This vacation, it was all sweated up and no where to go. I bought this inflatable beauty this winter to take on vacation and had been looking forward to spending some time bobbing around this summer. My back said, “No.”
The pain in my back decided to show up the day before we left and I had to enjoy the Colosseum vicariously. Bad timing, big disappointment. And I didn’t even get to try out the individual drink holders, one of the features that placed this model in my checkout cart despite the pricey price.
From all reports, this float is even better than the two previous floats that have since bitten the dust, hence this replacement.
The good news is that is survived the vacation and is in shape for us to use it next year. Now if that could only be said of me.
“Disappointment to a noble soul is what cold water is to burning metal; it strengthens, tempers, intensifies, but never destroys it.” ~ Eliza Tabor
The good news is that my son told me that his Mohawk is gone. I hope he got that bold statement out of his system. And speaking of gone, my two girls have gone on a two week vacation to California, but not me. I am busy preparing a presentation that will make me sweat for the next two weeks. I also have to lose 30 or so pounds in that same time frame to be able to fit into anything that looks professional for that presentation. Either that or go shopping. For a larger size. Again. As of today, I am going Atkins for a couple of weeks.
This menopause weight gaining thing is for the birds and before I go all red and purple hat lady, I would like to have a few more years in regular clothes without existing solely on salads. My daughter’s cat, the nasty and ungrateful one we are watching for the next two weeks, is salivating all over the new bluebirds that have taken residence in our backyard. She had better not stain up my freshly cleaned rug with her wishful thinking and if she doesn’t stop hissing at me soon, she might be on a diet.
I have to text a photo of the cat to my daughter as she doesn’t trust me to take care of her. Lame. I would protest loudly but I will wait until she gets back and all is well because with my luck I would make a big deal about it and then some freakish and impossible catastrophe would happen with this cat, and I would lose all credibility, weak though it is at present.
Here’s to two weeks of no carbs and a bratty cat and hoping that those are the bluebirds of weight loss outside my window.
“By the time they had diminished from 50 to 8, the other dwarves began to suspect “Hungry” ~ Gary Larson
Picked up my son from his job at the ice cream stand last night. So glad that he was able to inform us about the woes of being busy at work. Yes, he as actually tired! There were lots of people wanting to be served. One of his co-workers was snippy and bossy when things got busy and out of control. The people were mad at things taking a long time. His feet hurt and he was hungry and thirsty himself.
Can you imagine? I never!
Thank God I have my son to prepare me for what’s outside there in the world of work. To think that I have been working since I was 16 and NEVER knew that these mental and physical perils at the workplace existed. I am definitely going to be much more thankful for any downtime that I might have (I think some people some call it vacation), and I will take good care of my earnings because I worked hard for them. Yes, a whole new world opened up for someone last night.
It was almost as much hard work to hold back the words, “Why do you think the call it work?” or “What do you think your father and I do every day – lunch and shopping?”
But I did not. I listened kindly – and then took it out on my blog. I wonder if someday someone will discover that venting on a blog will save on trips to the counselor/psychologist/bar?
Maybe someday I will stop being sarcastic - when I win the lottery.
“If A equals success, then the formula is A equals X plus Y and Z, with X being work, Y play, and Z keeping your mouth shut.” ~ Albert Einstein quotes
Well, the party’s over but it’s still wearing on – on me. Yep, the fabulous meals and double desserts are now officially hanging around my middle reminding me of what a great vacation I had. My goal pants that have been hanging on my closet door since May seem to have shrunk another size.
True to form, I have moved on to the next exercise and diet phase in my unending attempt to get rid of my “baby fat” that I gained from my last child who is now 17. (Commenter Bob on my “text box” post – take note, he is not 5 nor is he staying in hotels. I take the notepads and use them thereby giving them free publicity to the places that were really nice.) This adds to my extensive collection of diet programs and exercise DVDs that I followed and then abandoned for one reason or another. I am an expert on each one, if you should ask, but not so good at the actual execution of said plan. (Am I the only one that can sit and enjoy watching someone else exercise on a DVD as a form of entertainment? Tell me that Richard Simons isn’t fun to watch.) Execution of a plan requires willpower and I have yet to be able to purchase that at a price I am willing to pay – yet. Then I watched late night television again and saw a program that said I only needed to give it ten minutes, and I thought, “I could do ten minutes.”
