Thursday, February 26, 2009

Go Big Girl, what you gon' do!?

Back in November I mentioned that I was starting Operation G.I. Jane to get my slack ass in shape. I'm sad to report that the operation was quickly aborted. As I've said before, I'm an emotional eater and I eat my feelings. Well there have been a LOT of feelings to devour in the past 3 months and I'm stuffed. Somewhere along the line, the mission became more like Operation Shamu! I've done a great job of quickly transforming myself into a 4 ton beast. Really? Have another cookie big girl! It's ridiculous. I weigh the most that I have in about 10 years. I know this because I finally had the courage to weigh in last week and see exactly what the damage was it was so bad that I almost fell off the scale. It wasn't a complete surprise though. Since the heavy blows from Survivorman in December, I just didn't care. Then came the holidays, then work got crazy, then I survived Valentine's Day by using chocolate as my life support... it's just been a vicious cycle.

Well that is all about to change. Operation G. I. Jane is back on in full effect! I've lost about 5 pounds in the past week and I have about 10 to go just to get back to pre-Shamu weight! Then I'd like to lose another 20-25 on top of that and I will be happy again. It's do-able. My goal is 20 pounds in a month good thing March has 31 days! . Unrealistic? Sure. Unhealthy? Probably. Is that still my goal? Yep! And I'm putting it in writing here for both of my TWO readers to see , so the pressure is on. I think I can do it though. I'm about to get real up close and personal with my treadmill this month. I'll report the outcome on March 31st!

Go big girl what you gon' do, Go, Go big girl what you gon' do....

Wednesday, February 25, 2009


Happy Ash Wednesday! Today marks the start of Lent. I'm not Catholic so I'm not exactly "required" to give up anything, but I try to each year anyway. I am having a hard time deciding this year though. I'm torn between meat, french fries, and diet coke. I'm making a point not to ingest any of them today until I decide though. I think french fries for sure, but I want to double up with one of the others as well. I'm afraid going 40 days without Diet Coke may kill me though. Maybe I will try all three if I am feeling brave. A friend suggested that I give up the snooze button on my alarm like he did last year, but I think I should try something that I may actually stand a chance as sticking with!

Monday, February 23, 2009

The Man Roster

Since I entered the dating game again, I've made a conscious decision to not put all of my eggs in one basket. That way, if one basket crashes and burns, I'm not completely eggless. Now I'm not carrying on more than one "relationship" simultaneously no worries - I'm no skank, I'm just keeping things casual with a few different people. I thought I'd give a quick run-down of the players.

Mr. Midwest - He's from Ohio, bless his heart. I'm not usually interested in the fellas from above the Mason-Dixon, but he's a sweetheart in an endearingly dorky way. He found himself in Georgia because of his job with a local athletic conference. He's not exactly what I would call my type physically, but he's close. My favorite thing about him is that he likes to watch all the trashy-esque tv shows that I do, so I can scoop it out with him about the latest Grey's drama. Downside... he's a cat person. What self-respecting man is a cat person? I think he may be leaning more toward friendland, but I'm keeping an open mind.

The Spaniard - We go way back. We first went out after my relationship with Scuba Steve ended back in 2006. We were both rebounding from our ex's and neither of us were really looking for a new relationship at the time. We've kept in touch the whole time though and he thinks it's a sign. He has wedding and baby fever worse than any woman I know, so I'm confident that if I was ready and willing to go that route, he'd jump to it pretty quick. My apprehensions about him include his bad luck with jobs. Both times that we have started "talking" in a romantic way he has gotten laid off. Maybe I am the bad luck for him! I also don't like his last name. I fully realize that that is snobby and petty of me, but it's just the way it is and I'm being honest. He's of Spanish decent and that's completely sexy, but his last name reminds me of a migrant worker and I would just never want to have that last name if things progressed with us. He's really cute though and definitely my type physically. He makes me smile and always says the sweetest things that brighten my day. I'm on the fence with how I feel about him... sooo on the fence that it's annoying!

Bama Boy - He's a little sweetheart from Alabama. He's the furthest geographically and that does present a problem. He was recently laid off as well, but he's an engineer by trade. He's definitely got the big teddy bear thing going on that I like so much, but he has light hair and that just throws me off a little. I don't think there is enough spark there to warrant the distance issue, but I'm not writing him off just yet.

