Date Night – Using the date jar

I am a Pinterest addict. If I could make a living pinning, I’d for sure be pretty rich. I know many pin and just move on and never really LOOK or TRY what they pinned. I am not that pinner. Granted I have nearly 11,000 pins so obviously I have not tried them all but I try a lot.

I got the “date jar” idea from pinterest. I found the craft idea then pinned tons of date ideas from different pinners and sites. The Dating Divas is one of my faves.
The name says it all. TONS of ideas for dates, at home dates, adventurous dates, romantic dates, fun dates, lazy dates, cheap dates… whatever you’re looking for, they’ve written about it.

We created our jar on “date night” last week. We grabbed our mason jar, popsicle sticks, highlighters, colored pens and list of date ideas we like and we headed to Panera for iced coffees and shared a brownie. This in itself was a fun date!

Tuesday night we drew a popsicle stick. We color coordinated them so that we knew which ones were at home (cheaper options) versus going out and spending money options. We choose a pink one since we just returned from vacation. We got “slow dance to your favorite love songs” ❤

After dinner, we strolled upstairs, lit some incense, closed the curtains and lit a few color changing lights. My partner wore her sweats and tank top but grabbed a sexy tie and put it on (I loved this idea) so I grabbed my pretty swimsuit cover up and slipped it on. It wasn’t extravagant or time-consuming but added a little to the moment.

We both played our songs and danced close, holding each other. We even shed a tear a two knowing how much the words to the songs meant for each of us.

Then, just like all date nights, we grabbed the popsicle stick with the date on it and took a selfie in our attire and date stamped it to put in our smash book (another date night idea)

Simple yet so meaningful.

And in case you were wondering, here are the songs we danced to. (She swears the one she played was written about me – to a tee!!) 🙂

The one she played for me.

The one I played for her:

 

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Leave the sap for the trees

I realize we’re all different but what woman wouldn’t want her man (or woman) to walk through the front door, toss their keys to the side, firmly grab you by the waist and turn this ditty on full blast. The neighbors won’t know if it’s the music or the boot knockin’ that’s making the walls shake.

Skip the sappy, schmoopy, lovey-dovey stuff for another night. Crank this overly, sexified, love-making song tonight & show that woman (or man) of yours just how much your bones (no, that was not a typo) ache for them.

Gets me hot just thinkin’ about it…. think I’ll go dig out my cowgirl boots.

Counting Calories Sucks – But it Works

I’ve been through enough ups and downs of dieting/healthy eating to know that if I’m not counting my calories then you can bet your sweet ass I’m eating more than I should be in order to lose a few pounds.

Sure, in my head I say “but I’m eating healthy”… which yes, oatmeal for breakfast, salad for lunch, fruit and yogurt for snacks, is eating healthy. Then there’s those little in-betweeners we forget to take into consideration: the 2 mini chocolate bars, the 20 tic tacs, the 6 crackers, the granola bar, the 10 chips, the 20 pretzels, the 12 swedish fish.. maybe not all in one day but those are things I tend to grab-n-go and shove in my mouth without taking into consideration how many calories I’m truly taking in and then turn around and say “I’m eating healthy”.

My dinners are hit or miss… it can be a simple tuna melt (wheat samich thin, lite mayo) and that’s it. Or it can be a night where I don’t wanna cook so I grab a Hot ‘n Ready from Little Caesars & put down a good 3 pieces. Then there’s the weekend….. but let’s not go there.

For the past 2 weeks I’ve been “eating better” – or have I? So this weekend, I downloaded (once again) Myfitnesspal, got out the healthy cookbooks and Oxygen magazines and I planned out my entire week of food. I started yesterday with Protein Cheerios (measure of course) with skim milk and my cup of coffee (which has more calories than I’d like but that’s one thing I just won’t budge on) For lunch, I had one slice of leftover mushroom pizza and a diet soda (not the best drink choice but I only drink it with pizza) throughout the day I popped one Dove dark chocolate caramel candy in my mouth but stopped at one. Before my workout I needed a pick-me-up, though I know there were better choices, I poured a cup of Starbucks unsweetened iced coffee, added 2 TBS of creamer and 1 tsp of sugar. Dinner was homemade “skinny” chicken & broccoli alfredo, I measure 1 cup of it. It looked like a portion for an infant but I ate it and packed the rest up. As a nighttime snack I had 2 cinnamon graham crackers and water.

  • My calorie goal each day is: 1260
  • I ate 1280
  • I burned 437

Not bad for my first day, I wasn’t starving but I also was at home. That is the key. When I’m at work, I get bored. I graze. I sit at my desk and nibble on anything in reach and though I try to keep healthy choices handy, I seem to find those “hidden” snacks my coworkers have stashed away. (Office of 10 women, we keep a plethora of chocolate readily available) Today is the real test. I already entered everything into myfitnesspal this morning so I knew when I was to eat what.

