It has been a rough, long week. And I have an absolute wonderful husband. Mr. X took me to a lovely dinner to a local restaurant for a nice romantic dinner with some wine and good food.  I had this wonderfully grilled tuna, stir-fry vegetables, a baked sweet potato, rice pilaf, some bread and two glasses of a really good riesling (it is a German wine…or at least made from the type of white grape grown in the Rhine region of Germany…it is also my favorite type of wine). Dinner was coming to an end, and I saw the dessert cart.

I thought, what the hey, it has been a long time since I had cheesecake. We split the sampler that had four small samples on it. I was bad, but boy it was worth it.

Great night makes up for a rough week.

I am glad that this day is almost over. It has been one of those days. It started when I didn’t go to bed until 1:44ish and got up at 4:30 a.m. Schoolwork kept me up late and I had to design the front page today which meant getting to work no later than 6:15ish. I am tired. Just didn’t feel very good, as a result I was grumpy and mean, more  than usual.

While I did get to leave work early today, I still had a few errands to run and did the lazy thing for lunch: Grabbed some chicken nuggets at McDonalds. Don’t worry, I did much better at dinner opting for V8’s Southwest Corn soup and an open-faced grilled cheese sandwich.

I still felt blah — that was after lunch, a nap and dinner. So I thought I would read for an hour and then head over to my complex’s exercise room. Did a few exercises that my friend showed me (no, I didn’t do the burpee, but I did do the thing where you jump up and when you come down you assume the squat position…it makes things hurt too!) And I spent 15 minutes on the treadmill. It was 30 minutes of exercise.

Get this, I feel better and I don’t feel as guilty as I did earlier about my chicken nuggets and real  Coke, and the two pieces of Halloween candy.

I think I will go to bed…I will finish my reading tomorrow…after all, “tomorrow is another day.”

P.S. In case you didn’t know, that is from “Gone With The Wind.”

I don’t know if there are really 456 reasons, but I like the sound of the number and it is divisible by three. I know, I’m weird…that was established long ago my blogging friends.

Today I remembered why it is so important to eat three meals a day. This realization came to full fruition this evening when I finally ate a meal.

It all started this morning when I realized I didn’t have time to make a pot of coffee. Now at my house, coffee in the morning is an absolute must, and we generally set it up the night before and put it on a timer. We forgot to do that Sunday night. Needless to say, there was no time to make a pot when I got up and was running a bit behind schedule.  Didn’t stop to get coffee instead I opted to fix a cup at my desk or just have a cup of tea.

OK, no worries right? Wrong. My morning plan for eats consisted of making some weight-control oatmeal in my coffee cup at work. This is what I do a lot of mornings and am very grateful to the instant oatmeal people. I can do this because my coffee is in my black metal Oklahoma State University travel mug.

However, the lack of coffee in travel mug (which was sitting at home on the counter next to the coffee maker that had no coffee) put a pretty big crimp in my morning food plan. If I make a cup of coffee or a cup of tea at work, then my gray U.S. Army Special Forces coffee cup  can’t be used for oatmeal.

OK, so no oatmeal. By the time deadline is over, I realize I am pretty hunger. Luckily, I had stuck an apple in my bag for a snack. Yay, planning! So I ate my apple went to the assignment I thought was today but is really next week.

By the time I got back, I was hungry again but I had enough work to do that going out to grab a bite was not a good idea. My stomach was rumbling pretty good and I broke down and bought a bag of Veggie crisps from the vending machine. These little crisp are crackers with vegetable taste to them and have fewer fat grams than chips. I don’t remember exactly how much less, but it seemed a better choice than Cheetos.

Now that I’m not starving, I finish my work and come home. Mr. X had to work late and told me to get dinner without him. A good thing because I’m hungry…and feeling kind of tired from not getting enough to eat.

So I get dinner, and I don’t really remember eating that fast before, but it was gone quickly. And I ate more than I probably should have…as a result, I feel stuffed.

Reason No. 456 why a person should eat breakfast and lunch? If you don’t, then you will overeat at dinner.

Sorry, I know that was long-winded. It has been a long day.

And you probably won’t hear from me tomorrow…have a really busy day and evening, so I probably won’t have something again until Wednesday, sorry, I know…slacker!

