At All Costs

Following in my never-ending theme of weight loss realization, I have decided to once again try the Slim Fast way. I had success the last time I tried it a few years ago so I’m going to try it once again. Today I bought a large tub of Slim Fast Optima, chocolate flavor. I also decided to couple it with Smartburn:

It may not be the absolute, completely, best way but well, quite frankly I’m tired of doing what people claim to be the “best”. I don’t have time (or the money) to be in the gym every second day with a personal trainer. So I have to find something alternate. I don’t have time to be involved in sports activities or groups because of my schedule with work. If this works, great. If not, move on to something else.

Anyways today I have had:

Breakfast:

1 whole grain tortilla

1/2 tbsp. organic peanut butter

1 medium banana

1 cup milk

1 scoop Slim Fast

And I’m full. I’m taking 2 cups macaroni w/ tomato soup on it for lunch along with a banana and some Slim Fast. Also a small roast chicken breast. That’s for dinner tonight.

For snacks I’m taking a thumb sized slice of cheese and a chunk of garlic sausage.

For drink, I’m taking the Slim Fast, and getting a bottle of water at work.

I’ll also be taking the Smartburn pill an hour before I eat dinner.

We’ll see how it goes.

Bras Don’t Support Bouncing Breasts


This study that today’s bras do not support the bouncing movements of a woman’s breasts and I, being rather well-endowed in this area, can attest to that fact. I don’t know how much money I’ve spent looking for a decent fitting bra with some support and have come up short each time. I often joke that one of the reasons I don’t jog or go running is because I’ll give myself 2 black eyes; and while it is a joke, there’s a grain of truth in it too. All through high school I avoided physical activity because of breast discomfort and it has only gotten worse as I’ve gained more weight and the girls have gotten bigger. Some days, you really do feel like wrapping yourself in duct tape just keep them from bouncing around.

An encapsulated bra works well enough, but then you have to contend with the issue that you look like Madonna circa 1990. There’s some decent enough sports bras and full support bras for us busty gals but then you have to deal with them not being very cute or physically attractive; trust me, if one of them hooks lets loose, someone’s losing an eye. I believe Jeff Foxworthy calls them “Lunchroom lady bras”. You can’t wear spaghetti strap shirts with them on, or sleeveless t-shirts either. So we’re stuck with really uncomfortable strapless bras (which are kind of thrilling for a while; feels like someone’s cupping your gals all day), or the thin strapped bras that dig into your shoulders and make your jugs jiggle each time you take a step.

Don’t get me wrong, I adore my push up bra no matter how uncomfortable it is for my shoulders but I’m not about to wear it to the gym.

The duct tape option though is looking mighty impressive when one thinks about it. It’s just getting that stuff off that would hurt. Free wax job anyone?

Rich Bitch

I had the pleasure of almost being hit by one of these today and looking back, I kind of wished I had swerved into its path. Let me set up the scene for you:

I am travelling North East towards work and slowed down because the pedestrian controlled, flashing green light became solid and thus meant it would turn yellow. Yes people, I slowed down BEFORE it became yellow mostly because I have seen a few accidents where pedestrians walked out before the light was actually red. It turned yellow and I stopped. This particular place is on a bit of an incline and ahead of me, to my right is the hospital with the Emergeny Department entrance shortly after the lights. I glanced into my rear view mirror out of habit and noticed a large SUV (which I would later learn was a Porshe Cayenne) behind me. In the driver seat was a young woman, about 30-ish, large sunglasses with white rims. Someone with obvious money. The light then turned flashing green and I pressed on the gas.

Right after the lights that I was stopped at the speed limit is 30 km/hr due to the hospital zone and because there’s doctor offices across the street on both sides of the hospital and in front of it it’s very wise to be doing 30. Not to mention the amount of police that are usually around as we’re a major trauma hospital in the area. I should mention that there’s only 2 lanes; the one I was in and the oncoming lane. Directly after the lights I was at is the Emergency Department entrance which people pull in to, and right after that is a bus stop so naturally the street is a little wider. Right after the bus stop, are parked cars. Ahead of me, is a cross walk and a car in my lane turning left up the side street but waiting for oncoming traffic to clear. In front of him but in the oncoming lane, is an ambulance waiting for an opening to turn across my lane to get in through the ambulance entrance.

I had just passed the ED entrance and was just about to the parked cars when I had to hit the brakes.

Rich Bitch behind me gunned it, passed me on the right, and had less than 4 inches between my car and hers, and her car and the parked car to make it through then she was right on the ass end of the poor guy trying to turn left so she swerved, again narrowly missing the other parked car (ahead of the one that I was near) and into the line of travel of the ambulance who, until that point, had lots of time to go ahead and turn (as I was, like I mentioned, going slow due to the hospital zone). She narrowly missed the ambulance; he had to hit the brakes. I had to hit the brakes. If I had been another foot and a half forward, she would have hit me.

