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T Minus 10

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Yep, I’m totally going there in less than 10 days. If any midgets dwarfslittle people are reading this, I’ll take you with me in my bags but you’ll have to pay the extra baggage check charge, capiche? Hey, I gotta try and save a little money somehow. Didn’t you just hear me say I’m going to Hawaii in 10 days? I kind of blew all my dough. We may be surviving on food stuffs we find at Sam’s Club while we’re in Hawaii (apparently there’s a Wal-Mart AND a Sam’s Club less than a mile from our resort. Score!)

So yeah. Hawaii is beginning to consume my every thought. As in, I think about what I’ll need to pack, but won’t actually do any packing until the night before. (we’re rebels like that. Some call us procrastinators, I say we live on the edge.) I also think about how pasty-pale white I am and how I’m in desperate need of a base tan before we go but then I remember how I swore off tanning beds after I got married since my skin is like a breeding ground for little black and brown moles. And freckles. Then I think about how I was going to get swim-suit ready with daily workouts and a restricted diet but then I remember that my knees started hurting me for the first time ever about 2 1/2 weeks into my new routine and rather than find exercises that weren’t so hard on my knees, I decided sitting and laying down were my best options. Not at the same time though, of course. That’s just crazy talk! Sometimes I would sit. Sometimes I would lay down. But most of all, I just avoided walking, running, jumping, and standing. I also decided that restricted diets weren’t much fun so for dinner last night we had Hamburger Helper and a bottle of merlot. (What? Don’t give me that look! Surely we’re not the only people who drink wine with their out-of-a-box dinner? If you haven’t tried it, you’re definitely missing out. It’s like pairing caviar with moon pies. A delicacy that I believe was started by the Beverly Hillbillies. Or I could be just making that up.)

Anyway, we’re going to Hawaii and frankly that’s all I care to talk about for the next few days. Let’s not discuss my work-trip to North Carolina last week where debauchery had me up until the wee hours of the morning on our last night in town. Or how I had my face licked by a drummer in a teen band. Or how much I love Long Island Iced Teas (yes, that’s “teas” multiple). Or how I ruined my no-smoking streak (I had a good six month run). Or how I came home Saturday morning and slept until dinner time, completely missing our dinner date with Jen and Aaron (thank goodness the date was at their house so we just showed up an hour late. They had no choice. There was nowhere to escape.)

Yeah, let’s not talk about those things. I don’t want any of you to get the wrong impression of me.

P.S. Thank you to all of you who congratulated me on my promotion! I don’t get a raise or a significant change in job responsibilities, but it was still kind of a big deal to me. So thanks!

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Heh.

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And on a completely unrelated note, I got promoted today. Squee!

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Let’s say you are walking through the airport and spot an elderly man who looks strangely familiar. Within moments a proverbial lightbulb appears over your head as you realize who it is he resembles. You think with complete conviction, “Yes! That’s him! That’s got to be him!”

Then it takes you another moment or two to recall that the man you think he is, isn’t really a man at all. In fact, he’s not even human.

Today, I could have sworn I saw Waldorf (pictured left).

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And it took me a second before I realized that it couldn’t have been Waldorf because Waldorf is a muppet and muppets don’t sit in airports wearing bermuda shorts and talking on a cell phone.

Or do they?

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I have my first real doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Don’t worry, nothing is wrong (well, that I know of).  I’ve just wanted a general physician on record for regular check-ups and to have someone at-the-ready when something eventually DOES go wrong. The last time I had my own doctor (gynos don’t count) was my pediatrician. And I think the last time I saw him was junior year of high school when I briefly considered trying out for the school basketball team and needed to show proof of having had a recent physical. Silly public schools and all their rules.

