Saturday, September 26, 2009
Movietimes, Oliver, WHO ARE YOU?, The weigh it is...
Chels made it home Friday night, too late really for us to catch a flick so we decided to catch movies today. Saw "9" and "Julie and Julia". Both were good. I would have seen "9" even if it had gotten terrible reviews, because Elijah Wood is the main character. I would have seen "Julie and Julia" as well because I love Meryl Streep. I also got to spend the day with Chels. WIN WIN WIN :)
You know it's time to rethink your friends when you get a text message that states " My time in FL is almost up as I will be at sea w/Royal Caribbean, Love to see everyone one more time before I leave. Free next Saturday, having a blowout at Backstage Billiards in LBV starts at 8 and we'll close it down", and you have no idea who sent it to you. All the numbers in my cell have names attached to them. I have so many friends who are performers and in hospitality in general, and people change cells all the time, so the confusion is understandable. Here's the thing though, someone took the time to invite me, I feel bad a)not knowing who it is and b)RSVP'ng to a blind number. I thought other friends would know something about it but no one seems to be saying that they will be at the event. I think we should show up blindly and hope for the best. That way, no one's feelings are hurt we didn't show and at the same time, I find out who the person is AND I get to play Pool, which I love to do. Lame, I know. Don't judge, it could happen to you.
I am addicted to http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/ . I am jonezing to move out anyway and then top it off with all these ideas in one small site... argghh. Addicted I tell you!
It's raining now, a gorgeous thick rain. Of course my mind thinks, rain, dark outside, why aren't you in bed?
I haven't been blogging about it because it makes me sad, but I am waaaaay bigger than I want/should be. I have been making small steps to change that and to my delight, it's paying off. This week, I lost two pounds. No, it's not Biggest Loser material, but that makes a total of 6.2 pounds this month and I still have a few days left in the month. I'm happy that it's making a difference. It's not just about the treadmill, it's about the intake.
Limiting the crap and adding good. It's not rocket science, I really don't see why it's taken me this long to understand it. I'm not on program (Weight Watchers), I'm just using my head. Am I still going to have a Twistee Treat Butterscotch and Caramel Sundae when I want? You can bet on it. Am I going to beat myself up over it the next day? Not a chance. I have a goal in mind and a "carrot" to wave in front of me, as I do well when given incentives, so I foresee success.
I don't know about you but Sunday is calling my name. Sundays here mean a leisurely wake up, an indulgent breakky and the paper. I savor the paper, and read almost every section except sports, because really, I don't care. At all. Unless of course it's College Basketball season. Go Duke. I have no affiliation educationally to Duke. It's all Christan Laetner's fault, just like my love for University of Maryland is Boomer Esiason's fault. I didn't graduate from either school. But I digress