I am really looking forward to this long weekend with some much-needed time with some of my favorite girls. I am hoping that all of my crazy thoughts from last week and earlier this week are gone and that I can enjoy my bachelorette party! We have an event-filled weekend planned and I hope that I am able to keep up in my old age!
Tomorrow morning I fly into Chicago and after getting settled, a bunch of us are headed out to Ravinia for a Michael Franti and G Love concert!
Friday morning J and I hope to fit in a quick run and then 6 of us are headed to the Cubs game. Afterwards, we have dinner at one of my favorite restaurants- Café Bar-Ba-Reeba. Between the beer at the game and the sangria at dinner, I’m pretty sure we will be well liquored up for whatever we are doing that night (I am not privy to the plans).
Saturday plans are up in the air. Beach day? Pool day? Watching hot pro volleyball players? Who knows. Then Saturday night it will be another night of drinking.
Boy is my liver going to hurt after this coming weekend. Needless to say, I am going to try to eat somewhat healthy during the day and not worry about all of the WW points the drinks that I am going to consume will be. I will only be having one bachelorette party and I want to live it up without remorse!*
*Of course Monday I will have to hit the gym EXTRA hard, but it will all be worth it!!
8.25.2009
Crazy town, population 1
Wow. Yesterday I downward-spiraled into Crazy town, population 1. At times I thought that I was going to throw up, at times I had to seriously resist the urge to cry, and had yet another headache. Irrational thoughts swirled through my head all day. I barely got any work done.
After being talked off the ledge by three girl friends and you guys, I’m MUCH better today. Thank you for all of your kind comments. I spoke to CP about all of my irrational thoughts last night. Because they were irrational thoughts, it was hard to actually explain what was going on in my mind!! I even told him that I knew that they were irrational thoughts, that I didn’t know where they were coming from, and that I have no idea how to get rid of them. One of my friends suggested wine (which we all know makes everything better!) so I had two glasses with dinner. Annnd then CP and I ended up retiring to the bedroom early. :-) He said that he loved me a bit less when I was crazy, but loves me more now that I am normal. Ha ha.
J thinks that I had an anxiety attack b/c of my stomach pain, headache, jitters, irrational thoughts, etc. (she gets them sometimes herself). If it’s true it’s juuuuust what I need in the last 5 weeks leading up to the wedding! The only upside? I would lose a bunch of weight b/c not only did I run during lunch, but went home to do No More Trouble Zones and wasn’t hungry all day long. I had too much excess energy and thought that exercise would be a good way to get rid of it. I jokingly said to CP that I would lose a bunch of weight and he said that I would- and that I would also lose a 200 pound fiancé! Jerk. ;-) I think that I will take the fiancé over losing crazy weight.
Anyway, I am weird. I hope that you had a much better day than I did yesterday! :-)
After being talked off the ledge by three girl friends and you guys, I’m MUCH better today. Thank you for all of your kind comments. I spoke to CP about all of my irrational thoughts last night. Because they were irrational thoughts, it was hard to actually explain what was going on in my mind!! I even told him that I knew that they were irrational thoughts, that I didn’t know where they were coming from, and that I have no idea how to get rid of them. One of my friends suggested wine (which we all know makes everything better!) so I had two glasses with dinner. Annnd then CP and I ended up retiring to the bedroom early. :-) He said that he loved me a bit less when I was crazy, but loves me more now that I am normal. Ha ha.
J thinks that I had an anxiety attack b/c of my stomach pain, headache, jitters, irrational thoughts, etc. (she gets them sometimes herself). If it’s true it’s juuuuust what I need in the last 5 weeks leading up to the wedding! The only upside? I would lose a bunch of weight b/c not only did I run during lunch, but went home to do No More Trouble Zones and wasn’t hungry all day long. I had too much excess energy and thought that exercise would be a good way to get rid of it. I jokingly said to CP that I would lose a bunch of weight and he said that I would- and that I would also lose a 200 pound fiancé! Jerk. ;-) I think that I will take the fiancé over losing crazy weight.
Anyway, I am weird. I hope that you had a much better day than I did yesterday! :-)
8.24.2009
Still psycho
I had a perfectly lovely weekend without CP. I was able to work out Friday after work, Saturday morning, and Sunday morning. I ate healthy things and cooked a bunch of fantastic dishes. I ran errands and didn’t really think about the wedding. It was nice and relaxing and I didn’t worry even once about not talking to CP while he was at his bachelor party. He did text me “still alive” on Saturday night which was nice to know.
I chalk up my freak-out last week to hormones. Hormones and conversations that shouldn’t be had while a woman is hormoned up. Hormoned up- a new expression?
