky of public potty off me (I know it's all in my head but...ewww!).  Now it's time for me to work on getting my head back in the game and face whatever the trainer has planned tomorrow. Wish me luck!

Squat and Toss Misery

In case I've never said it, I love my husband.  Right now his company couldn't be more appreciated.
He is caring, sharing, loving and funny.  Well...sometimes he doesn't know it but I laugh at him anyway.  *shrug*  Funny or not, he rescued me from sure misery today.  That's probably being a bit dramatic but I don't care.  I felt it coming on.  You see the workout this morning included tossing a 12lb ball high against the wall and catching it in a squat making sure your butt touched another ball just behind you.  Add to that the alternate move of picking up sandbags high overhead and slamming them to the floor.  The goal was to continuously do this for 20 minutes completing 150 of each.  Upon completion we were to do the regular 50/50 of push ups and sit ups.  I only managed about 75 of the toss and squats, and maybe 80 of the lift and throws things.  Don't even get me started on the sit ups and push ups.  I stopped counting at 10 on the sit ups and maybe 15 on the push ups.  I gave up and went to shower.  Everyone congratulated me on getting this far.  I think they all expected me to not show up.  They just don't know about me and my prove you wrong ego.

Ginger Juice. Yum!

After all that gym foolishness, I came home and whined my way to a back, shoulder, leg and butt rub.  Before you get your thoughts all dirty, there was nothing sexy about it. My underused (and little known) muscles properly introduced themselves today and they were not quiet about it.  The husband said he was proud of me and volunteered (VOLUNTEERED!!!) to give me the rub-down.  He really is not a fan of massage so this was a treat and a half.  I'm sure he was only doing it to get me to stop carrying on like I was dying.  He even took the time to make me a treat because I didn't really have an appetite for the dinner I prepared.  It was a nice glass of ginger juice.  That hit the spot and the complaints sorta just...went away.  Spoiled?  Maybe a little.

So I lie here waiting for sleep and thanking my God that I have someone that has sense enough to give me what I want when I need it....even if it's just to keep me from whining.

Rowing and Two Shoes

Mix-matched shoes and a bundle of nerves.

I made a commitment to a coworker last week and this morning I stuck to it.  I promised her that I would show up to work at 6:15am for the hour long workout everyone keeps saying is killer but fabulous.  She's about 100 lbs and is a runner.  I'm far from 100 in the alleged wrong direction and I'm walking to boot!  Well, she heard I've been dedicated to moving while on breaks and lunches and asked if I wanted to join her.  Being my normal grab 'em by the horns self, I immediately said yes.  I was feeling pretty good about it too.  She said we'd get started first thing Tuesday morning since Monday was a holiday.

Monday came and I was still confident that I had made a good decision.  Then Monday night when I was getting my things together (workout clothes, shoes, lunch, etc) I  started to have doubts.  I know, I know.  Try as I might, I can't always shake the boogers.  So anyway, I was having doubts thinking I might not be able to hang and everyone there would probably be military fit (as that's how they train for the job) and would be looking cross eyed at me for ruining their picture perfect fitness machine group.  I worried so much that I tossed and turned all night.  At about 3:30am my husband asked me if I was asleep.  I said yes.  He said I couldn't be because I wasn't snoring and I answered him with no hint of drowsy.  Man, his English is getting so much better!  He knew I was worried and pulled me close telling me not to worry and it was normal to be nervous about trying something harder.  I felt better.

My alarm sounded at 5:15am.  I rose and got dressed and was out with the reluctant puppies in no time. Cold temps makes my fur-babies find a drop spot very quickly.  I had a quick breakfast and was on the road by 6.  I arrived at 6:20 but my buddy was nowhere to be found.  The receptionist lady said to just go to the gym.  I was this close to throwing in the towel and excusing my way back to the car.  Luckily (I think) another lady from the class happened to be passing and took me under her muscular wing.  I walked in that place and immediately felt the doubt come soaring back.  I swear everyone in that class must have been troopers.  Buzz cuts, fit bodies and shorts.  This was not good...not good at all.  Then they all start pulling these machines from the wall.  I didn't even know what the things were! Surely I was in the wrong class.  My muscular mama showed me how to set up and encouraged me to do the best I could.  She was so nice!

