Resolutions…

Every year people set goals, make promises, state declarations, etc. etc. I’ve decided not to set any. I have the food issues and by forcing myself to make a resolution that I may or may not keep could be disastrous. Also, I’ve been pretty happy with myself these last few days and I’ve even avoided stepping on the scale for two days straight. I typically weigh myself three – four times a day.

And, with all the events happening in my life: Moving, new job, more time with B, I don’t really need the stress/pressure of a resolution to float around in the back of my mind along with all the other negative thoughts that I carry. I have to say I’ve been pretty happy and lucky since I turned 28, maybe this will be a great year, without any resolutions.

Creme Brulee…

It’s my down fall. I have been very diligent of late with the food and what I allowed into my mouth, until this evening. It started out so innocently, a casual dinner in a nice restaurant with my honey and another couple. Good conversation about this and that and all sorts of nonsense. Then the waiter asked about desert. I knew that B would want Key Lime Pie, but I wasn’t in the mood for tart and sweet. I just wanted SWEET! So, I asked if we could order creme brulee instead. He said to the waiter, “One creme brulee please.”

As we wait for our desert, we continue talking. The wondrous brulee is set in front of us and I grab one of two spoons on the plate. At that moment B informs me that he doesn’t like creme brulee. There is nothing and no one stopping me from eating the ENTIRE desert, because it’s all mine and my willpower said, “Screw it, I’m sick of all the lettuce you’ve been shoving into your mouth!” I should’ve just slathered the creme brulee directly on to my thighs. It would have been just as effective. Tomorrow: We walk!

He did good…

Until I figure out images on here, this will have to do! My favorite new toy!

Too quick…

I got to see my family this weekend. Everything went by so fast, Saturday to Tuesday was a blur. My nephew has gotten so big, but then again I last saw him when he was six days old. Now, at the ripe old age of seven months, he is so aware of his world. I’ll post pics of the fabulous one as soon as I’ve recovered from my trip and taken the time to unpack my camera.

Also, I have the pleasure of having my favorite man in my apartment until January 1, with him returning to help me move to Houston on the 19th. OH…and he got me the loveliest necklace for Christmas. Gosh, I’m a lucky girl!

I’ll Be Home for Christmas…

As one of my favorite holidays draw closer, I’ve been reflecting on some of the fond memories that I have of Christmas. One of the first Christmas’ I remember was that of getting a Play-doh barbershop set, where colorful mush would sprout forth from the top of the head of a small creature. Then I would attempt to create a hairdo with the tools included with the kit, leaving strings of doh all over the livingroom. I remember looking back at pics that my mom took of my earliest Christmas’ and wondering, why didn’t she put clothes on her daughters? (No, I’m not posting my two-year old nudie pics!)

I can’t wait for Christmas morning this year because my nephew Elvis (his blog pseudonym), in his old age of seven months, will experience his first Christmas. I know that this year will be more about the paper than the presents or the meaning of the holiday but to get to see view the world with fresh eyes, amazing. The laughter that will peal for from his mouth or the merriment in his eyes will be magical.

Also, I can’t wait to give him a Play-doh gift set, MUHAHAHAHA!

Soon…

Soon, I’ll tell my boss that I quit, packing up my life and taking the biggest risk ever. He asked me to move to Houston in July. I started looking for a job. We’ve loved each other for almost two years but have never had the opportunity to live in the same city. Now, opportunity has come a knockin’.

It’s interesting how life works. Some say that I’m overly lucky. I say it’s good living. I found my dream man and now I have my dream job. I have received an offer to work for a company that will let me work from home, wear jeans and sneakers when I go to the office and on-top-of-it-all I get a HUGE increase in pay. It’s work that I know that I will enjoy and put my education to good use.

I can’t wait for soon.

Changes…

Many changes to come. My life is about to be turned upside-down and topsy-turvey. I’ll post more tomorrow after sleep and hopefully more information.

28…

It’s just a number, right?! Wow…28 years on this planet and I’ve done a lot. I have two masters degrees and two (really three) undergraduate degrees. I work at a job that I really enjoy and pays me more than my parents ever made in a year…and I’m 28. But, have I truly done what I wanted? I still have the ridiculous notion that I want audtion for American Idol, so I can hear Randy call me “Dawg”, Paula say well done and Simon tell me that I don’t look like a Super Star.

Also, my age now proclaims that it has been ten years since high school. Would people recognize me? Do I want people to recognize me? I still cling to the insecurities of that I may not be accepted because I’m not perfect but I have the confidence to show the world that they don’t bother me. The confidence is mostly genuine because I do know who I am and what I am capable of accomplishing, but it can be a facade when those imperfections are consuming my thoughts. But, at 28, I’m trying to love and embrace me.

This new number is also bringing back those childhood dreams of where did I think I would be at this age? I thought I would be married. I thought that I would be starting to consider bringing another life into this world. But, I’m not and I’m not. I do have a spectacular man who treats me like a queen, won’t let me open a door and I am not allowed to touch the trash. He makes me laugh and when I hear his voice, it’s an instant smile upon my face knowing that he is mine.

So, 28. It’s a nice even number. And today, I feel like it fits. Today, I feel like I’ve become me.

Stuffed…

Today was our groups Holiday Party at this lovely Brazilian restaurant, the kind where they bring out HUGE SKEWERS of meat and have HUGE KNIVES to remove said meat from said skewers on to your plate. Thank God for the fabulous salad bar made up of fresh dressings, a wide variety of vegetables and sinful soup.

I actually did really well, a full plate of veggies before the meat and only half a piece of desert (CHOCOLATE CHOCOLATE CAKE). I ate less than a super model yesterday just so I could enjoy today without guilt but tonight is going to either be an apple, sans the peanut butter or applesauce. Though, one downfall of writing a post after gorging, lack of wittiness. I hope my lone reader, that you can live. I need to nap.

Where is the food police…

I use to be so fond of the holidays with the delicious dishes coming around. But, now, as I reface the 200 range (I still have a 1 in front of my two other numbers but damn I’m coming close to that two) I get scared of food. I’ve commented a few times that I would love a temporary case of anorexia. I envy those women who have so much control to let their stomachs growl and push stuff around on their plate and never lift the fork to their mouths. Self-restraint is hiding from me and I’m not doing very much to find it.

To prove that I could reintroduce the healthy food back into my life, I procured a mound of vegetables and fruits. Now, I am subjecting myself to peanut butter and apples for dinner on evenings when I know that there is going to be a Christmas affair the next day and I’m only allowed to have yogurt and applesauce for breakfast. It’s such a struggle when people walk by with lovely biscuits, bacon and eggs from the cafeteria to not run down there and gorge. And, sometimes I give in.

Well, next week I will be consuming a LOT of apples: Tuesday is lunch at this fabulous Brazilian restaurant and Thursday is my 28th birthday with EVERY meal out but breakfast. Oh, how my pants are going to love it. And the kicker, I’ll be spending the weekend in Houston…the eating capital of America. Though, it will be with the MOST WONDERFUL boyfriend in the world.

*SIGH* I hate/love food.