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16 juni 2018

I got the black cod at Morimoto today. Low carb and omegas

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15 juni 2018

20 days to vacation. I have been out of the country before but it was always by boat. This will be my first time traveling internationally via airplane. I am both excited and nervous.

My friend threw a pool party last night and I was the only adult that got into the pool. I received a couple of comments about my physique "you're ripped" and "that's how you keep that awesome body." I hope my appearance doesn't deter anyone from participating in activities. That would break my heart. I hope it was just that the pool was a little cool.

I brought a veggie salad that hardly anyone ate, brought it home and my husband devoured it while playing his video game. He kept telling me how good it was and me: "I know, you are preaching to the choir here!" A lot of my friends "don't eat vegetables", which is just insane to me. I couldn't live without vegetables. We go out to eat and a good portion of them order burgers and fries "hold the produce." Again, me: "I'll take their produce." At the party I had some rum and La Croix, a hamburger patty with mustard and a pile of the veggie salad. Delicious and filling. I ended up getting a workout in when I got home too. Boy, those ab exercises and burpees seem way easier after the rum kicks in, haha!

All of the warning lights on the dash went off this morning, figures considering our appointment for the vehicle is today. Happy Friday everyone! We have reservations at Morimoto for Father's Day and we are all pretty excited about it. Scale down another pound this morning.

Vikt:	Tappat hittills:	Kvarvarande:	Kosten följs:
55,8 kg	12,9 kg	0 kg	Ganska bra

(13 kommentarer) Tappar 3,8 kg per vecka

14 juni 2018

Vikt:	Tappat hittills:	Kvarvarande:	Kosten följs:
56,3 kg	12,4 kg	0 kg	Ganska bra

(1 kommentar) Tappar 1,3 kg per vecka

13 juni 2018

Scale was down a little this morning. I was a good girl yesterday.

About a week and a half ago I had a gnawing gut feeling that my vehicle was going to need to be replaced soon. I cannot justify or prove it. I tried to ignore it. A little background on the matter, when my girls were small and we rescued a puppy, I wanted an SUV. We were house poor and bought a slightly used Chevy Blazer. The thing kept dying when idling. This was pre-cell phone era for a family of modest means, so when it died we were basically sitting ducks for some type of accident. We had it “fixed” multiple times. On the 4th time dying in the middle of a busy intersection with both of my small children in it with me, I went home, sat on the living room floor and cried. I’m not even sure why I ended up on the living room floor. My raw and exhausted emotion took over my entire being and some natural instinct caused me to surrender right then and there. I am not a crier. I don’t cry when I’m sad or when I’m mad. I usually just run and work whatever it is out in my brain. I give it to God. I am strong.

On rare occasions, I will cry from happiness if the hard work and devotion of someone pays off. I don’t even have to know the person. It could be something as simple as an athlete on tv winning the gold because their family sacrificed and they put in hours upon hours, upon weeks and months of practice. That might make me tear up but being sad doesn’t. On that day, while I sat on the floor uncharacteristically crying, my husband walked through the door took one look at me and said, “What do we need to do?” I told him that the Chevy had died again and I had to have it towed home. He scooped me up and off to the dealerships we went. I sat in many different vehicles but the moment my butt hit the seat of the Highlander, I knew it was perfect. I had purchased a Toyota truck with my hard earned savings when I was 20 and loved that thing until I had to sell it, in order to afford to stay home with my youngest for a couple of months after she was born. I was so sad when we sold it, I couldn’t even watch it drive away. So, we bought the Highlander new and 232,000 miles later, it was one of the very best decisions we have ever made. It has been a phenomenally reliable vehicle.

Fast forward to about a week and a half ago when something in my core was nagging at me to go look at vehicles. Two days ago I asked the Mr. if we should go shop around a bit, since we both had the day off. He didn’t disagree and we went to Carmax to look around. I don’t really have my heart set on anything, I just want better gas mileage. All my baby birds have flown, so I just need a commuter until I can retire and buy my dream Camaro. My husband is over 6ft tall and weighs upwards of 250, so finding a vehicle that fits us both is a challenge. We didn’t find anything perfect that day and he recommended that we wait until September to get really serious about buying something.

Yesterday, on the drive home from work…he looked down at the dashboard and said, “Oh no.” Me: “What?” Him: “Four lights just came on at all once.” I arched my body over and stretched my neck as far as I could to try and see the light show. Nope, I’m too short. I can’t see them. We are stuck in gridlock. I almost started down the path of panic and I reminded myself that it was out of my control, I gave it to God. Traffic finally started moving and we were able to pull over safely into a neighborhood. We pulled out the manual and were unable to make heads or tails out of what could possibly be wrong. The idle was fine, the temperature was fine, no smoke, and no obvious signs of anything breaking. We have two choices for our commute: a gridlocked awful freeway or a rolling country road with steep cliffs and very little in the way of pullouts. Do we dare gamble? If you get stuck on the country road, you are what they call FUBAR. There are so many people that drive too quickly and the thing is full of blind curves. I could tell that my husband was getting more and more irritated by the minute, so after reading a couple of message boards and seeing people have similar lights pop up without an issue of safety, we headed down the country road. We made it home safely and tried all of the recommended “fixes” we could find.

Unfortunately, all the lights remain illuminated. So, today, I scheduled an appointment to bring it in for service. I have no idea how much it will cost. I have no idea if it will get us from A to B until that appointment. That crazy inexplicable gut feeling I had to purchase something asap? I probably should have listened to it better.

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12 juni 2018

I'm here, holding myself accountable. I ate wayyyyy, way, way too much pirate's booty last night. I helped dig a 3 foot wide and 5 foot deep hole on Sunday and got so sun burnt. Between the sunburn, losing one of my favorite employees tomorrow, and knowing I had to return to work the next day - I kind of drowned my sorrows into that bag of salty treats. Scale didn't let me forget it this morning. I got a workout in, but not enough to combat the damage done on the couch. Gotta fix it today.

Hope everyone has a great week!

Vikt:	Tappat hittills:	Kvarvarande:	Kosten följs:
56,7 kg	12,0 kg	0 kg	Ganska bra

(1 kommentar) Ökar 2,2 kg per vecka

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