Two Down, Five To Go

Happy Tuesday, Peeps! Day 3 of 7 day challenge.  I almost caved and stayed home last night; I was so tired. Mondays are usually a no go for me when it comes to working out. The gym is crowded, my energy levels are low, insert whatever excuse, bla bla bla.

Despite my lazy arsed excuses, I got my butt in the car and drove to the gym.  I bargained with myself – could I commit to a minimum of 30 minutes on the treadmill?  Let’s start there and if I felt like doing more after that, great.  If not, take the hall pass and head home.  Important thing is to get there and move.

So I compromised.  I ended up staying only 30 minutes on the treadmill, but the last 15 of those was at an uphill incline, alternating between 6, 7, 8.

Before I knew it, my workout was completed.  Tonight I will be doing Lindley’s zumba class.  Let’s be clear about this…..I’m about as graceful as a hippo in a tutu.  I can’t zumba to save my life. I look ridiculous, but I’m going to do it.

Know thyself when it comes to exercising.  For too many years, I have pushed so hard at the gym.  I got results, but I hated every last minute of it.  I also hate same ole same ole routines.  What keeps boredom at bay for me is variety and not being so hard on myself.

I have learned the hard way that I am a rebel at heart in all things.  Tell me I HAVE TO do something and guess what?  Not gonna happend.  I’ve learned that I have to change my mindset.  Instead of looking at working out as yet another obligation or chore, I decided to look at it another way.  A challenge.  Enter the 7 day workout challenge.

So there you have it.  I’m actually excited to go to the gym tonight.  Crazy, huh?  By the way, I haven’t posted my Monday weigh-ins in a while, but as of yesterday my weight is 196.6.  Sigh….Let’s see if that budges at all after this challenge.


Can I Have Rice Pudding Instead??

So peeps, day 1 of my 7 day challenge is done.  I went to the gym early this morning, banged out a good workout. I feel great!

On my way home, I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a couple ingredients.  My beloved prodigal has turned vegetarian and has been trying to recruit me. The other week we went to a vegan Punjab restaurant near his place. OMG…delicious food and super cheap.  That being said, off to IGA to attempt recreating that delicacy.

On my way into the grocery store there was a woman panhandling “a little change for something to eat please.”  I hardly ever give money.  No, it’s not because I think they are going to buy drugs or booze.  Instead, I usually buy some food for them.

Well, no good deed goes unpunished.  On my way out, I hand her an egg salad sandwich that was prepared at the store.  “Oh! Thank you so much!  I LOVE egg salad sandwiches”.  Well, great.  I did my good deed for the day.

No sooner do I start walking to my car do I hear “Miss! Miss!”. Huh? I turn around, and here she comes, racing after me, little coffee cup in hand, jingling with change.  “Uhm…yes?”.

Wait for it……girlfriend says “Can I have a rice pudding instead?”……..

WTF? Do I look like the effing I-Hop to you, sweetheart? I was speechless.  I just stood there.  All I managed to do was cock my head to one side and say “honey….”.

“Oh are you in a rush? Do you still have the receipt. It’s because I don’t know what’s in here”.

Oh really?  Let me help you out with that.  It’s an egg sandwich. There’s egg and bread.  There’s also ingredients on the label. You know what else?  It’s free. Enjoy.

Of course, I didn’t actually say that, but I thought it.  I just shook my head and walked to my car. Guess my son was right, most of these people are scammers. Takes all kinds.

Seven Day Challenge

Hola peeps and peepettes!  Happy Saint Patrick’s day to you all.  Are you partaking in any parades or imbibing any green beer today?

Welcome to the weight loss portion of this blog.  Spring is around the corner and I desperately need to do something about this growing waistline of mine.

I’ve issued myself a seven day challenge.  For the next seven days, I will be heading to the gym on a daily basis.  There’s a couple new machines I’ve learned how to use for abs and I’m so curious to see if I notice any difference at the end of the week.