I was feeling great yesterday when CP got home. The Weight Watchers scale said that I was down another 2.8 pounds (over the course of two weeks) on Thursday, I went shopping on Saturday and felt skinny (especially after a buying a size 12 pant—for the first time in 4 years!!), and the house was clean. But after he came home and told me that they had gone to a strip club Saturday night, my stomach dropped. He said that the strip club was “by the book.” I’m not sure exactly what that means, but I think that it was his way of telling me nothing out of the ordinary happened.
I trust him, so I moved on. However, my heart could not. The confidence that I had wearing my new shirt and thinking that I looked skinny(er) was shattered. The woman (women?) that grinded on him Sat night? Are skinnier than me. No strip club would have a size 12/14 out on the floor. They were naked and grinding on MY fiancé.
Even though I put on my new sex(ier) pajamas last night (finally! A step up from oversized t-shirts from sports events 9+ years ago!) , CP was too tired from his festivities and barely noticed. Even if something would have happened, would he have been thinking about one of the strippers?
Aren’t these thoughts awful? Even in the past, I have never let a boyfriend’s trip to the strip club affect me so much. As women I don’t think that we want to be “that woman” that doesn’t allow her boyfriend/fiancé/husband to go to the strip club. We allow it, but don’t necessarily like the idea.
This morning I couldn’t stop thinking about it, emailing with three of my friends during work and worrying about it so much that I thought that I was going to get physically ill. I am a little better after my lunch time run, but I could probably still cry if I allowed myself to think about it.
Is our upcoming wedding turning me into a psycho? Not necessarily a Bridezilla but a crazy person?? I am no longer hormoned-up so I don’t have an excuse for these thoughts. What the f is wrong with me?????
I chalk up my freak-out last week to hormones. Hormones and conversations that shouldn’t be had while a woman is hormoned up. Hormoned up- a new expression?
I was feeling great yesterday when CP got home. The Weight Watchers scale said that I was down another 2.8 pounds (over the course of two weeks) on Thursday, I went shopping on Saturday and felt skinny (especially after a buying a size 12 pant—for the first time in 4 years!!), and the house was clean. But after he came home and told me that they had gone to a strip club Saturday night, my stomach dropped. He said that the strip club was “by the book.” I’m not sure exactly what that means, but I think that it was his way of telling me nothing out of the ordinary happened.
I trust him, so I moved on. However, my heart could not. The confidence that I had wearing my new shirt and thinking that I looked skinny(er) was shattered. The woman (women?) that grinded on him Sat night? Are skinnier than me. No strip club would have a size 12/14 out on the floor. They were naked and grinding on MY fiancé.
Even though I put on my new sex(ier) pajamas last night (finally! A step up from oversized t-shirts from sports events 9+ years ago!) , CP was too tired from his festivities and barely noticed. Even if something would have happened, would he have been thinking about one of the strippers?
Aren’t these thoughts awful? Even in the past, I have never let a boyfriend’s trip to the strip club affect me so much. As women I don’t think that we want to be “that woman” that doesn’t allow her boyfriend/fiancé/husband to go to the strip club. We allow it, but don’t necessarily like the idea.
This morning I couldn’t stop thinking about it, emailing with three of my friends during work and worrying about it so much that I thought that I was going to get physically ill. I am a little better after my lunch time run, but I could probably still cry if I allowed myself to think about it.
Is our upcoming wedding turning me into a psycho? Not necessarily a Bridezilla but a crazy person?? I am no longer hormoned-up so I don’t have an excuse for these thoughts. What the f is wrong with me?????
8.21.2009
Whip It Up Week #8
I almost forgot about Whip It Up this week! But fear not, I came home tonight and thought that I would throw a little something together from weightwatchers.com. I had a lot of zucchini in the house, so I made Zucchini Fries!
Ingredients:
4 sprays olive oil cooking spray
1 tsp Italian seasoning
1 1/2 tbsp all-purpose flour
3/4 tsp table salt
3/4 cup dried bread crumbs, panko-variety suggested
2 medium zucchini, about 7-inches each, cut into 4 chunks, then each chunk halved
2 large egg whites, whipped until frothy
Directions:
Preheat oven to 425F. Coat a baking sheet with cooking spray. In a small bowl, mix together Italian seasoning, flour and salt. Place bread crumbs in another small bowl.
Dredge a zucchini fry in flour mixture and then dip into egg whites; dredge in bread crumbs. Place coated zucchini on prepared baking sheet and repeat with remaining ingredients; liberally coat with cooking spray.
Roast, turning once, until desired crispness, about 12 minutes. Yields about 8 fries per serving (2 WW points per serving).
