I've recently become enamored with a blog called The Pioneer Woman, by Ree Drummond. She now has a show on Food Network and the few times I've come across it I've enjoyed her style. She makes "pies" that are more like a crostata since she skips the pie plate. She recently showed a pulled pork recipe using Dr. Pepper that intrigued me. I think I'll have to try it next time Mr. K comes to town for a visit!
One of the things I like about her is her unselfconscious honesty. She is also trying to lose weight and admits to having back fat. I have back fat also. It ain't pretty but it's there. She won't wear halter tops because of it. I understand. If you have some time and want to read some amusing blogs or view some interesting recipes or simply look at some pretty pictures (she seems to be a talented photographer), then google Pioneer Woman and check it out!
I did the weigh in this morning and put that .2 lbs back on since yesterday. Damned nutty bar! They call to me from the other end of the office. When I'm hormonal that call can get really noisy and hard to ignore!
I'm in a prolonged PMS zone this month that will hopefully end soon. As much as I have enjoyed my internal bitch monologue, some of the other side effects have gotten a tad OLD. Like starving all the time. Insatiable hunger is a sucky thing to try to fight when you are trying to lose weight. This is really getting on my last nerve!
Another side effect that gets me occasionally is sleep problems. As in, I'm exhausted but can't sleep. AKA insomnia. And when I do fall asleep, I tend to wake up for no apparent reason, off and on throughout the night. I feel tired all the time lately. Yesterday I was practically zombiefied. I'm better than that today but I was amazed at how hard it was to go to sleep last night, despite my zombie state. I even had a glass of wine hoping that would help. I love wine but it tends to make me sleepy. This effect is apparently negated by my current PMS hormone levels. It was useless. Tho the wine was tasty so I guess I won't complain about that!
And then there is the increased boobage. I don't feel I need increased boobage but I get it for a short while every month. I don't appreciate it. It isn't enough for any guys to say "Whoa! Did you get a boob job?" but it is enough for my bra to feel crammed and for the boobs to feel like they are getting in my way sometimes. I can't wait till I come home each night and get rid of the bra! Bruiser doesn't care. If I can put up with his stench, he can put up with my boobs running wild under my shirt. Actually, he could give a rat's ass about my bra status. His stench on the other hand...
He is a foul, foul beastie right now! I mean BAD!! The other night I woke up because he farted so bad the stench infiltrated my dreams and poisoned them! I had to get up in the wee hours and check the carpet to see if he took a dump or something...nada. Honestly, he simply reeks without even farting. He needs a bath badly. I was too zombiefied last night to give him a bath. Plus it's too freaking cold out. I don't know if I can wait until it warms up on Saturday tho. It really is awful. Makes my room stink. I don't like living in a stinky bedroom. I don't even think he likes it. He'll still cry through the whole bathing thing like he's being tortured. He's such a drama queen!
I suppose I should stop blogging and get poised for action here at work! Yes, poised for action! My fingers hovering over the keyboard, waiting for that actionable email...or sitting, holding my pencil, waiting for a project manager to meet with me and review their bills! Pfft.
At least I get to go out for lunch today with Charles and Annette. I'm going to vote for someplace very close since it's -8 degrees outside.