Now am working out to Tony Horton’s 10 minute Trainer and I have ordered the Flat Belly Diet that my daughter’s boyfriend lost 12 pounds on. He ate his required MUFAs (monosaturated fats) all through vacation and lost a pound more while on vacation with us. The only problem with all these diets and programs is that you actually have to follow them for more than 2 to 3 days, but he tells me that the Flat Belly Diet food actually tastes good. If it involves eating fats then I do hold out some hope for being able to follow it. Fats and sugares are my two favorite food groups. He even says that 1/4 cup of chocolate chips counts as a MUFA which just seems too good to be true – but it is. I haven’t gotten the book yet but the Prevention Web site has some info and that checks out. Â You have to eat a MUFA with each meal. Hmmm. That begs the question: Can you choose to eat Â 1/4 cup of chocloate chips at each meal for your MUFA or do you have to switch them up?
So, while I have this reminder of my wonderful week-long family vacation to hold on to, I will hope that doing a week’s worth of laundry, restocking groceries, and taking care of all the things that pile up over vacation will count for something. I just wish I could stop thinking about the 1/4 cup of dark chocolate chips.
â€œNo diet will remove all the fat from your body because the brain is entirely fat. Without a brain, you might look good, but all you could do is run for public office.â€ ~ George Bernard Shaw
My husband, after anxiously tracking the trip of the turducken from Lafayette, LA over the past week, saw it safely over the border into Canada where we vacation. Last night was our meal and there was no rain or bats like last year when we hosted the Sizzlinâ€™ Seventies Supper. This year our theme was â€œBirds of a Feather Should be Eaten Togetherâ€ and it went well.
My immediate family helped out, even my daughterâ€™s boyfriend, and it was practically a breeze feeding the 31 people in our party. Now I get to sit back, relax and let someone else feed us for the whole rest of the week. It is so awesome. There is the little matter of the leftovers that could serve another 31 people in our refrigerator (I guess I did make too much, Honey.) To solve that one, we will be having gravy, green beans, salad, rolls and turducken for breakfast and lunch. (That out to insure that we never order it again. Itâ€™s okay but not worth the $75 apiece.)
And speaking of awesome, my Megastation, pictured here with my sisters-in-law aboard, is amazing. It could make a lazy person out of someone with A.D.D. I plan on slathering SPF 70 on and spending the most of the day out being gently rocked and cooled by the shining lake waters. I LOVE the two built-in coolers and plan to have a Guinness or two in there on ice. The only drawback is getting in. Itâ€™s kind of difficult and you have to hang on, hoist your body up and flop it into the main cabin section. You hope no one is looking as you struggle to quickly maintain your composure and get your butt into the boat while keeping your bottoms in place at the same time. After that, you are golden.
My only complaint about the Megastation is that I had to find my own rocks for the anchor. The box it came in was so heavy I could have sworn the anchor was inside the darn thing. No such luck â€“ just a yellow plastic sack that you fill with the weight of your choice. I was contemplating turducken leftovers but then Iâ€™d have to find something else to eat for breakfast and lunch this week.
Tonight is a ham dinner hosted by my sister-in-law as we celebrate a â€œYear of Holiday Dinners with Grammaâ€ as our theme. I have to get my brother-in-law a gag gift for the Christmas portion of the dinner and I am helping stuff Easter eggs for the egg hunt too. God only knows what else we will be doing at this dinner. I guess I can break away form the Megastation long enough to help.
â€œA vacation frequently means that the family goes away for a rest, accompanied by a mother who sees that the others get it.â€ ~ Marcelene Cox