I know from experience, calories in vs calories out is the key to losing belly fat. Lucky for me *insert sarcasm font* I gain ALL my weight in my stomach area. My legs and arms stay the same, my bottom will gain a bit but that’s ok, I like squats so I like a nice juicy bottom. I would prefer the little fat critters to evenly distribute themselves but they’re a close nit group I guess.

Weight loss is 90% food, 10% exercise, unfortunately because I love to workout so I’d love to be able to just workout every day and eat whatever I want, but my body chemistry is just not like that. You have to eat nutritious foods, not just watch the calorie count, as you have to take in healthy calories. Don’t get me wrong, I will NOT give up the foods I love, I just eat them in moderation. I love cheese steaks, french fries, pizza, Chinese, chips and much more but I know to limit them. I usually pick Saturday as my “IDGAFAF Day” (translation – I don’t give a fuck about food day) and I eat whatever my little heart desires and I find, that when I start eating healthier and have for several days, even my binge days aren’t all that bad because I can’t stomach all the crap and my stomach also shrinks in time so when I could put down a whole sub and fries, now I find I can share a sub and fries with my significant and be just as satisfied and not feel like an over-inflated blimp.

I hate counting though. It gets tiring, frustrating and too time consuming. I want a mechanism that is attached to my body that just calculates what I’m eating. It can have alarms when it’s low on water and it’ll tell me to drink up! Or as soon as I start eating that second piece of pizza it’ll warn me about my leftover calorie count for the day. I don’t want to whip out my phone everywhere I go to google the calories in a meal or sit down every day and input every item I ate. THOUGH, this process either MAKES you successful at this or makes you give up. I know that now I hesitate before tossing some yummy goodness in my mouth and I check to see how many calories I have left, if I don’t have enough I make sure I get my booty in gear and burn those extras I consumed. Remember, a 500 calorie deficit per day = 1 lb loss per week. That’s 3500 calories less a week whether it’s by less intake or more movement, that’s the equation. Sucks, but is doable.

25 Awesome Quotes – Posted on Elephant Journal

From more than 50 quotes written down, I chose to share 25.

“Today I shall judge nothing that occurs.” ~ Deepak Chopra

“Nothing can grow forever. Dissolution is needed for new growth to happen.” ~ Eckhart Tolle

“At a certain point, even if we pray that the egg won’t cook, it will be cooked.” ~ Dzongsar Khyentse Rinpoche

“It is not the appearance that binds you; it is the attachment to the appearance that binds you.” ~ Eckhart Tolle

“Any action you take might not bear fruit immediately. Until it does, do not resist what is.” ~ Eckhart Tolle

“Sometimes our wishes aren’t in tune with the cosmos time frame. Sometimes they happen in their own time frame, not when we feel we want them to.” ~ Unknown

“Some changes look negative on the outside. But you will soon realize that space was being created in your life for something new to emerge.” ~ Eckhart Tolle

“Don’t let go too soon but don’t hang on too long.” ~ Dzongsar Khyentse Rinpoche

“Parting is such sweet sorrow.” ~ Dzongsar Khyentse Rinpoche taken from Shakespeare

“How can you suffer because of something that doesn’t exist?” ~ Buddhist Monk I met in Nepal

“One step away from despair, one step away from Enlightenment.” ~ Dzongsar Khyentse Rinpoche

“The more and more you analyze, the less and less you understand.” ~ Jiddy Krishnamurti

“Die to the past every moment.” ~ Eckhart Tolle

“Every form is destined to dissolve again and ultimately nothing out here matters all that much. You have overcame the world as Jesus put it. Or as Buddha put it, you crossed over to the other shore.” ~ Eckhart Tolle

“We don’t have to search for light. There will be light when there is no darkness.” ~ Jiddy Krishnamurti

“They are seasons to our lives and painful times never last.” ~ Robin Sharma

“Practice acceptance.” ~ Eckhart Tolle

“Once you realize that a certain kind of food makes you sick, would you carry on eating that food and keep on asserting that it’s okay to be sick?” ~ Eckhart Tolle

“It is always darkest before the dawn.” ~ Proverb

“Fall seven times, stand up eight.” ~ Zen saying

“Do not oppose life and life will come to you.” ~ Eckhart Tolle

“’This is my secret,’ he said. ‘I don’t mind what happens.’” ~ Jiddu Krishnamurti

“If I do not know reality, the unknown, how can I search for it? Surely it must come but I cannot go after it. If I go after it I am going after something which is the known, projected by me; by my own mind.” ~ Jiddu Krishnamurti

“The law of detachment says that in order to acquire anything in the physical universe, you must relinquish your attachment to it.” ~ Deepak Chopra

“There is no need for conditions. One can be unconditionally happy.” ~ Osho

Make a Date

Make a date with your significant every week. My partner and I work two jobs each. Lucky for us, our second jobs are together, at a health club so it’s not that bad… BUT it’s still not quality time together.

