See Hear Speak No Evil

so i’m gonna do something tonight that i’ve never done before. run a 5k. bridge ran a 5k, and you can see her post here…

this 5k starts at 530 in the evening and the path will be lit with farolitos (or luminarias). traditional new mexican holiday decorations consisting of paper bags filled with sand and a lit candle. they’re quite beautiful and outline a whole slew of buildings and pathways at this time of year. unfortunately, the makers of crap have capitolized on the whole thing and now you can purchase farolitos make of fake plastic bags and lights. CRAP i tell you! quit being so lazy and just light your own.

anywho- i’ll be sure to let all ya’ll know how the race goes. as long as i finish it, i’m good. but my goal is to run it in less than 35 minutes…

so wish me luck and happy sunday!

Bridge’s STATS

Starting Weight: 164
Current Weight: 153.4

Weight Lost to Date: 10.8 (+.5)
Inches Lost to Date: 13 (+2.5)

This week I really haven’t lost very much weight. Only 1/2 of a pound, but I did lose 2.5 inches. Any progress in the right direction is great for me.

Now just about me… I want to tell you all again thank you for supporting my decision to take a break from blogging to get stuff done. I should be back by early next week. I have got most of my stuff done, but not all of it. I also have a wedding this weekend to attend. After that I should be free to catch up and maybe start bloging again. Once again… thank you.

Bridge’s STATS

Starting Weight: 164
Current Weight: 153.8

Weight Lost to Date: 10.4 (+3)
Inches Lost to Date: 10.5 (+2.75)

This week I have done really well. Not because I’ve been dieting really well, but because my body decided to dump the weight or something. Maybe it is the stress. Anyways, I am pleased.

I warned you that I needed help right?

Anyways…

Bridge’s STATS

Starting Weight: 164
Current Weight: 156.8

Weight Lost to Date: 7.4 (+.6)
Inches Lost to Date: 7.75 (+1.5)

It’s going down… slightly. I can admit that part of the inches lost was my chest. /sigh. Yes… my chest is getting smaller. I am thinking that every inch down is a step in the right direction. I am just scared I’ll cheat and won’t keep going. Please cheer me on.

On another note… I did have a beer instead of dinner last night. I had a stressful session at work and needed something to take my mind off of it. I hope that didn’t deter my weight loss.

Diet is a four letter word in my mind. Ever more so than the “F bomb” or the “H E double toothpick” word. Yet, I am on one again. I’ve actually been on this diet for three weeks. So far I have lost 6.6 lbs.

You may wonder if this is good?

It’s alright. Let’s be honest now. Right before I went on this diet I gained a few pounds. Plus my weight was inflated since it was also right before my period (TMI?), but I am going to count it anyways. I got on my scale and that is what I weighed. /sigh

If I proceed to my final goal I will need to lose another 35.4 lbs. This will probably put me into a size 2 or 4. It was also my high school weight. It is pretty ambitious, but I am dedicated and ready. Anything is better than nothing right?

Bridge’s STATS
Age: 32
Height: 5′3″
Current Size: 12
Goal Size: 6
Starting Weight: 164
Current Weight: 157.4
First Goal Weight:149
Second Goal Weight:140
Third Goal Weight:135
Fourth Goal Weight: 130
Final Goal Weight: 122
Weight Lost to Date: 6.6
Inches Lost to Date: 6.25

Actually posting this post is a little too humiliating and honest to me. By actually writing it down and publishing it, I feel depressed. For years now I’ve been depressed about my weight. I need help. I swear every time I get ready to diet I get people that try to sabotage my efforts. An example is my mom. The week I started on my diet she called me every single day to invite me to lunch and then told me she forgot when I reminded her I was on a diet. I almost need to disappear for a few months so I can actually do this for myself.

For exercise I’ve been walking with my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law, and I plan on starting to run by myself this week. For diet I am doing Medifast. On Medifast you eat six times a day. Five of the meals are their packaged liquid meals, and then you eat one lean and green meal. For calories it is somewhere around 1200 calories. It is also low in carbohydrates. So far I am not hungry at all. I actually have to force myself in eating the 6 meals. I’ve also given up drinking beer. I’ve had a few beers at a wedding I went to Oregon for, but besides that I have had none. I’ve done well so far.