I gave the drill instructor (OK, the trainer) my waiver and told him it was my first time. He explained the morning group was the more advanced class (Crap!).  To which I asked, 'So....should I not be here or try another class?'  He said, 'No, you will stay and do the best you can.'  That shut my mouth and before you knew it I was rowing, lunging and sitting up with the rest (best) of them.  My buddy showed up 10 minutes late and took a spot next to me.  We did OK.  We made it through the entire class without once stopping.  Sure our intensity was half that of everyone else's but we kept going.  I had a blast.  Question is, will I feel the same way tomorrow?  Lol. 

We showered and changed and it was then that I realized just how nervous I was the night before.  I packed two different shoes.  Needless to say I was wearing sneakers with my business casual outfit.  Thank goodness I chose slacks instead of a skirt!  I'm back tomorrow morning for more.  No rowing but I'm sure it will be just as taxing.  Here's to trying hard things and coming out feeling better for it!

Quote of the Day: “If at first you do succeed, try something harder”

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

No...I'm not holding back a problem situation.

It's 9:30 p.m. on a Sunday night.  It's been a good day and I thank God for it.  Had an all day date with the husband that began with breakfast in bed, an early movie (Joyful Noise), a nice walk in the park and then watching football and a movie. 

Now I'm sitting here browsing Pinterest for interesting things.  I just looked over to see my Sofie sleeping in her crate on her favorite wool blanket.  It always stirs up this little feeling inside to see them sleeping so peacefully.  I know...it's a dog.  But is this the same feeling parents get with sleeping kids?  Just wondering. 

Hope you had a good weekend and have a good night!

Carrot Talk

I mentioned earlier that the husband and I were trying to go through our carrots before they started to show signs of fridge age.  We are done!  I'm happy to say it was a nice little adventure.  Here are a few of shots from our creativity.

    

This is my husband's creation.  Doesn't look like it would be all that great but I can assure you it was.  It's pureed raw carrots with vinegar, oil, salt and pepper.  He always serves it with fresh onion and tomato.  In this one he added sardines on top.  I let him have the sardines.

I used the leftover for my lunch along with roasted chicken and veggies.  The bottle has carrot/grapefruit/ginger juice.



Not to be outdone, I found a box of Jiffy Oatmeal muffin mix in the pantry.  Now folks, I don't care to use a mix for baking and this just happened to be a try at easy once upon a time.  It didn't make the cut with the original contents.  I decided to add grated carrots, nuts, cranberries, wheat germ and coconut.  They turned out pretty darned good!  So, go on ahead and get yourself a $.75 box of mix and toss in some things for a just-like-scratch muffin. 

I went a step further and made soup for lunch.  OK...so I forgot to do a lunch the night before and had 10 minutes to throw something together before work.  I ended up with a ceramic mug,a pureed carrot, a 1/4 cup of leftover canned pumpkin, half a chicken bouillon cube, onion and garlic powder, red pepper flakes and olive oil and water.  When I got to work, I just put it all in the mug and popped it in the microwave. It smelled awesome and was delicious!  No one believed it was a last minute idea.  Needless to say, I had the ladies there asking me to post a recipe on the community board. 

I used our final carrot in a stuffed pepper for dinner.  I don't usually follow a recipe which is why I don't post them but I will try my best on this one because I used this recipe as a guide.

I had to use substitutions because I didn't exactly have all the ingredients the recipe called for.

This was the result.  The husband added baked fish and attieke.  I think it was a nice marriage between the two dishes.

Quinoa Stuffed Peppers

Ingredients:

1/2 medium onion, finely chopped
1 T olive oil
1 rib celery, finely chopped
1/2 T ground cumin
1 tsp. garlic powder
1/2 (10 oz) pkg frozen chopped spinach, thawed and squeezed dry.
1 C fresh tomatoes, chopped or (15 oz canned, reserving liquid)
1 1/2 C beans (I used black and chickpeas)
1/2 C quinoa
1 large carrot, grated
1 C water
3/4 C reduced fat cheese (I used leftover cheddar and mozzarella)
salt and pepper to taste
2 red or orange bell peppers , halved and ribs removed.

Heat oil in saucepan over med heat. Add onion and celery and cook until soft. Add cumin and garlic. Stir in spinach and tomatoes.

