Since we’re not getting up to the cabin these days and my projects are slim pickins, I thought I’d be cooking up a storm and showing you all some recipes, but I’m just not feelin’ it. And truthfully, I’m not doing much decorating for the holidays either this year. The rental just doesn’t feel like home, but more of a stopping off point, and since we’re not at the cabin much before Christmas, I’ll do something simple on the mantel, but that’s about it.
Lately, I’ve been spending some time trying to find a dress for my daughter’s wedding. Tomorrow I’m going to Long Island and maybe Queens with a friend whose son is also getting married in the Spring. We’re on a common mission. Not just to find a dress, but to lose weight. I joined Weight Watchers last week and I’m determined to lose 20 lbs. Right now, I’m a size 12 and I would love to be an 8 or even a 10. It doesn’t matter really. I’m not size obsessed. I just want to get rid of my muffin top. I used to work at the Personal Shopping Department at Nordstrom’s, and some women would come in and spend several thousand dollars on clothes that didn’t fit right, all because they refused to ‘wear a size 14’ or whatever it was. Women should understand that when something doesn’t fit well, it will make you look heavier, not to mention it will be uncomfortable.
Would you believe a lot of stores don’t even carry sizes higher than an 8? That’s strange to me, considering that the average woman is a size 14. Apparently, higher end stores that cater to wealthy women don’t carry large sizes. Guess they can afford to have lipo :).
I rarely diet. This is only the second time I’m consciously trying to lose weight. It wasn’t until I went through menopause that things started going south and I gained weight. Big surprise. I’ve always worked out fairly regularly, taking boot camp and zumba a few times a week most recently, but unless you’re a marathon runner, working out isn’t going to help you lose weight. At least not for me. It just helps me feel a little better.
I really don’t believe in diets, unless you’re doing it for a special occasion and acknowledge the fact the weight will come back on unless some lifestyle changes are made. My mother was literally a ‘feast or famine’ dieter, so I’ve seen first hand how futile dieting can be. Moderation is the name of the game if you want to win it. I tried Weight Watchers several years ago and liked it, but as soon as I stopped going to the meetings and not writing down what I ate, game over. For me, it’s all about carbs. I’m staying away from ‘white food’ as much as possible, which thankfully isn’t that hard. The only thing I love more than fruits are veggies, so this is not a difficult process for me. And did you know that most veggies and fruits are zero points? Love that! I went to a friend’s birthday party on Sunday and had a zeppole and a couple of bites of some pastries, but you have to allow that sometimes or it just won’t work. My daughter is coming home on Friday for 10 days, and on Monday we’re going to the venue for a tasting. See what I mean?
It’s always somethin’, Rosanadanadana…
I’m going to leave you with a little video that I hope will make you smile.
Some of you know that my grand dog Charlie is in Singapore. Lately, our daughter decided that Charlie needs to earn his keep so she brings him to work and tries, albeit unsuccessfully, to get him to be productive.
A little background: Charlie is the world’s sleepiest dog. He can easily sleep 16+ hours a day, no problem. A simple walk around the block will put him into a catatonic state for hours, and the walk to the office pretty much wipes him out for a week.
He knows we miss him so he made this short, 10 second video so we can hear his little voice and see his fuzzy face whenever we want. It’s hard to see his mouth moving because he’s so dark, but moving it is! Don’t you think he looks handsome in his red tie?
There’s an app for everything these days!
Now if only someone can come up with an app that can rid me of my muffin top, THAT would be newsworthy.
To read more about our famous talking Charlie, and Bubbles, our former Bichon, go here.