Tuesday, May 26, 2009

back to the grind

The highschool kid is no longer, we now have two college kids. Everyone has gone home, except the college kid the first. The visits were stressful...my mom the nutball was still a nutball after my sister arrived, but I didn't "escape" to bed once they got here, so no bloggy time. We went to dinner on the night of graduation with both parents, and it was okay. My dad was braggy, and my mom was kind of jackassy in her attempts to be funny, but all in all, it was mm. well, okay sums it up.

I did manage to run a few times with my sister...that was fun. But sadly, I have just done nothing in days and days and days, from a workout or food monitoring standpoint. I gained back the weight I lost from the week before, so back to a pretty decent B on my Fatty McFatFatFat test. 88.1%. I have lost my weightloss/workout mojo. I can not let this happen. I WILL be going to Body Pump tomorrow after work. I WILL be getting healthy foods at the store to finish out the week. I WILL stop this FatSlide right this very exact second.

Summer school has started and is in full swing. I have 4 paper reviews to do in the next month and actually one is already late. I have a paper due on June 1. I tend to let crazy work interfere with workouts/eating healthy. It is a divine excuse and it has worked for years and years and pounds and pounds.

OH, and I am already frustrated by a student (3 days in)...I DESPISE these emails:

i was not able to attend class today because i was sick but i was just wondering what i missed so i will be able to make it up thank you.

Let's see, the course schedule, the homework assignments, the lectures are all on the course website. Figure it out your damn self. We won't even mention the lack of punctuation. aack.

Last, but not least, hypothetically, what would you find MORE humiliating?

- Your mom wearing a trash bag in the rain to smoke out front of a theater?


- Your dad wearing an embroidered shirt emblazened with "Big Daddy"? (which happens to match the embroidered shirts worn by two of his redneck friends, all whilst walking around your town in the broad daylight)


wafelenbak said...

My dad owns a shirt with Moe from the 3 Stooges that says "Just Say Moe" and another that reads "Bacon is a vegetable."
Come to think of it, I am pretty sure I bought both of them for him so I will just be quiet now.
I am hearing you on the food/workout mojo. I think some of my closer friends think I am getting obsessive, but I am just trying all different ways to Sunday to MOTIVATE myself!

Not Your Aunt Bea said...

I have lost my healthy mojo and am on the emotional eating train wreck. Help!

When dads wear shirts like that you have to act like they are on medication and it is not your fault this is so. My dad doesn't wear crazy shirts but just dresses very badly and heaven forbid you try to get him to coordinate or dress appropriately for the season.

Sad you have two college kids now, but you have to be very proud you do too.

creative kerfuffle said...

wow, that's a toss up. i can usually excuse the t-shirts (my dad has a bright yellow spongebob shirt he wears A LOT and always wears a belt AND suspenders). however the trashbag, i'd say that one's the most embarrassing. ok, so now what are you going to call the kids to distinguish them???

Anonymous said...

I still think the garbage bag was more embarrassing. tracy

megmegmeg said...

I am also seeking inspiration to back away from the cookie jar, and get my (considerable) ass in motion- and not just jiggling!

Well, my dad can't seem to make the effort to visit and actually meet his grandkids (but that's another story...), BUT- I'm sort of okay with it. He sort of went crazy and grew his hair down past his shoulders, so he has a beard, and long, blond curly ringlets. Couple this with his idea for visiting via RV, and I think the neighbors would be running scared. Parents- just can't take 'em out in public.

Alice said...

this weekend was a HUGE fail on the workout/motivation meter. i forced myself to go to class on monday night, though, and forced myself to try level 2 of the shred last night. don't know if i'll be able to keep it up 3 nights in a row :-)

ps - belated CONGRATS to your no-longer-a-highschooler!!

SoMi's Nilsa said...

So funny we're both blogging about mojo today! To that, I say, let's pick up where we left off. So what if we fell off the wagon briefly. Had a few setbacks. It's all good. And should serve as fuel to push our way forward!

BTW, congrats to your no-longer-high-school kid. Big accomplishment!

Shelley said...

Trash bag, fo sho.

Glad you made it through the parental unit's visit...sorta unscathed, anyway.

Jen L. said...

Yay, high school graduate kid!

I vote trash bag.

Please share more crazy family stories. They make me giggle and think of my own people, who are quite similar.

Astarte said...

I'm sorry, but I had to giggle when I read my choices of familial embarrassment!!! I'm going with the trashy mother. The thought of your dad swinging it around town in that shirt is actually pretty funny. :)

I can't believe you have two college kids. Hang in there, woman.

I hate people who don't punctuate. He/she probably sent it from a cell phone, you know. Which means that they probably weren't sick, but are at the BEACH. Not that I would know anything about that. :)

kilax said...

It makes me crazy how easy it is to "fatslide." I often worry that I am just programmed to fail. That I may not have what it takes to be healthy 90% of the time, because I sabotage myself. We just have to keep going!

Definitely the trash bag ;)

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