NOTES: I could have sworn that we had panko or bread crumbs in our house, but when I got home, I couldn't find any. Doh! But don't fear, I ended up crushing croutons that we had in the house and used them instead of panko. Because the croutons were herb-flavored, I decided to leave out the Italian seasoning.
I ran out of croutons and didn't crush them as much as I would have liked, or else I think that the "bread topping" would be more uniform. But still, YUM!!!Difficulty level: Easy and it only takes minutes to prepare!!
Taste: Holy crap these were good. For something that is so low in calories, you would think that you were eating something unhealthy. CP wasn't around to taste-test these babies, but I am pretty sure that he would be all over these!
Would I make it again: Most definitely. I felt as if I was eating tasty fried goodness. But when I was done with them, I didn't have any guilt!! This dish is highly recommended!!
The sweetness of love
Yesterday the GAP gift card and the grocery bag I won in Lacey's contest came! I can't wait to go shopping this weekend. :-) Thanks again lady!! And if you are not reading her blog, clicky-clicky on the link people!!
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Yesterday my coworker and I met a wonderful old woman. We had to stop by her house and immediately, you could tell that she was a welcoming, but lonely person. Our visit was supposed to be all business, but the conversation always lead to her personal stories.
Anyway, this woman’s husband died about a year and a half ago. They were married 66 years and she still talked about her husband as if he was still alive. She was proud of his paintings throughout the house, the work that he did on the house all by himself, his tenor voice, and their overall life together.
At one point she was telling us the story of her husband becoming ill. Because he was still joking around that day, she had no idea that he was as sick as he was. In the early morning hours of the day her husband died, she had to help him to the bathroom. After getting him back into bed, she said, “I love you.” Right back to her he said, “I love you more.”
Those were the last words that she heard from her husband as when she woke up the next morning, he had passed. As she told us this story, I almost started crying. The story had nothing to do with the work that we were there for, but it was such a sweet story.
First off, I think that it is touching that those were his last words to her. What a cute thing to say after 66 years of marriage. After his death, I guess her children found some sort of sign that says “I love you more” on it so that she could put it up at her house. You always hear stories of how couples or families get in fights, one person dies, and then the other is left with the guilt of the last conversation being a fight. But not with this couple.
Secondly, with my impending marriage, I find stories like these heartening. Movies and tv shows like to portray people getting bored of their spouse after a few years of marriage and yet you can find people that have been married for so long and still love to be together. While CP and I will probably not make it 66 years together considering that both of us are early 30s, we will hopefully have a long and happy marriage.
Maybe the sweetness of the love between this woman and her deceased husband is not coming through in my telling of the story. Maybe you had to be there. But yesterday, I spent the rest of the day feeling bad for the woman and her grief but also happy that she was able to have such an amazing relationship.
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Yesterday my coworker and I met a wonderful old woman. We had to stop by her house and immediately, you could tell that she was a welcoming, but lonely person. Our visit was supposed to be all business, but the conversation always lead to her personal stories.
Anyway, this woman’s husband died about a year and a half ago. They were married 66 years and she still talked about her husband as if he was still alive. She was proud of his paintings throughout the house, the work that he did on the house all by himself, his tenor voice, and their overall life together.
At one point she was telling us the story of her husband becoming ill. Because he was still joking around that day, she had no idea that he was as sick as he was. In the early morning hours of the day her husband died, she had to help him to the bathroom. After getting him back into bed, she said, “I love you.” Right back to her he said, “I love you more.”
Those were the last words that she heard from her husband as when she woke up the next morning, he had passed. As she told us this story, I almost started crying. The story had nothing to do with the work that we were there for, but it was such a sweet story.
First off, I think that it is touching that those were his last words to her. What a cute thing to say after 66 years of marriage. After his death, I guess her children found some sort of sign that says “I love you more” on it so that she could put it up at her house. You always hear stories of how couples or families get in fights, one person dies, and then the other is left with the guilt of the last conversation being a fight. But not with this couple.
Secondly, with my impending marriage, I find stories like these heartening. Movies and tv shows like to portray people getting bored of their spouse after a few years of marriage and yet you can find people that have been married for so long and still love to be together. While CP and I will probably not make it 66 years together considering that both of us are early 30s, we will hopefully have a long and happy marriage.
Maybe the sweetness of the love between this woman and her deceased husband is not coming through in my telling of the story. Maybe you had to be there. But yesterday, I spent the rest of the day feeling bad for the woman and her grief but also happy that she was able to have such an amazing relationship.
