lifeblogging

WW (Weight Watchers and Waffle-less Wimpers)

Do you miss me? I miss you too. Life has been crazy. Did you know that insurance has a busy season? Cuz it does apparently. Apparently everything goes haywire in January and again in July. I haven’t been posting much because I started a new adventure. I started Weight Watchers. I started it a little over a month ago and it is going well, down 7 lbs but I haven’t mastered fully enjoying what I am eating yet. I believe that enjoying what you are eating is the diet mecca that everyone wants to get to. That place where you can look at a pile of baby carrots and think “what a good snack” instead of “at least these are the same color as Doritos”. I’m still in my first stage of food grieving, “denial”. I keep thinking there must be a healthy option at In N Out or Mexican food isn’t that bad for me. I can see myself slowly creeping up to “bargaining”. I’ll tell barbecue man that I’ll take a walk if we get something sweet and then I conveniently get too busy with my ice cream to walk. (more…)

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South Your Mouth has been making my mouth water

So this isn’t a food or a life blog really. This is just me being excited and wanting to share things with you. I just wanted to drop a line to say how much I have been enjoying another blog. The other day I bumped into the blog South Your Mouth, and I have been addicted ever since. The blog is written by a sassy southern lady named Mandy Rivers. (more…)

Ballpark Garlic Fries (No sports required)

It’s now baseball season and my mom has a running joke when I attend baseball games (which isn’t very often) where she asks “what did you eat?” instead of “how was the game?”. When I was a little tyke, my dad would take me to Colorado Rockies games (we lived in Denver at the time), in an attempt to culture me in sports. It never really stuck. I was not a very athletic kid (still not an athletic adult) and didn’t really have too much of an interest in watching other people in matching outfits run around in the dirt. My father would take me to these baseball games and when I would get home my mother would ask me “how was the game?” and I would tell her “I ate a hot dog, I got a foam finger, I ate some dip n dots” and she would just laugh and say “did you watch the game or eat the game?”. I ate the game. (more…)