Naturally, when one is in such a situation you want to track the driver down and beat them senseless. But I had to get to work otherwise I most definitely would have followed, got the license plate and called the cops. If she would have hit me, I would have sued her for all she’s worth (which judging by the car she was driving; was a lot). As it were, all I was able to do was lay on the horn as she swerved in front of me and just before she almost hit the ambulance. The whole incident probably took less than 4 seconds. She was going way above the speed limit (I was pushing it at about 35 km/hr); I’d wager she was going around 60 near the end.

Most of the time, I’m not usually angry when I drive. I get frustrated (like when the guy was doing 40 km/hr in a 70 zone in the left hand lane earlier today) but I rarely use the horn unless I feel I need to. I used it on the little Indian girl down the street as she was actively trying to get hit by my car (on her bike, swerving in front of me, pulling to the side and then shooting across the road again, riding up within inches of my car etc.); I scared her but obviously that’s what she needs since her parents obviously didn’t teach her road sense. I used it on another guy who cut me off in the middle of an intersection causing me to have to swerve into oncoming traffic so as to avoid being smacked by him. And I’ve used it to let a guy know it was a green light when all he did was just sit there. I don’t get angry a lot when I drive. As long as I don’t hit or get hit, I’m usually a level headed driver.

But today I lost it. I actually wanted to smash this woman’s head in. Not only did she endanger my life, she endangered her own, plus the guy in the car turning left, plus the ambulance drivers plus any pedestrians that might have stepped out from between the parked cars. I wished I would have moved to the right just a bit, I wish I would have clipped her. I wish I could have tore her a new one. How irresponsible can you be to endanger so many lives because you choose not to obey the speed limit in a hospital zone. I almost wish this catches up to her, either with the police nabbing or her bad driving habits catching up. And I almost hope that I’m the typist who gets to write up the report. Bad karma? Maybe, but I’m willing to suffer through it this time.

You don’t endanger so many lives like she did and get away scott free.

She of course, in reaction to my blowing the horn for a good 70 feet, leaned out the window and fingered me. Nice. Those are some nice manners your momma taught you Miss Rich Bitch.

Real nice.

Eyes

You know, I never really thought much about my eyes until today when I was looking at one of the pictures I took of myself in my car yesterday; it turned out quite well and with a bit of tweaking in CS3 it looks even better. One thing that stood out (and has in other pictures) are my eyes. There’s one photo I have, taken via my webcam, and when I added it as my display picture on MSN a friend in Red Deer Alberta said “Holy shit, what amazing eyes!”. On singles sites I’ve often received e-mails touting the awesomeness of my eyes. Of course, I’d always deleted them and shrugged it off as guys trying to get laid but this picture I took yesterday made me sit up and take notice.

What color are those eyes? To me, they look blue. But then when I look at them again, they look green-y. When I look in the mirror, my eyes are green with gold flecks (I had an ER doc comment on them once; the gold and color of my eyes, something about lovely contrast or something) inside. Sitting in a room, they look greenish-blue. On another image taken from my webcam, they look baby blue.

Is it the lighting? The composition? Shadows? What?

Also, I should mention when I cry or get overly emotional, my eyes turn vivid green. One ex boyfriend described me as the “human mood ring”, not necessarily a term I liked.

If eyes are the window to my soul, and I can’t figure out what color that window is, does that reflect on the state of my soul?

Hate

I hate my job.
I’m ready to quit.
I dislike my coworker.
I want to throttle her half of the time.
I should never have tried to ‘make it’ in the world.
They were all right. All of them.
I will not succeed.

I didn’t take your broach…But don’t worry, it’ll come back as a butterfly…


You’re Anne of Green Gables!

by L.M. Montgomery

Bright, chipper, vivid, but with the emotional fortitude of cottage
cheese, you make quite an impression on everyone you meet. You’re impulsive, rash,
honest, and probably don’t have a great relationship with your parents. People hurt
your feelings constantly, but your brazen honestly doesn’t exactly treat others with
kid gloves. Ultimately, though, you win the hearts and minds of everyone that matters.
You spell your name with an E and you want everyone to know about it.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Took it again – this is what I got (see below)


You’re Siddhartha!

by Hermann Hesse

You simply don’t know what to believe, but you’re willing to try
anything once. Western values, Eastern values, hedonism and minimalism, you’ve spent
some time in every camp. But you still don’t have any idea what camp you belong in.
This makes you an individualist of the highest order, but also really lonely. It’s
time to chill out under a tree. And realize that at least you believe in
ferries.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Where Were You?

Where were you 10 years ago? Do you remember the moment in time that you heard Princess Diana died?

I do.

I was playing Super Mario Bros. 64 with my sister, my dad watching on and laughing at us. I was on the first world, trying to get one of the stars when my friend who was formally from Scotland called and told us “Princess Diana died”. I told my dad, and he sighed and went “Ohh, no. Not her.” Then mom wanted to know what happened, she was sad when she heard. We turned the game off and watched the news.

I have tons of stuff; a Time magazine from just a month before she was killed. Collector plates. Articles. Books.

I loved her. She embodied everything I wanted to be. Kind. Generous. Compassionate. Giving. Altruistic. Then, just a short time later Mother Theresa died. Another wonderful woman gone.

I remember where I was.
Do you?