Stir in beans, quinoa, carrots and water. Bring to a boil and cover. Reduce heat and simmer about 20 minutes or until quinoa is tender. Stir in 1/2 of cheese. Add salt and pepper to taste.

To bake:
Preheat oven to 350. Pour liquid from tomatoes in baking dish. I opted for leftover spaghetti sauce since I used fresh tomatoes instead of canned.

Fill each pepper with mixture and place in baking dish. Cover with foil and bake 1 hour. Uncover and sprinkle each pepper with remaining cheese. Bake 15 minutes more until tops of stuffing is browned. Let stand before serving. Drizzles each with pan juices before serving.

This should be the end of the carrot talk.  It was a nice run.  Hope you enjoyed the pictures!




The Agony of Starting Over

I am living proof that stopping something just because you didn't feel like it is a huge mistake.  A few months back I use to use my breaks (at my old job) as mini workouts.  I had started taking the stairs and running up and down them.  RUNNING!!  Well, after the lay-off, I just stopped.  Not because I lacked stairs.  As a matter of fact here is a perfectly good three story flight right outside my door.  I just didn't feel like it.  In other words, I was being lazy.
As you all know, there are consequences to lazy.  I want to talk about the consequences of starting up a stair workout again.  Starting up again not only reminds you that your fitness level is lower; it also reminds you that you must suffer the pain all over again.  You know the one I'm talking about.  The one where you stopped looking ahead as you climbed the stairs because you fear that you've only made it to the 2nd floor.  You had several more flights to go because you didn't want to call yourself a quitter.  The one where it hurt just to think about sitting down or standing up.  The one where you cursed yourself for also vowing to drink more water because it meant constant trips to the 2nd floor bathroom. The bathroom without a handicap stall containing railings to hold on to as you try to find the least painful way to sit down. Men have it so easy! 

Folks, that is where I was (am) today.  But I won't let it keep me down.  Even with the thigh and calf muscle soreness, I went back did another mini workout on my lunch break.  No stairs, but I did a nice brisk walk around the track.  It helped limber up the muscles enough that they didn't ache as much when I went back in.

So my advice to you if you are thinking of 'taking a break from working out' is don't give in.  Just don't.  It's totally not worth it.

Quote of the Day: "The pain of disipline is far less than the pain of regret"

A Carrot A Day

A week or two ago I bought a new bag of carrots.  Now keep in mind, we always buy the large bag because they keep so well. Anyway, while putting away my purchases, I realized there was already an unopened bag in the crispier.  Grrr!  I hate to double buy.  So, the husband and I have been eating carrots in most every lunch and dinner.  Here are just a couple of my creative lunches.

 Pasta with pureed tomatoes, ground turkey, broccoli and carrots.  Pretty tasty. 

This is a cold salad lunch of vinaigrette, quinoa, tomatoes, cucumbers, green onions, avocado and carrots. 

We've also had dinners of roasted carrots with potatoes and chicken, pureed carrot soup with grilled cheese, and several salads with carrot ribbons.  I once said my husband loved carrots more than I did but it seems with this fortunate mistaken purchase, I am once again learning to appreciate the wonderful flavor (and benefit) of carrots.

Quote of the Day:  “That would be cool if you could eat a good food with a bad food and the good food would cover for the bad food when it got to your stomach. Like you could eat a carrot with an onion ring and they would travel down to your stomach, then they would get there, and the carrot would say, It's cool, he's with me.” ~Mitch Hedberg

Consequences of Lazy

'If death were a person, everyone would avoid him!' says my husband.  This comment came after a short discussion on people who drink after having been told it will harm them or people who eat things that will harm them, etc.  He said he didn't think people understood the consequences until they nearly drank or ate their way into an early grave.  He's one of those people that can truly follow a routine and never deviate from it. He's not tempted by much. 

I came away from this conversation thinking I need to work harder at avoiding things that I know aren't doing me any good. With the New Year I was reviewing my last year's improvements and taking notes on where I've fallen short. And folks, I'm ashamed to say I fell short in may areas. Towards the end of the year, I got lazy. I think it had a lot to do with the job loss and then trying to adjust to starting something new. Turns out things like that wiggle it's way up to life priority without one even knowing it.


