I didn't grown up in a town. I grew up in a field. Seriously. No neighbors my age to play with, no cable, no air conditioning. I had to entertain myself for the first 18 years of my life. Now that I'm grown, I live in the town of towns. My house is in town, I work in town, I hang with my townie friends in town, and I drink and eat in the town. I guess you could say that I wake up every morning with a hometown hangover.
So my work is doing this thing where they are posting weird facts on their website about their employees. I jokingly said I had once touched the Stanley Cup as my fun fact. Which is 100% true. However they asked for proof and also wanted to post the proof on their website. Of course I left out the fact that I touched the cup back in 1988. At lunch today I tore the closet apart removing years of luggage and other debris from on top of my large bin of scrap books and photos. I quickly located the picture and I must admit that the proof was even more amazing than I had remembered it.
So how could I keep this gem from my Townies?
Behold:
Check out the $12 ticket from section 47 for a game against Winnipeg March 26, 1988. And yes, that's Dave Brown's lap I'm rockin.
Check out the perm. I'm sure if my legs had been captured on film, you would have seen the perfectly pegged cuffs. I would have preferred having my pic taken with the love of my life and dream husband, Pelle Eklund, but alas, he was stationed behind some counter in the concession area giving out autographs (which I also scored). So I guess Dave Poulin had to do if it meant reaching the real prize: the cup.
So Beeps and I decided to lose some weight after lunching with some friends who swore to us that they are doing the South Beach Diet and are losing pounds safely and successfully. It was perfect timing for us. Our fridge was bare of almost all sweets, fruits and carbs (So I didn't need to feel guilty about throwing anything away) and I recently bought a bathing suit/ moomoo to cover my bulges should I happen to brave any type of public swimming situation. Plus, doing it together would be a huge incentive, especially since Beeps likes to snack on all sorts of carbs, chips, cookies, and although I don't often purchase those items at the supermarket, they somehow manage to sneak themselves into the house. Thus I partake.
We are in "Phase 1". This is where you cut out all sweets, sugar, carbs, fruit and {GASP!} alcohol. But I was determined and told Beeps that if he could do it, I could do it. The first week was hard (we started last Sunday) and we survived a friend's 40th b-day as well as the weekend. And we are still carb/ alcohol free. (Man, I'm dying for a glass of wine.) We still have one week to go, and if we made it through one, we can make it through one more.
I'm not sure I've lost any weight tho (Which is surprising since I seem to be eating very little compared to what I used to eat). But the book says you can lose between 8 and 15 pounds in Phase 1. So i'm optimistic. The good news is that I think I'm already a smarter eater overall. I understand the way carbs work and that will help me moderate my intake.
Right now tho, I'm getting a bit sick of eggs, chicken, fish, and veggies. I'm ready for some fruit. That's what I really miss. But after the 2 weeks I can start to introduce fruit back into my diet.
So regardless of whether I lose the weight, I have learned the following:
1. Waking up on the weekend without a hangover is nice and you get so much more done. 2. Club soda with lime is rather refreshing when you're desperate. 3. Watching other people get drunk is pretty funny. 4. The spray version of cooking oils, salad dressings, and butter, aren't as bad as they sound (For the environment tho, now that's debatable). 5. Counting nuts is annoying. 6. Low fat string cheese is an amazing invention. 7. I still don't know what is in those artificial sweeteners, and I never want to find out. 8. Getting old is hard. 9. I'm jonesing really hard for a large Dunkin Donuts iced mocha latte.
And finally, 10. Despite the inhuman amounts of vegetables I have consumed in the past week, I haven't pooped in days.
So that's that. I'll be sure to keep you all posted about the diet in the coming days (as I'm sure you'll be anxiously awaiting my next bowel movement.)
Sunday I went to dinner at my in-laws'. Beeps' sister Leigh was in from Las Vegas and she asked if I had been reading the Stephenie Meyer Twilight series. As you may have read in my profile, JDizzle doesn't read. I takes too long and in most cases I get 100 or so pages in and put it down never to pick it up again. But I value Leigh's opinion and thought I'd pick up the first novel and see if I liked it. Even tho Leigh warned me that each novel was around 500 pages. "Crap. Even worse." I thought. "But what the hey, she said it was an easy read and the pages would fly by."
Well that was Sunday and today I have about 100 pages left in the first novel. I'm addicted to say the least!!!!
I know I'm probably late on the scene here. Apparently there's a HUGE Twilight following, Stephenie Meyer has reached JK Rowling-like status, and I'm just getting on the bus.
If you are also new on the scene, here's the scoop (and I'll try not to spoil anything):
Imagine you are a high school junior who leaves her Mother back in Arizona to go live with your father, a cop, in the dreary Pacific Northwest.
Now imagine you start your first day of school and everyone is new and mysterious, especially a group of kids who tend to be loners but who are stunningly angelic in their beauty.
Now imagine that the most beautiful of them, a boy named Edward Cullen, becomes strangely infatuated with you. His skin is a translucent marble, his eyes change color from deep onyx to gold, his hair is a disheveled golden-brown, and his gaze is penetrating.
You are also drawn to him; but you don't know why. You befriend him but he hides a dark secret and is battling with his own internal desires that could either bring you closer together or tear you apart.
Now imagine he looks like this:
I'm in total LIKE!
It's like Dawson's Creek meets The Dark Knight. And it's fabulous!
The first novel Twilight is being made into a motion picture that comes out in December and I guarantee that I will be one of the first in line. Here's a teaser trailer. Enjoy.
Check out the perm. I'm sure if my legs had been captured on film, you would have seen the perfectly pegged cuffs. I would have preferred having my pic taken with the love of my life and dream husband, Pelle Eklund, but alas, he was stationed behind some counter in the concession area giving out autographs (which I also scored). So I guess Dave Poulin had to do if it meant reaching the real prize: the cup.
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