BFFs 4Ever

It's no surprise to anyone who knows me to hear that The Boop and I have had a few ups and downs.  I know, I know, inconceivable!!  But, it's true.

The Boop met me, and for him it was love at first sight.  I didn't know who he was for months later.  We went to school together, and he chased me around for years.  I told him, its not going to happen, kid, move along.  We developed a friendship.  He helped me FINALLY move out of the home I was sharing with my boyfriend, in a completely unhealthy relationship.  And within a few weeks, he moved in with me.  It just happened.  A complete whirlwind.  Less than 2 years later we were married. 

Awww, what a wonderful love story <3 xoxox <3   Riiiiiiight.   The Boop and I did nothing but work for 2 years.  The same 2 years we lived together and got married.  We had 6 jobs between us.  In fact, our wedding was the most time we had actually spent together.  We knew each other, but we didn't KNOW each other.  Then, he moved, and I lived alone for the majority of our marriage. A lot of the time, I thought I had made a mistake.  I was doing fine, and having fun without him.  And, we agreed on nothing.  But, I got married.  You don't just walk away from a marriage.  So, I moved to Baltimore. 

FF to present day:   He is a pain in my fucking ass.  He eats constantly.  I'm over here couponing in the ghetto grocery store, and he just keeps eating.  He farts.  It's bad.  He smells like Arthur Kill landfill on a hot summer day.  He takes his socks off anywhere and everywhere.  I find them under the couch, in the couch, behind the front door, in the bed, next to the toilet.  He leaves his shavings in the sink, and lets his nails fly wherever they desire when he clips them.  Do you know how much stepping on a rogue nail clipping hurts?  Its right up there with a lego.   And don't even get me started with how the man sleeps.  I haven't had a single night of uninterrupted sleep since we moved in together.    

And with all of that, I miss him.  I'm sitting here, eating breakfast, and I miss him.  He is, was, and always will be my best friend.  He makes me laugh like crazy.  He scratches my back til I fall asleep. He cooks for me (chicken parm, always.  It's the only thing he can do). He does all the laundry.  He has no qualms about picking up tampons at the grocery store, and doesn't freak out if I leave on in the toilet (don't pretend like you've never done that).   He could care less if I shave my legs or not, and doesn't care what kind of underwear I'm rocking.  He's my best friend, and I think I might just love him. 

30 Days

....that's what I'm giving myself.   It's my small term goal, and I started this 30 days today. 

I figured out my login to MFP, and I did 20min yoga workout from an app I have.  After the 20min, I realized how much I missed yoga, and did another 30min workout.  50min of yoga total. 

So, while I was in the shower, I decided to give myself 30 days.   30 days of MFP tracking and yoga.  I'm going to really try to motivate myself to start walking, at least 3x week, 45min each time.  The Boop and I are already doing No Spend til March, so with all that free time I'll have when I'm not out shopping or partying on the town, this should be relatively easy.  Should be.

I'm a little worried about my time in NJ.  I try to bring my food, but it's impossible to bring 6 days worth of premade food, and have it stay good.  But, I've eaten out healthy before, I can do it now.  Hell, I lost 45lbs in 4months before.   I'd love to do that again, but 4months is too big for me.  30 days. 

30 days.   This is my goal.  And when I complete these 30 days, I'll work on another 30 days. 

Baby Got Back

I had thought that moving to Baltimore would kick my body transformation in high gear.  I would be walking everywhere, doing a work study at a yoga studio, and climbing 60 stairs, daily.  Well, I often have big dreams, with small results.   And in this case, by small results, I mean epic fucking failure.  

I have been walking everywhere, when I leave the house.  I haven't been anywhere near a yoga studio.  I discovered pork roll in a grocery store, and got way too excited about a delicious piece of home, found where it couldnt be found.  And, I also discovered old bay chicken wings.   And then, I split my favorite jeans. 

Initially I justified it saying that my ass is just too awesome for my old navy jeans; they couldn't handle it, and after a few years of service, they tapped out.  Then I got my head out of the fridge, and realized, I just split my fucking pants.  I have never, ever had that happen in my life.  Even at my heaviest of 240lbs I didnt split pants.   So, I hopped on the scale to assess the mass level of my awesomeness.   In the 7 weeks that I have lived here, I have gained 15lbs.  

15 pounds.  That's 2.14lbs a week!!  No wonder Im so goddamned tired! 

So, today I had an english muffin and grapefruit for breakfast, with some peanut butter.  We're having salmon for dinner.  I'm trying to figure out my login to MyFitnessPal.   I'm going to yoga today.   I've got 5 different yoga apps, one is going to get this ass back in gear.   Wish me luck!

Size Matters

One thing that I can't stop being amused by is how everything that happens in Baltimore is the BIGGEST THING EVER.  Seriously, it's ridiculous.

I was driving home from NJ on Wednesday, and as soon as I entered MD, I was greeted by the all too familiar rain/snow/sleet/mush mess.  Well, familiar to ME.   Every friggin MD plate slammed on the brakes when that first flake hit their windshield.   20mph.   20mph across 4 lanes on 95 for 68 miles.   All I could do was laugh.  The amount of white knuckled steering wheels on the road was mind blowing.

SO, the weather forecast for Saturday was snow.  As usual, BH & I turn on the 5 o'clock news.  We were assaulted by media paranoia.  STAY OFF THE ROADS, PLOWS ARE PREPARING, LIMIT TRAVEL, WINTERSTORMWATCH, and the best....ready....."we're not expecting it to be as severe as Wednesday's storm, but PREPARE YOURSELVES."  Wait, what?  Severe? Storm? Wednesday? What?!?! You're screaming on TV like the world is going to end, sending every 78yo to the grocery to cane fight over the last loaf of Wonder, but its not going to be as bad as the rain we had the other day? BIGGEST STORM EVER

New Years Eve.  Commercials and hype for weeks.  INNER HARBOR FIREWORKS SPECTACULAR EXTRAVAGANZA.  Live music, food trucks, and fireworks.  And, since the Orioles have such a great team (they won a world series in 1983) they're sponsoring the show, and there will be special orange fireworks!  

So, we go down to Fells, get a window table at a bar on the harbor, and get comfy.  I. LOVE. FIREWORKS.  I'm giddy with anticipation.  BOOM! OMG THEY'RE STARTING.   Why?  Why Baltimore?  WHy must you build me up just to let me down? I have seen better fireworks at the Patriots Stadium in July.   BIGGEST FIREWORKS SHOW EVER!!!  (oh, and BTW, not a single orange firework)

I cant tell if this trend is serious, or not, but it sure is damn funny.