Is evil. Is very evil.

We got some thinking we would be visited by little trick or treaters this weekend. We got good candy…Reese Peanut Butter Cups. Reese Pieces and Snickers. These are all some of my favorites and they are bite size so…well, you know where I am going with this.

We didn’t get any spooky visitors, sadly. And now there is a big bowl of candy sitting on the dinning room table.

Talk about challenges. I won’t lie, I did enjoy some…over the weekend, I had a total of five or six pieces..maybe eight.

Now, I am faced with what to do with the rest of it because if it stays at my house, I will eat it. 

You know the kind people at work had sooooo many tempting goodies before Halloween that I think I may have to return the  the kind gesture. 

Hope they are ready
Hahahahahahaahahahahaahahahahahahahaha

I am obviously a glutton for punishment.

Yesterday’s exercise made me hurt all over…so what do I at 8:30 p.m….I decide to do more. Yeah, I don’t know why either. But I decided to do more…I spent 10 minutes on a treadmill, 15 minutes on a bike and did three exercises with small weights. I bet I’m not walking right tomorrow.

And now, I can’t breathe!

this really better make me healthier

Did you know there are muscles in your butt that can hurt? No, I’m serious, I didn’t think my poor little bottom could hurt like this, along with every other muscle in my body!

I didn’t have an accident…though that might make a better story. No, the ol’ food junkie took a stab at exercise again. I know, what was I thinking?!

Friend from work suggested it, and I thought, what they heck, what is the worse that can happen — I didn’t think about the muscles in the rear thing at the time.

So, Saturday morning instead of sleeping in, we met up and she showed me some exercises and we worked out. When she showed me the exercises and explained things like the burpie (you jump up, then jump down into push-up position), I didn’t think they would be hard, or result in soreness. Yeah, I was really wrong.

But in about an hour, we did some burpies, some lunges, some lunges with small weights and even crunches with a heavy ball. I was worn out, sweaty and smelly…and I felt like I had accomplished something

An hour after I cleaned up, however, I felt revived and was able to get more than half of my paper done Saturday, making today a little less stressful (At 7:30 p.m., I am pretty close to turning that sucker in, usually don’t feel that way until 10, or 11 p.m. — it is due by 11:55 p.m.)

While I feel like I am going to fall to pieces, I think I am going do this again…I’m hoping eventually it won’t make me hurt.

Oh, and big thanks to my friend for volunteering to help me exercise.

So I am sitting here dressed as Dorothy…there is a conference room filled with foods that are downright frightening to a food junkie. Yeah, today is a day I am going to be bad. Tomorrow will be about redemption and getting back on task.

Now, will someone please make the Wicked Witch of the West stop giving me the evil eye…you would think I dropped a house on her sister or something.

OK, I was really excited about Halloween…but I think I’m ready for it to be over because I want the candy to go away…at least until it comes back at Christmas.

sigh, I feel like I hate candy.

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Sometimes I forget exactly how easy it is to eat right and to get simple exercise.

Today, a friend asked me to tag along on a hike near New River. Even though I was tired from working the night shift, I thought a 9 a.m. walk would be a good thing. So we went, and for an hour and half hike. She is a fast walker and a fat girl like me had to have a break half-way through, but it was  good walk. My heart rate certainly got a-goin’. It didn’t really help that I kept talking a lot…I felt sorry for my friend because I’m a talker…

Once I got home, I was hungry and wanted breakfast. Part of the conversation with my friend was about food. Surprising, right? She mentioned the McDonald Egg McMuffin and it is low cal, fat content and how that was partly because they used Canadian bacon. When I got home, I jumped in the car and headed to the grocery store. I decided that good breakfast — that was kind of light but filling — would a couple of scrambled eggs, some Canadian bacon and a slice of sourdough toast. And it was good, and I didn’t feel guilty.

Sometimes it is so simple, so obvious…I don’t understand how I missed it!

Ugh. I hate this feeling. I have a school post due in about 50 minutes. I have nothing. I don’t know where to begin or how to piece together an answer.

I’m stuck. Generally, in these situations, I eat. I know, big surprise.

Trying to be good tonight…had my Smart Pop corn and some juice…but now, I feel like prowling around the kitchen for something else.

Sigh. I just want to get my work done.