Every Wednesday she teaches a class at the gym but I don’t work. I will stay home for a little “me” time  even though I love her class (and it kicks my ass) I know that “me” time is very important for everyone. “US” time is very important as well. Often couples just don’t make the time for themselves to enjoy each other’s company, have some fun, just reconnect.

Wednesday nights are our ‘date night’ and it can range from home cooked meals with a few hands of strip poker to going to the local family fun center and spending a few bucks just acting like kids. We’ve played hide-n-seek in the dark (fun with 5 felines who give your hiding space away), played videos games until our hands cramped, taken a hot bubble bath with wine – in red solo cups of course, tried new restaurants, shot a few rounds of pool & played arcade games like two young kids.

These types of things were done at the beginning of our relationship, you know, the “honeymoon” phase. But after nearly 12 years things got routine, boring and it really put a wedge in our relationship. But not anymore. Even on “non-date” nights, we spend time sitting together on the porch just talking, looking at the stars, laughing about videos online, or noshing on some ice cream.

Find that special night as often as you can, make the time. We both look forward to ‘hump’ day now for more than the obvious reasons.

I am NOT jealous of her “awesome fucking body”

Read this blog from elephant journal. I read it this morning and the way it made me feel is indescribable.

http://www.elephantjournal.com/2014/09/how-i-got-my-awesome-ing-body-jamie-poole/

I have struggled with body image from as far back as I can remember. I wasn’t a chubby kid but I wasn’t the thin kid either. I was a cheerleader for 15 years and I remember always being the base, I would tell myself it was because I was “solid, strong”… but in reality I wasn’t small, I wasn’t skinny enough for someone else to hold me.

I did all the horrendous things, starved myself, took every diet pill known to mankind, binge ate then vomited, took laxatives and just mentally beat myself up for the past 30 years. Even as an adult, I have struggled. Things just stick when you’re already self -conscientious about something. I recall getting fitted for my first prom dress. I was probably about a size 10 or 12. As I’m standing their with my mama, feeling beautiful & elated that I found the “perfect” dress, the seamstress is tugging across the back lace trying to get it to button. After a few more tugs she yells across the bridal store “Hey, we’re gonna have to take this one out a bit we have a linebacker here” Gasp. I was mortified. Which in reality that had nothing to do with my size, I have broad shoulders (physically speaking) and a good set of ta-tas. But, in my self loathing way, I beat myself up for being too fat to fit the dress.

When I became pregnant with my son, I weighed about 135. After many months of not knowing I had gestational diabetes, I began to blow up like a balloon. I peaked at 200 lbs when he was born, which was in the form of a C-section. I stayed at nearly 192 lbs for a good 6 or 7 years. Through weight watchers I slimmed down to 162, where I stayed until I filed for divorce. Through the stress of divorce, and realizing I’m single after 11 years of marriage, I choose to not eat as much as I should and got down to my normal weight again of 135, where I stayed for about a year.

I yo-yo’d for years but not in healthy ways, I’d drop fast and gain twice as fast. I already had uber stretchy skin from becoming a house when I was prego but the rollercoastering didn’t help one bit. My skin couldn’t keep up. I’ve researched tummy tuck more than Trump googles bankruptcy. I can’t afford it or the amount of time off. I’ve even thought “if I accidentally stab myself in the stomach I would have to get surgery and maybe they can just pull it tighter then”…. yes, my thinking is that flawed.

My single-dom didn’t last long (no really, it was 4 days later I met my partner) and within a year I was putting a few pounds on. Ya know, the good old “we’re fat so we must be happy” thinking. I was happy with my life and relationship and it showed more and more until I peaked again at 162. I wasn’t happy with myself at all & it affected me in many ways.

Approximately 5 years ago my partner became highly interested in physical fitness and decided she wanted to become a personal trainer. Well goodness knows she can’t have a lard ass for a partner! I had to do something. I fell in love with Zumba®, who knew that burning that many calories could be so fun?? So I became an instructor in 2011 & taught for the next 3 years. Things were not progressing as quickly a we both had planned so we started a stricter fitness journey… it was a journey that got off the beaten path quite a few times until about 2013 when we took on the T25 challenge. (Shaun T is a fucking rock star!) I had a wedding April 2014 that I was a bridesmaid in and I didn’t want to be the “fat bridesmaid” walking down the aisle. You know how people look at you “she’s pretty, she could just afford to lose a few pounds” look. Yea, I’ve seen it many times.