I’m not exactly sure what to expect so I set my unsuspecting husband up with a new doctor in the same building and purposefully scheduled his initial appointment a few days prior to mine. I had hoped they would run blood tests and do a complete body check to make sure everything was normal – inside and out. I’m guessing they don’t do full body MRIs on every new patient, huh? I’m especially interested in knowing our cholesterol levels since it’s something that hasn’t been looked at before. And though I know they won’t do this, I want them to somehow take a look at my arteries and let me know if I have any plaque build up (Yes, I know I ‘m only in my mid-twenties, but I like pizza and cheeseburgers.) I have a bunch of random questions I’ll probably throw out there, just to see what she says. Like, why does the bottom of my right big toe hurt when I wear heels? Or, does this mole look cancerous to you? What about this one? And this one? And this one? And how about this one on my butt? Wait, let me pull my pants down so you can see it better.

What I’d really like to know is why it’s so damn hard for me to lose weight. I’d love to blame it on my thyroid or an incredibly slow and maybe even dead metabolism, but I have a feeling she’s going to tell me my love affair with cheese, chocolate, and carbs is at fault, in which case, I may just need a second opionion. But not before she gives me my lollipop for visiting. Doctor’s still give out lollipops right? Or has Hollywood pulled another fast one on me? Eh, I’ll just bring one from home, just in case. One can never have too many lollipops.

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Every day I think, “I should blog.” And every day I fail to do so because things distract me. I’ve even logged into my account before, stared at the blank space on the screen and then somehow found myself on Twitter or Facebook or Google Reader before I knew what had happened. Maybe I have blogging ADD? Is there such a thing?

I feel like we have so much, yet so little going on right now. Our trip to Hawaii is less than a month away, we’ve already started a new backyard project, and I’ve been tending to all the “little things” like getting us signed up with a family doctor and having the electrical part of my car responsible for operating the sideview mirrors replaced (it’s been out for about six months). All exciting stuff, I know, but it’s stuff that responsible adults are supposed to do and I’m attempting to be a responsible adult.

Anyway, our Easter was quite the snoozer. With no family in town to visit, we slept in, went to 10:30 church service, went in search of proper Easter candy: Cadbury creme eggs and Reese’s PB eggs (by the third store, we found a stash of Cadbury eggs but never could find a Reese’s egg), went to IHOP for brunch, then came home and watched Slumdog Millionaire and Say Anything (hubby had only seen the infamous John Cusack with stereo scene before). We spent about 15 minutes on our backyard project before I deemed the weather too cold to be outside and came in to fix dinner – pasta with spicy red sauce and wine. I’ve spent the last hour and a half doing work stuff and playing on Facebook while my hubs practices Spanish using Rosetta Stone. (He’s getting  a tad frustrated and shouting into the computer microphone. It’s sort of funny. I almost don’t want to tell him he’s pronouncing “esta” improperly which is why the program won’t let him progress to the next session.)

Hope ya’ll had a very happy Easter!

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Today was Day 14 of my 30 Day Shred project. And since I have nothing more exciting to talk about, this is all you get.

Day 14 means I’m on Day 4 of Level 2. Which means I’ve been doing things like squat thrusts and plank jacks and gargling my heart. (Seriously, Jillian say she wants me “gargling my heart” by the time I’m done with the oblique twists. She’s definitely trying to kill me.)

The negatives: pain, sore muscles, multiple showers, pain, hard on knees, hard on wrists, sweat, and more pain.

The positives: more energy, 3 lbs lost, increased strength, decreased inches. How many decreased inches? Well I took my measurements on 3/31 and again on 4/4. In 5 days I lost 2 inches in my waist, one inch in my bust, and 3/4 of an inch in my arm, thigh, and hips. IN FIVE DAYS. I probably lost a little more than that since I started the program, but because it took me a few days before I could actually find a soft measuring tape, I don’t have official beginning measurements.

Now a word of caution if you’re considering this: be careful with your knees. Level 2 is especially hard on your knees. I don’t have knee problems, but I might by the time the 30 days are up. But as long as I have a nice set of well-defined abs, no one will be looking at my knees anyway. Right? Right.

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