I’ll keep you all posted every week (unlucky you) so I can keep going. I hope you all can help me get to my goal!

over the past 12-18 months, i’ve really fallen in love with the mojito. it’s just that delicious. i’ve experimented with the recipe and i’ve finally settled on one that’s fabulous enough to share - and it deserves its own post. so…this recipe makes mojitos for a crowd. if you want to make a single mojito, a glass at a time, the best recipe is on the bacardi website (must be 21 to enter - LOL), but this is seriously the best way to make them…

jessie’s mojitos for a crowd

1 12-oz can frozen limeade
2 cups sugar
4 cups water

mix this together until the sugar dissolves, pour into a 1-gallon freezer bag. freeze overnight. (you don’t have to freeze this in advance if you don’t have time, but you won’t need to add ice to serve if you do it this way…)

you’ll also need:

1-2 bunches of fresh mint (don’t skip this ingredient - it’s a critical part of the mojito)
6 limes (or more if you want more)
1 fifth of bacardi white rum
1 2-liter bottle of diet sprite
1 1-liter bottle of club soda

remove the mint from the stems, discard any discolored leaves and put in the bottom of a large punchbowl. slice three limes into slices or small wedges and toss them in top of the mint. juice the other three limes into the bowl. using a large spoon or a potato masher, crush the mint, juice and limes together to release the flavor of the mint. when you are ready to serve, take the frozen limeade mix from the freezer and add it to the bowl, crushing it into a slush with the spoon or potato masher. add the rum, the sprite and the club soda and stir well. make sure you have a designated driver and ENJOY!!

you can add strawberries or raspberries for a twist if you’d like. and if you want to make it non-alcoholic (who would want to do that?), use 1-2 liters of ginger ale in place of the rum.

Monday, the day to remember people who have died that had a huge impact on your life (not their death, but them…), was a beautiful, but toasty day here in ABQ.

Because of this, JEB and I decided to go swing a couple ‘a rackets around and get me re-integrated into the game that the rich love to play with the pure white shorts, white shoes, white visors, while the women wear tiny skirts. Oh, alright. Tennis isn’t just for the richy’s anymore. Anyone with a racket, a couple of ‘Made in Taiwan’ neon yellow balls and a pension for saying things like ‘nice shot Chauncy’ and ‘that’s a wonderful backhand, Mimsy’ can play.

I’d guess it’s been about 10 years since I last played tennis. Jess and I used to play quite often back in our small burg because it was either that or do something very stupid and often destructive. Tennis it was!

With that in mind, JEB and I hit the courts.

My serve was off a bit, but I can still overhand it. But by no means can I ace it or make someone jump because the ball is headed their way so fast they think it’s going to leave a nasty bruise if it hits them. /sigh

We’re getting our volleying (yeah, Jess, I know it’s not a real word but I’m using it anyway) on and almost ready to start a real game. YIPEE!

I’m going for a ball that was probably WAY out of reach and POP! POP! POP! (that’s the sound my ankle made as it twisted).

Hang on. This trash bag full ‘o ice is about to spew cold water all over my couch… done! Another successful one-legged navigation around my place. Hold on while I give myself a pat on the back.

Anywho- as it turns out. When you hear 3 POPs! as your ankle is twisting outward, it’s not such a good sign for the state of said joint. It kinda messes up your chances of walking for awhile.

So, being the resourceful gal that I am. I called some people who are in good with some doctors. Those doctors told me what they would do if I went to see them (and it was WAY cheaper than actually going to see them) and when I reported back, they told me to ice and see how it was in the morning.

So I did. Hey, those guys pay a shit ton of money to learn to do what they do. Plus, I have beers with these people, so I trust them.

The next day, the swelling had not gone down so, off to Urgent Care (someone had to cart my wounded ass… my car is a standard. No driving that thing w/only one foot. /sigh). Where they x-rayed me, told me it wasn’t broken but that my ligaments were no where near their normal state, put an air cast on, handed over some crutches and insisted I make an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon (e.g., a specialist).

Yeah. That appointment is next week. Until then. I’m the gimpy one. Bitching about how those god damn crutches are NOT comfortable on the pits and the air cast is WAY TO HOT and WHY CAN’T SOMEONE JUST CUT OFF MY FOOT ALREADY?

Oh, I’ve got photo goodness for you people. But if you’re easily queasy by nasty bruises and ankles swelled so much they remind you of a lady who’s 9 months pregnant and retaining 75 gallons of water, you should stop here.

But seriously, I’ve been reflecting (because I’ve been working from home and I don’t have cable TV so get VERY bored) and have to wonder, yet again, if I should really, really stop being mean to people. It’s not like I flatten people’s tires or egg new paint jobs. I just talk a LOT of shit (this is why I’m not ’speak no evil’).

Or maybe I’m just very klutzy and have to get over it already.

Either way, this shit sucks and I’m NOT HAPPY. Summer just started! I had camping and hiking and running and biking and tennis. Now I’ve got sitting on my ass (or laying, more appropriately, gotta keep this baby elevated) when I’m home, and being stuck in the office to look forward to.

Sounds like and AWESOME summer to me.

Thank the pedicure Gods that I recently got a pedicure. The size of my feet and ankles are usually like the one on the right.

This is what the inside of my foot looks like. I didn’t know my body could make colors like this.

This is the outside of my foot. If you’ll notice, the bruising extends half way up my calf.

Good times. Good times.

Well, it’s time to go sit in the shower. If anyone is looking for a good vacation spot, maybe one where you want to volunteer to help someone. Let me know. My house is getting quite messy and dishes are piling up.