Well, that’s all for now, heading to the gym. Day 1!


The Wacky World of Meetups…Again

Hey peeperoos,  I trust you all had a wonderful weekend.   Mine was good-ish.  I didn’t do much, really.

Well, that’s not entirely true.  I spent a lot of time trying to convince myself to go out and have some fun.

I’m starting to realize that I truly love being alone.  I need to start embracing that and being ok with it instead of forcing myself to go out with people I don’t really give a rat’s ass about.

Remember that silly Meetup group story from a couple weeks back?  When will I learn? I had signed up for two more outings, one of which took place on Friday evening.

Come to the best mardi gras party!  We had so much fun last year! It’s simply the best!

It really wasn’t.  Not even close.  It took place at a local bar that hosts cover tune bands. Ugh…I so loathe that type of music.  I think the lead singer/guitar playing was ?trying? to impersonate Stevie Ray Vaughn’s costume style.  He just looked like a chubby guy trying too hard.

The lady who organized this shindig thought they band was great. She thinks a lot of bands are great.  I think she wouldn’t know good music if it slapped her in the face. This band was mediocre at best.

The place was so crowded, but not in the way you’d think.  It was mostly people my age and older, awkwardly dancing and drinking too much and wobbling all over the place. It was dreadful.

I wish I wasn’t like this, but I can’t help it.  I know what I like and what I don’t. My hat goes off to her for taking the time to organize these outings, but not every band is worth going to see.  My guess is she just has FOMO (fear of missing out).

She’s also not that great of a hostess. Sure, she remembers everyone’s name, but after she has collected her $2 Meetup fee, it’s really hard to have a conversation with her. She always seems elsewhere and her eye roams the room constantly.  You’ll be in the middle of a strained conversation with her and she will leap up and run to a band member.  Ageing groupie syndrome.

There’s a part 2 to this post, but I’ve got to run.  Today, the company that bought us out will be at the office.  Need to get this day started.



Horrible Monday Part 2

Ok seriously, I’m getting paranoid now.  What the hell is going on with Monday?  Why are you out to get me first day of the work week? I never say anything bad about you or complain on a Sunday night.   I’m starting to understand why the Mammas and the Pappas wrote a song about you.

Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
A-you can find me cryin´ all of the time

First I got a migraine that was threatening to be so bad that I had to turn all the lights off in my office. It’s a good thing my office mate is on vacation, that would have been awkward – two grown women sitting in the dark.

Then I got an email from my landlady saying that she did not receive the e-transfer for the rent. Well, that’s weird. I received an email that she accepted the transfer.  Hhhm…

So, a lot of back and forth with her and I must have spent about two hours on hold with the bank collectively before someone was finally able to help me.

It would appear that my landlady’s email account had been hacked and someone intercepted the message and now they are a couple hundred dollars richer.  Sigh…

Now I have to wait 10 business days before my bank reimburses me and then I can pay her.

She was decent about it, so at least there is that.

How was your Monday?





Good morning, all.  Well, here we are again, another Monday.  I’d be lying if I said my stomach was not in knots this morning.

Last week was a doozie and I was not very productive. Hopefully all will be calm and I will be left to do what I need to do, uninterrupted.

Still no word from my prodigal since our falling out last Thursday.  It’s not entirely unusual as his girlfriend usually spends Friday-Monday at his place.

He seems to really like this girl, I hope he doesn’t screw things up.  I don’t mean to be harsh, but he has a habit of self sabotaging when things are going well.

I did not do much this weekend, I was so exhausted and my apartment needed a good cleaning from top to bottom. I was feeling a little down yesterday and called my mom.

Mistake. It kills me how she has a different set of rules for me.  She is always telling my prodigal “think of yourself first” but for me it’s usually “don’t say anything, just let it go.” Then there’s time her advice would be “if you’re not feeling good, just whistle”, and she’d proceed to start whistling….