8.20.2009
Stupid crazy thoughts
I won't see CP again until Sunday. I got mad at him last night after getting home from the hair dresser. I casually mentioned that this was his bachelor party weekend and she then proceeded to tell me all of the horror stories of her friends.* As I listened to the stories I was totally confident that CP wouldn’t do any of those things. But when I got home to tell him about our conversation and tell him what my hair dresser’s rule is going to be for her soon-to-be-fiance-currently-boyfriend’s bachelor party (which is, don’t do anything that you wouldn’t want have done to me by a stranger)? He didn’t want to talk about it and got mad that I thought we would have to have that conversation. I thought that I was covering the bases JUST IN CASE.
But he is right. We shouldn’t need to have the conversation. I totally trust him, but sometimes I get the crazies. Doesn’t everyone? Especially during that time on the month? I don’t even think that he is going to encounter strippers this weekend. And even if he did, I can’t imagine that any of his friends (including some of his mutual friends) would let anything weird go down. But I still think the crazy thoughts. I think that my hair dresser, while I love her and all, shouldn’t have told me those stories. Placing images in my brain of things that have happened to her friends? Bad idea.
Then later I asked him about talking to him this weekend. He said that he wouldn't be calling at all b/c that is "the point" of a bach party. I mentioned that he has at least two people that have kids, and depending on who else shows up, most of the guys are married. You mean to tell me that not one of the guys is going to call home all weekend???? What a stupid "rule." So I was mad at him last night, still mad at him this morning and will probably be in a bad mood all weekend. And if he feels bad and calls? I'm probably not going to answer b/c I am totally immature. Man I suck.
*Something called Girls Wet or Wet Girls? They do their little "show" and then if anyone is interested, guys can pay $40 to get a blow job. Lovely. Another story? A stripper that grabs a nickel from the groom's mouth with her woo-haa. While that might seem funny, it sounds like a great way to get an STD.
But he is right. We shouldn’t need to have the conversation. I totally trust him, but sometimes I get the crazies. Doesn’t everyone? Especially during that time on the month? I don’t even think that he is going to encounter strippers this weekend. And even if he did, I can’t imagine that any of his friends (including some of his mutual friends) would let anything weird go down. But I still think the crazy thoughts. I think that my hair dresser, while I love her and all, shouldn’t have told me those stories. Placing images in my brain of things that have happened to her friends? Bad idea.
Then later I asked him about talking to him this weekend. He said that he wouldn't be calling at all b/c that is "the point" of a bach party. I mentioned that he has at least two people that have kids, and depending on who else shows up, most of the guys are married. You mean to tell me that not one of the guys is going to call home all weekend???? What a stupid "rule." So I was mad at him last night, still mad at him this morning and will probably be in a bad mood all weekend. And if he feels bad and calls? I'm probably not going to answer b/c I am totally immature. Man I suck.
*Something called Girls Wet or Wet Girls? They do their little "show" and then if anyone is interested, guys can pay $40 to get a blow job. Lovely. Another story? A stripper that grabs a nickel from the groom's mouth with her woo-haa. While that might seem funny, it sounds like a great way to get an STD.
8.19.2009
What would you do?
This coming weekend is CP’s bachelor party. The festivities begin by some of the guys going to the Patriots game on Thursday night. From there, the guys will take CP up to a house in Maine that they rented for the weekend. I don’t recognize the name of the town/city so it might be kind of rural? I can’t ask CP where it is as it is all a surprise!
The guys will spend the weekend doing manly stuff….drinking a lot, probably smoking some cigars (ewww), and who knows what other activities they will come up with.
I don’t want to be the nagging, annoying fiancé that calls every day, but it’s an odd day when CP and I don’t at least get to say hi to each other. Do I leave him alone all weekend to be with his boys? Do I just send text messages? Do I wait for him to call me? I know that I will be calling him during my bachelorette party weekend (the following weekend!) so to me it’s not like it is a fiancé-free weekend. It's not like I want to talk for hours on the phone, but just a quick hi, how are things going, maybe ask a wedding-related question, etc.
Thoughts?
The guys will spend the weekend doing manly stuff….drinking a lot, probably smoking some cigars (ewww), and who knows what other activities they will come up with.
I don’t want to be the nagging, annoying fiancé that calls every day, but it’s an odd day when CP and I don’t at least get to say hi to each other. Do I leave him alone all weekend to be with his boys? Do I just send text messages? Do I wait for him to call me? I know that I will be calling him during my bachelorette party weekend (the following weekend!) so to me it’s not like it is a fiancé-free weekend. It's not like I want to talk for hours on the phone, but just a quick hi, how are things going, maybe ask a wedding-related question, etc.
Thoughts?
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