142. That was as low as I could get by wedding time. We were measuring food, measuring our waists, counting calories, working our asses off so I was proud of myself. We took body shot images every week. Front views and side views. Man is this a reality check even when you think you’re in shape. I still felt pretty good about myself and thought I looked decent in my dress, so I walked down that aisle with a little more confidence.

This brings me to where I can relate to this story a lot more, but not as damaging, I am not comparing my weight loss (the one to come) story with hers, my heart goes out to her and it actually made me sick to hear her friend say she wishes she could lose weight like that even AFTER she knew why. Shows just how obsessed we are.

Last year my relationship hit a real nasty patch. And without any warning my partner decided she needed a break to figure things out. Unfortunately, in her time of confusion and darkness she used the phrase “I just don’t feel an attraction to you anymore”… Ouch. Dagger through my heart… wish it had been my stomach (see twisted idea above)

Luckily, it was a short period of time (2 months) and we ended up working things out. I say “short” now but it felt like a lifetime. I starved, literally. I could not eat anything solid so I lived on Special K shakes and water. In 2 months, I went from 142 to 109 pounds.

I had to change out my entire closet 3 times to keep up with the weight loss. I was sickly & depressed. My energized personality was non-existent. I missed more than 2 weeks of work per month. I had dark circles, I was losing my hair, II caused nerve damage in my foot to where I couldn’t teach Zumba®, didn’t smile or laugh. I was a completely different person.

But, I would constantly get compliments about how amazing I looked, how skinny I was and how I was such a brave example of determination. Really? If they only knew. I work at a gym, people were calling me the poster child for motivation. I did workout a lot, it was the only thing from keeping me from total insanity, plus my partner works there too so it just meant I got to see her more if I was there.

I thought, damn I look good. I feel like shit and could care less what I look like but the fact that I was wearing a size 4 gave me something “good” to focus on. It didn’t matter that I had dizzy spells and passed out a few times, that I vomited more than I ate (not purposefully) and that 3 co-workers asked my boss if I was dying…. I was a mother fuckin’ size 4!

My thinking was as twisted as those who commended me on my new anorexic look. I didn’t care though, their compliments made me feel good when I was feeling the worst in my life. I took body shot pictures and I was like “damn!” I needed something, anything to help boost my ego, I had just been squashed by the one person who built my confidence for years and told me I was the most beautiful person no matter what size I was. Though it took awhile, I truly started to believe her. Then she dropped the bomb.

I am a recovering body image addict. I still struggle, I still analyze my physique every day, I still step on that scale more than I should and I still mentally beat myself for every pound that is over “my ideal” weight. I am 131, and not 100% happy. I promised myself that even when my life got it’s shit together & I was myself again I wouldn’t get heavy again. I would not get out of the 120’s. Damn it, I lied.

The days where I start mentally beating myself up, I have to sit down, take a deep breath and repeat what I said when I went thru this heart break. And that was “I’d rather be fat & happy then feel the way I do and be skinny”. Not saying I can’t have both, with hard work, HEALTHY hard work, I can stay in my goal range and be happy. And that’s my life goal for ME to be happy I have to have love, starting with myself. When you don’t love yourself it truly is hard to exude love onto others. I’m a work in progress & thought skinny was “nice” I’ll take healthy with a side of fries.

(the picture above is me. the left is where I weighed 142 for the wedding that I thought I Iooked pretty good for, the one on right is me, about 5 lbs ago)

ADOPT A SHELTER CAT MONTH

I’m sharing this because I’m a HUGE fan of adopting, not breeding. The ONLY part I don’t agree with is the “outdoor” living part. A pet is a family member. They don’t get chained up outside nor set free to run wild among feline haters, nasty children and other much larger animals.
I have rescued approximately 10 cats during my adulthood, 5 in which I still have. They live INSIDE, with ME, and sleep in a warm, safe atmosphere just like my kid does, because they too, are my children.
My point however is ADOPT! There are so many unwanted animals out there that didn’t ask to be born or let alone be discarded because much of the human race is ignorant.
Check your local shelters, do research. The feline rescue I use has us fill out applications and does home visits before hand. She’s thorough for a reason, because every cat she saves is now “family” to her until she can find their forever home.

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adopt a shelter cat month

3.4 million cats go into our nations shelters every year waiting to be adopted.  Of those cats, approximately 1.4 million are euthanized.  Instead of buying a cat, please go to your local shelter or ask your veterinarian about cats available for adoption.

The issue with the number of cats in shelters begins with irresponsible pet owners that release their unaltered (not spayed or neutered) cats to their local area.  An unsprayed female can produce one or two litters a year, with an average of 4 to 6 kittens per litter.  This process can begin a young as four to six months old.  Did you know the cost of spaying a cat is less than the cost of caring for a kitten in its first year?

These released cats, feral cats, are also causing a lot of damage to local wildlife. Cats have been named on the top 100 list for…

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