What kind of bird brained advice is this?  It’s times like this that I totally understand my father’s frustration with her. He wasn’t always very nice to her.

This week I’m going to kick myself in the butt and spend some time at the gym.  Stress tends to make me very sleepy and tired.  All I’ve done this past week is pass out on the sofa after work. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Have a great day, all.

And Then Thursday

Happy Sunday, Peeps and Peepettes.  Ok, so this is the last installment of the week of The Monday Curveball. If you aren’t in the loop, you can catch up on it here and here . by the time Thursday rolled around, my office mate and I decided pedicures after work would be a treat following the craziness of the week.

Minutes before leaving the office for the day, my beloved prodigal called me.  I could tell right away something was up.  I kept looking at the clock and couldn’t help but feel a wave of anxiety creep its way into my gut and my chest.  Why is it I can never seem to carve out some time for myself without some crisis cropping up? Our appointment was at 5:30, so I asked if I could call him back.  He sounded put off. So of course, I felt guilty for not dropping every thing and catering to his needs as though he were 5 years old.

So, I called during the pedicure. During what was supposed to be a time of relaxation and discussing things other than this stupid week with my friend. Instead, I listened to his tale of how he has been driving withing car insurance for about a year.

I couldn’t help but feel there was something he was leaving out . What happened that made him realize he had no car insurance? Apparently he got pulled over for an illegal turn A COUPLE MONTHS AGO and he did not have his insurance papers on him. The officer let him off with a warning and let him go.  Now all of a sudden he finds out he is no longer insured.

He was in a panic because he was told by the insurance broker that it is a criminal offense, his car could be impounded, he could pay heavy penalties, he’s not sure anyone else will insure him, bla bla bla. Can you see where I am going with this?  He basically played in to his fears and my son fell for it, hook line and sinker.

A little background info..his last move was on the heels of a breakup with his live-in girlfriend.  He was under a lot of stress and asked for help coordinating a couple things. One of them was to hop on to the government website to advise of his change of address. This site then applied those changes for his driver’s license, his medicare card, and anything income tax related.

Long story – his attitude was very accusatory and I said “It sound like you’re blaming me for all this”.  His answer?  “I’m ABSOLUTELY blaming you for this!”.  What?  How? Well, apparently, when he asked me over a year ago, if there was anything else I could think of that needed to be advised of his change of address, I said “no, that should be it”. To which he said “are you sure?”.

By the sounds of it, he thought that this website was some uber portal that waves a magic wand and everything and everyone gets notified. No, no, no. How does that even make any sense? I explained that to him and instead of fessing up that it was a misunderstanding, he chose to blame me.

I flipped. I said that I assumed that he had sense enough to know what this did and did not cover.  His usual retort was that nobody has ever helped him in his ENTIRE life.

Same. Old. Broken. Record. Again.

The conversation was going nowhere fast, so I said I was not listening to this and hung up.

At what point exactly do I stop being responsible for every little thing in his life?

I had the shittiest, most stressful week ever. I’m probably going to lose my job at some point. Do I really need this petty finger pointing at this point? No. I don’t.

What bothered me the most about this conversation though, was the ease in which, at 27 years of age, he reverted back to his old ways of not trusting me and accusing me of not helping him.

I have bent over backwards to help this young man his entire life. I’ve gladly sacrificed so much – my time, my social life, my money, my privacy, my living space after one of his breakups, helped with his expenses while he was in school, paid for his groceries, gas, etc. I can sleep very well at night because I know I am a good mother.

But I’ve “never taught him anything his whole life”. It’s laughable.

I’m so exhausted.  I don’t have the energy for any arguments.  I have nothing to say to him right now. He needs to learn that he cannot go off like this anymore.  It’s immature. It’s embarrassing to both of us. He’s a man now, but acted like a foolish young boy who blames his mommy every time something goes wrong.  As much as I love him, truth be told, I’ve no intention of entertaining a spoiled brat.  He’s got some ‘splaining to do.