Because of these events and others like them, I've become lazy with working out and mediocre with eating. The thing is, I know what will happen when I let these get out of control. We all do. But somehow I hit a dumb spot somewhere in there. I had one eye on my slightly tighter waistband and the other eye on the sweets. So many cookies, candy and whatever else fell in my lap. The trips to the gym were spotty at best. All the while my mind kept saying, 'You know you need to do better so why not start now?' I made myself promises before I lay down but would let myself down come daybreak. I saw things that I knew were bad for me and went for them anyway thinking I just couldn't resist them at that point in time.

Keeping all that in mind, as I was listening to Joyce I felt like it was a sign that maybe I should finally pick up my lazy thinking and stop believing I can't do without some things.  She relayed a story that I found funny yet eye opening.  I found the text for the teaching from this site:

"YOU’D BE SURPRISED HOW MUCH YOU CAN CONTROL YOURSELF IF YOU REALLY REALIZE THAT EVERY ACTION BRINGS A CONSEQUENCE. YOU SAY, “WELL, SISTER JOYCE, I CAN’T HELP IT, I HAVE TO EAT CHOCOLATE EVERY DAY.” “I CAN’T HELP IT. I’VE GOT TO HAVE ICE CREAM. I JUST…. I JUST…. I JUST CAN’T CONTROL MYSELF. I JUST CAN’T CONTROL MYSELF.” OKAY, WELL, LET’S JUST TELL A STORY. HOW MANY OF YOU LIKE ICE CREAM? ALRIGHT. GOT YOUR ATTENTION, DIDN’T I? YOU MIGHT SAY, “JOYCE, I DON’T LIKE ICE CREAM, I LOVE ICE CREAM AND THAT IS REALLY MY WEAKNESS.” WELL, I LIKE ICE CREAM. IF I WAS GOING TO EAT A DESSERT OR WHEN I DO EAT ONE, I REALLY LIKE ICE CREAM WITH CHOCOLATE SAUCE ON IT.


YOU SAY, “JOYCE, I JUST CANNOT SAY NO TO ICE CREAM” AND I SAY TO YOU “YES, YOU CAN” AND YOU SAY “NO, I CAN’T, I LOVE IT TOO MUCH” AND I SAY “YES, YOU CAN AND I’M GONNA PROVE TO YOU THAT YOU CAN SAY NO TO ICE CREAM OR TO ANYTHING ELSE THAT YOU NEED TO SAY NO TO.” ONE OF THE THINGS WE HAVE TO STOP DOING IS MAKING EXCUSES. “I JUST CAN’T DO THAT.” YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU WANT TO. IMAGINE YOURSELF INSIDE THE LARGEST ICE CREAM PARLOR IN THE WORLD. THEY HAVE EVERY CONCEIVABLE FLAVOR YOU CAN IMAGINE. MORE THAN YOUR HIGHEST FANTASY. THIS SISTER OVER HERE IS WITH ME, I’LL TELL YOU THAT. SHE SOUNDS LIKE SHE’S ABOUT TO FALL OUT IN THE FLESH OVER HERE. I LIKE THAT STUFF WHERE THEY PUT IT ON THE SLAB AND THEN PUT STUFF IN IT. MMM! THE CLERK BEHIND THE COUNTER SAYS TO YOU, “WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE? NAME IT, I’LL MAKE IT.” SO YOU TELL HIM AND HE MAKES YOU THE LARGEST, CREAMIEST ICE CREAM DELIGHT YOU’VE EVER SEEN.

HE HANDS IT TO YOU ALONG WITH A BIG SPOON. NOW HERE’S MY QUESTION: CAN YOU PUT DOWN THAT ICE CREAM? AND YOU SAY: NO! OKAY, LET’S ADD SOMETHING ELSE TO THE STORY: AS YOU’RE ABOUT TO HEAP A SPOONFUL INTO YOUR MOUTH, YOU HEAR A CLICK BEHIND YOUR HEAD, YOU FEEL A COLD METAL OBJECT TOUCH YOUR HEAD AND OUT OF THE CORNER OF YOUR LEFT EYE YOU CATCH A GLIMPSE OF A LARGE, HAIRY HAND HOLDING A GUN TO YOUR TEMPLE AND A DEEP VOICE SAYS: IF YOU EAT THAT ICE CREAM, I’M GOING TO BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF. NOW COULD I ASK YOU ONE MORE TIME: CAN YOU PUT DOWN THAT ICE CREAM? (Yes!) CONSEQUENCES. CONSEQUENCES."

