All I want for Christmas…
Well, let’s start with the absurd.
The pill that turns your poo gold. Nice and classy. What isn’t classy about gold? Check it out here…
Aside from that magnificent idea, I am a little tapped out. I adore surprises and gift buying, but I usually don’t do as well as I had thought. That’s hard when you’re married to the world’s best gift giver. The most thoughtful gifts ever, I say. I’m not usually blown away by something because it was expensive, it’s just that the gifts he gives are thoughtful and appropriate. But I think I’m mostly done. I love having the gifts to put in the stocking, too, and hopefully he’ll like ‘em this year.
For Christmas, I would like to be able to look at pics of myself and know I look pretty good and healthy and all. Not get all depresso like I did last night/this morning looking at the pics of my from our vacation. Seriously, though. I exercise hard and that’s all I get? Like I don’t have to listen to most of the people around me talk incessantly about their weight loss victories (mostly all the parental role models I have) and ask me what my weight/size are. My weight hasn’t changed, my size hasn’t changed, although it should, and it’s really depressing, thanks for asking. But I don’t want to go on a “diet”. How do people do it? Ugh.
In lighter news, I have found a new route to run in the mornings. It contains about 6 big hills, and it’s really challenging. But it feels rather refreshing in the mornings. Or afternoons, for that matter. I have disciplined myself well to do my running and/or weight training in the mornings before breakfast. This is HUGE since my whole day revolves around my 3 squares.
I have been really busy wrapping gifts, knitting gifts, and all. I wish I could post pics of the knitted gifts, but I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise. Today involves more domestic bliss, including a t-shirt surgery scheduled for this afternoon. Followed by a “gourmet” pasta dinner. Seriously, I apologize for the lack of culinary inspiration — I have been serving some less-than-impressive meals of late. Saving up for Friday, I guess. Wonder how many kinds of cookies I can make in a day? Stay tuned for pics of abundance…
newton dominey said,
December 12, 2007 at 8:19 pm
at least you’re running and are healthy. i’ve tried explaining this to bwe, but she doesn’t get it either:
if you’re doing everything you’re supposed to do and things aren’t changing the way you want them to, maybe what you want is out of whack. i’m not saying you shouldn’t have goals, but i think it’s dangerous to tie them to those sorts of things.
that said, i’m hellbent on getting from my heavy 209 to my “fighting weight” of 185. well, hellbent, minus the whole discipline thing.
lacey said,
December 12, 2007 at 9:27 pm
You know, it’s more a wish of freedom from the idea of what women should look like that I want. It’s a horrible oppression, and I know I grew up with an unfortunate disadvantage with a grandmother and mother who were constantly dieting. And trying not to pass that on to the girl is really hard. Now it’s from the in-law side and from my mom where I hear a constant onslaught of weight and appearance related discussion just won’t let up.
The thinking part of me has accepted that a visual expectation for a person is unrealistic. I am probably healthier than I have ever been, and it’s frustrating to watch something as surface as this hold me back from the happiness I find in feeding and caring for my family and friends. And from celebrating myself as much as I should, I guess.
Hopefully it will work itself out soon enough and I won’t occasionally find myself preoccupied with it.
AND I will always make cookies.