It’s Too Damn Hot to Walk … June 24, 2014Posted by Rusty in Uncategorized.
Tags: adult children, being a bitch, carbs, children, diabetic, Diet, dieting, DMII, exercise, family, frustration, Grandchildren, houseguests, low carb, moving, plateaus, trials, tribulations, walking, weight loss
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…but I did anyway. Ninety six degrees at seven a.m. Yesterday was just as steamy, but I actually increased my distance and decreased my time by more than two minutes! I had a coffee date with my BBF (Best boy [that’s a] friend) and I got a later start than I had planned on (Procrastination much?) so I pushed myself fairly hard. I felt pretty good afterwards, and really good after my cool shower. Today I only did a little over two miles, instead of nearly 3,5 miles. I was having trouble breathing (Allergies) and my hips were hurting.
The “Coffee date” was fun. I brought over a low carb coconut cake (That is FABULOUS, btw) for them to enjoy later. (They live the low carb lifestyle, too. I wasn’t forcing low carb goodies on them.) We caught up on all the gossip, moaned and complained about other things, and laughed. I so love to laugh! I miss having girls that are friends to laugh with.
I went over to visit with my daughter in law in the evening. What an eye opener. We discussed my current adult female housemate (Clearing throat) and the not-so-nice things she has said about me. One for instance: Very shortly after she moved into our home AFTER WE INSISTED SHE COULD NOT LIVE HERE, she began throwing things away. Cleaning the kids’ room – and tossing everything in sight. My mother happens to buy the girl children very expensive, beautiful clothing, and has asked that they be passed down to the other girl children in the family, because they really are quite lovely and worthy of being passed on. Well, I got upset when I saw some of those clothes in her “Give to charity” bags. I voiced my opinion. You don’t come uninvited into someone’s home and start chucking things out, and I don’t care if you are the Queen of England, it’s NOT RIGHT. She told my DIL “She gets so upset about things, and I don’t know why. She only cares about the clothes that she bought – They were old clothes, and USED” (With disgust in her voice.) – which did not sit well with my DIL, because she buys the majority of her daughter’s clothes used, from thrift stores. Some of them still have the price tag on them, so what’s wrong with that, I ask?? This is a complete and utter mistruth, as it was not the (Ahem, NEW) clothes *I* bought for my granddaughter I was worried about, it was the clothes my mother bought. Get your facts straight before you start a-bitchin’!! Argh. I’m not so sure I even like her, but this, and other info I got, is the icing on the cake. Have fun buying your new infant clothing, because I certainly won’t be helping you with that. Neither will my mother, after she heard the above story, she also stated she would no longer be buying clothes for the children. (I told my mom what happened soon after it occurred – I did not call her last night and tattle the story.) There were other things said, too, that leads me to believe she is a rather deceptive person, and is fond of blowing smoke up people’s asses for entertainment. We’ll see how far that gets you, princess. Blow all the smoke you want, I now have my anti-smoke blower in place. Heh.
Four days until (Maybe three if they leave on Friday – I am not privy to the information, I only get bits and pieces) we get our house back, cause they are moving on out. We are so excited. We’ll whisper to each other “__Number of__ days” and have giggle fits. It’s going to be like a honeymoon for us. After 30+ years of marriage we’ll finally be living alone! It’s a damn good thing we get along. Hahaha! I asked The Hub if he had been asked to help move them out, and he said he hadn’t. I haven’t either, and said I wasn’t so sure I would volunteer my time. The Hub said “I will, if it gets them out of here faster.” Please don’t misunderstand. We love our children, with all our hearts and souls, we just don’t want to live with them any longer. We feel very taken advantage of in this particular situation. Moving a stranger into our home is not easy, especially a female stranger. I’m not such ball of fun when forced to do something I am averse to. I also don’t play well with others in my kitchen. I acknowledge, and own, that I have not made things easy for this houseguest. I didn’t want her to be here. Yep, I have been a bitch at times. My DIL said last night that my kitchen is the heart of our home, and that I spend many hours there doing what I love to do – cooking, trying new low carb recipes, even my crafting involves use of the kitchen. To be unable to utilize my own home due to someone else being in my kitchen for literally hours on end has not been a pleasant experience. I am so very, very ready to start this next, new phase of our lives. Heaven forbid they can’t make it out on their own. They won’t be welcome back, sad to say.
I’m still on that ugly plateau of weight loss. I literally cannot eat any less, as I don’t eat a whole lot as it is. I eat my required number of carbs per day (One carb serving per meal, one before bed) along with as much protein as I can manage to stuff down my gullet. I drink well over 64 ounces of water per day. I only have a diet soda once or twice a month. I am pushing myself in the exercise department, too. Why this never-ending plateau?? I’m tired of being stuck. I’m not giving up, I’m just frustrated. Any suggestions?? Could I not be eating enough?
Rant O’ the Day:
I don’t think one should spend hours on end declaring someone “Ugly” and “Fat,” especially if the declaring is being done to someone who is obese and, in my case, not so lovely to look at, either. Saying “Not fat like you, you have curves” is not an acceptable qualifier. I’m FAT. I know it, I don’t try to deny it, and I am MUCH heavier than the person you are calling fat!! Like … one of me is equal to two of her. Look, if you “Don’t want to talk about her” because “It upsets me too much,” then don’t bring up the subject. Really, you have no right to speak about her, anyway. She was before your time. She’s never “Done” anything to you. You’ve never even met her. You didn’t live the life – we all did, when she was in our lives. When those around you are trying to change the subject, and do so successfully, don’t return to the subject time and time again. Your insecurities are showing. In all their nakedness, they are showing. It’s not very flattering. Yes, NONE of us like her. None of us like to talk about her. STOP TALKING ABOUT HER!! Until the time that we become perfect, let’s not talk about those who are imperfect. Thank you. That is all.