The Virgin - It is just me or is it a little scary to think about dating a 28 year old virgin? He's adorable in every way and is the true definition of the All-American boy next door. He is the sweetest ever, and not in the annoying way that Beaver Cleaver was. His status is by choice and while part of me thinks that it's the sweetest thing ever, part of me thinks that it would never go anywhere because I would never want to be the one to end that streak for him, ya know? It's quite an awkward situation. The rational side of me tells me to avoid it altogether, but then something just keeps me interested. However, I think I should steer clear of potentially dramatic situations. We'll see.

Mr. Pilot - He's a southern fraternity boy turned commercial pilot. He's gorgeous in a very manly way and sooooo my type! Love his body, love his voice, love his personality, love his job, love it all. It's hard to think of something that I dislike about him, other than the fact that he was married before and enjoys living in the city... both things that I can overlook. He makes me a little nervous, but in a good butterflies kind of way. Mr. Pilot is definitely the front runner right now. I'm secretly rooting for him in the back of my mind, but I'm not going to jinx it.

College Crush - Well, a girl can dream!

Friday, February 20, 2009

You know you hate your job when....

You know you hate your job when you feel a mixture of happiness/jealousy/anger when your co-workers turn in their notice. I've known since day one that I hated this place, but I've had to stick it out a while for the graduate school benefits. It's always been in the corner of my mind that I wouldn't be here long and I assumed that I would be the first to leave out of all of the current employees. My office is actually split up into two offices physically, across the hall from each other. There is the good side and the bad side. I'm lucky enough to be on the good side and I love all the ladies in my office (to some degree.... some more than others, but we kind of stick together like the 4 musketeers no matter what in order to endure the evil co-workers from the other side).

Well today, my favorite co-worker turned in her two week notice. She's only been here 6 months, but she is one of the sweetest people I've ever met and I just adore her. I almost teared up when she told me. Then I got a little irritated and jealous that she was getting out of this hell hole. Eventually, my happiness for her overrode the jealousy and we spent most of the morning hearing about the job she accepted. That didn't last long though.

After lunch, another co-worker confided in us that she had applied for a position with a business that we work with closely in our field. She got the call last night and has an interview Wednesday. I think she's a shoe in because she already has the personal relationships built with many of the people she will be interviewing with. She recommended that I get my own resume in order ASAP and not be concerned with leaving during the busy season. I can handle one person leaving, but not two at once. I'm currently pouting in my office, because they can't wait until June when I can leave (after receiving my tuition benefits for the summer). In situations like this there should be a "no co-worker left behind" rule. Meanwhile, the third co-worker just graduated with her teaching degree in December and is trying to find a teaching position as soon as possible. I hate them all right now. They can't leave me here with all the sucky people! What am I going to do!?

Friday, February 13, 2009

The Anti-Valentine

Unless you've been hiding under a rock or resting peacefully in a coma, you know that tomorrow is Valentine's Day. I hate Valentine's Day. Hate. I realize that people may expect to hear that from me since I am single again and still a teensy bit bitter about my last love, but that's not the whole story. I have always hated Valentine's Day, even when I am knee-deep in lovey-dovey coupledom. It's a day for cheesy, expensive, insincere exhibits of love. It's a commercial holiday that only results in stress by causing pressure to purchase your mate the perfect gift that is on the same price and seriousness scale as what you think they might get you, pressure for both of you to simultaneously be in the most romantic mood that you will ever attain that year, pressure to magically make up for every argument, annoyance, or short-coming that is still recent enough to live on in memory, pressure to measure up to all of your friends and co-workers in the gift-giving and (especially) gift-receiving competition which is unspoken but we all know it exists! , and pressure to basically have the most romantic night ever. It is very rare for all of that to come together perfectly. It's just too much. I've never been a fan and I doubt I ever will. So tomorrow, while everyone is out participating in the love equivalent of a pissing contest... I will be hermited up in my apartment with as many non-romantic comedy dvds as possible. Then on Sunday I am going to buy myself flowers and chocolate for about 85% off!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

The blog bug

Where did the blog bug go? I had it. Then I lost it. I think my intense hatred of my job is sucking all of the life out of me. I'm pretty much existing in a comatose state in the few hours between working days. I'm coming back though! I have stuff to talk about, I just haven't had the energy to blog about it... how lazy is that!? As if blogging requires much energy. I'm telling you, it's the job. Every time I walk into this office, I can literally feel my ulcer developing. Ugh! More to come soon.