My husband and Joyce were indeed speaking to my laziness.   I see the consequences of lazy sneaking up on me in the form of tighter clothes and more huffing after three flights of stairs.  I will do better.  I have to.  I have a 'fat' gun at my temple telling me I'll suffer a miserable fate if I don't drop the lazy.  

The $46 Gas Stop

Three cent cost me $46. I should have known better than to put off for tomorrow what I could have done today. That was my thought as I stood there in the cold, waiting beside the gas pump, work clothes, thin sweater, wet head….waiting on Pop-A-Lock to make their way to me.

Let me back it up so you can get the full picture. Yesterday on the way home from work, I decided I was too lazy to stop and get gas. The quarter tank was plenty to get me home. ‘Maybe I’ll go later when traffic has died down,’ I thought to myself. I got home and the husband had dinner cooking, the dogs P&P’d and my favorite lounge clothes all laid out and washed. He said since I had such a long, busy weekend and was sick and still went back to work while trying to recuperate, he was trying to make my evening easier. I was so thankful that I gave in to it and lay down to rest before dinner. All thoughts of going out (or even telling him I needed gas) went away with the stress of the day. It was a good night.

Fast forward to this morning. Still feeling groggy when the 5am alarm went off. No peep from the puppies so I lay back down. The hubs was awake and we had our ‘snuggle’ time (bad breath and all) and then he up and made me a good breakfast. Yeah…I’m spoiled. Before I knew it 7am was on me and I was due to be out the door. Of course I waited until this morning to get my lunch together. That took a few minutes away from me. I was leaving the house by 7:15 (way too late for a Thursday). I had just hit the first school crossing when I realized I was at less than a quarter tank. No way that was going to get me there. There was a gas station right there but unleaded was $3.15. I’m the frugal sort so I remembered I still had a Walmart gift card with money on it and I could save three cents/gallon. It was further away but it shouldn’t take that much time. I could make it. I kept going and finally hit Walmart and quickly jumped out to pump. Took me less than 3 minutes. I went to get back in and see the lock is lower than it should be. I check and of course it’s locked. Keys in the ignition, lights still on, phone in the car. Dang it!

The clerk said maybe I would be lucky because tow trucks and cabs get gas there early and they can always pop a lock. I was not so lucky. She called Pop-A-Lock and after a ridiculous amount of time telling them where we were located, they said it would take 30 minutes to get there. I used her phone to call my work phone because I couldn’t remember anyone else’s number. Good thing the policy is to pick up the phone when that person is not there. Told my co-worker I would be late due to laziness. She said, ‘Huh?’ I had to explain. Forty-six bucks and 45 minutes later, I made it to work. Still got a good parking space though!

Had I not put off fueling up yesterday, I wouldn’t have been in such a hurry. Had I not been so cheap, I would have just stopped where I was and not been in a rush. So many ‘Had I’s….’

Either way, it was a good day. Looking at the positive, I had the money to pay so I wasn’t stressing as much as I would have thought.   Also since I'm in the habit of allowing a 30 minute window for the commute, I was only about 15 minutes late.  So the day started up then went down.   I figure that means the day can only get better!

New Year Post-not Rundown

I stayed in bed all day on New Year's Eve, trying to make myself better for the party I was to attend that night.  I made the party and rang in the New Year with good friends and my husband.  I had one dose of Dayquil, ate one rumball, had one sip of wine and a hot dog.  I was home asleep by 1am.

New Year's Day I woke to a super flat tire.  Husband put on the spare and we ended up having to purchase a $68 new one.  After it was changed, I rushed home to shower and change to meet with my husband's friends that made it into town the night before.  They were nice and I fell in love with the Four Seasons hotel. The visit was rushed as we were due at the in-laws for the Ivorian New Year celebration later that afternoon.  We made it to that event and lasted about 5 hours before my husband took pity on my sick self.  I got home and promptly spent the rest of the evening in bed.

January 2nd, I kept an lunch date with my good friend T against my sick better judgement.  I enjoyed her company but was not as animated as usual so I'm not at all sure she enjoyed herself as much as she hoped.  I came home and spent the rest of the day in bed.

That's the rundown on my excuse for not posting any happy, happy, joy, joy, New Year's resolution, why I'm so fly stories.  I was sick.  Really....

Happy New Year!