Organic… Here I Come!

 My daughter, yes, the one who is driving, wrote her most exhaustive term paper this year on America’s Obesity.  I proofread it for her and was shocked at the statistics and the sad food facts about us Americans.  I was secretly thankful she did not ask me for a personal interview for the paper.  I mean, first hand interviews are legit and all, but still.  Not something I want on my resume.

About a month ago we went on a hike out in the cactus infested wilderness with friends of ours and the gal talked about all the same information for the entire hike… plus more.  Don’t get me wrong, the information was interesting and I was indeed interested.  She referred me to a book which I found at the local library (my second home)  and have read and re-read it several times now… well, at least parts of it.  The Weight Loss Cure “They” Don’t Want You to Know About by Trudeau, no, not the Canadian Prime Minister.  It’s a conspiracy theory in all reality…. and quite engaging.

Because of the paper and the book, my daughter, yes, the one who is driving, decided with me to go organic and do some cleanses… long overdue cleanses.  Never done in my lifetime cleanses.  And drink tea… special teas from Trader Joe’s that I can’t pronounce the names of.  I don’t like tea that much and I am now reminded why… they taste similar to wet cardboard mixed with weeds.  But I’m drinking them and feeling so cleansed.  My gallbladder has never felt so free.  I do enjoy chai, but of course, it’s not on the list to cleanse any clogged organs.

That inner cry for Oreos and Cheetos will hopefully be suppressed by tea and organic peanut butter….. what inner cry, you ask?  Just you watch:

We will keep you posted on our organic journey as we breathe deeply, jump on the trampoline, walk, sing, dance and cleanse.  That noise?  That’s my pancreas singing with glee.

Accountability Group Mtg. #3

There’s good news and bad news.  Which do you want first???  I always want the bad first, so I can end on a good note.  So here’s the skinny:

Pounds lost this week:  -1      Total lost in 2009:  7.8.  

Yes, that was a minus… meaning a gain of 1 pound.  And the good news is…. I didn’t follow the diet plan at all this week and only gained a single pound.  We had company this week and ate out several times… all eating opportunities trying to usurp my past week’s victory.  I even ate Pasta Weezie at Carrabba’s… goodness, that is my absolute favorite… with fettuccine noodles, mushrooms, grilled shrimp and a creamy white Parmesan sauce.  That’s a four pound gain, just talking about it.  Fortunately, I ate only half of it and brought it home for Larisa.  She was the winner who found it in the back of the vegetable bin in the fridge.

Anyway, I’m back on track and look forward to a loss of poundage next week.  Is anyone out there trying to lose in 2009 too????

Pre-Computer Life…

OK, how in the wide world did we survive before computers????  (Mine are still down…. grrrrr.)   Seems our hard drive gave up the ghost.  I couldn’t renew library books or movies…. and the movies are $2 per DAY for each day late.  We had eight of them….. that’s $16 per day, for those who are mathily challenged.  Thankfully I was on top of that one!  Then, glory be, there were F-I-V-E inserts full of $365 worth of coupons in today’s paper…. but can I label them without my Coupon Sense site???? NO!  And where are eggs on sale?  Rick bought me a dozen, but accidentally threw them on the floor in front of the fridge instead of putting them in the fridge.  I’m so lost without my electronic friends.

Anyway, we are still breathing and surviving without internet access.  Hey, wait!  Doesn’t the PSP go online???  I could at least find information…  I’m off to steal my son’s PSP.  No more Madden ’08.  It’s Coupon Sense, baby.

Aaaaand,  along with the majority of North American citizens… Rick and I started an “eat healthier” plan on Jan. 1st.  Well, I did, anyway.  He joined, by his own will power, on Jan. 3rd at 8:00 a.m., albeit half-hearted. I think he went off the plan on Jan. 3rd at 4:30 p.m., but the jury is still out on that one.  He started again this morning… and was off by 1:30 p.m.  He ate some pasta with cheese sauce that was not on the plan…. he told me the pasta looked like chicken.  See what I’m dealing with here?  A blind man.  We did consume some all-beef dogs without the buns, but Rick had to keep his bun on his plate to make it appear that there was more food at his disposal.  I think I’m a nervous, emotional eater.  He’s definitely a visual eater.  We distracted him and removed it eventually…. so it wouldn’t start looking like chicken.  Keeve, our 10 year old, confiscated the bun and put a churro inside.  (Those are deep-fried dough sticks covered with cinnamon and sugar.)  The first ever churro dog.  (Disgusting.)

Churros

So, YOU, my dear readers are my new accountability group.  I’ll post my weekly losses here for you all to analyze and scrutinize and envy.  The first week’s always a good one with bloated water loss…. please stand by for my Thursday posts.  Intimate details will be posted for the entire universe to view at their discretion.  Pray!