Confessions on a Wed. Morning

1.I was internally cranky all day long yesterday.

(Internal cranky means you think ugly things inside while smiling

and being polite on the outside so people don't see your crankiness)

2. I ate a piece of big old piece of cake while watching

the Biggest Loser on TV last night.

There is something seriously disturbed about that.

3. I secretly hoped that when my friend Debbie came to visit this past weekend

(she moved to Montana this past March)

that she would realize how much she missed Texas,

missed her friends, missed her home,

missed our church, missed ME that she would want to move back.

That's not very nice. :(

4. The candy from my training this past weekend that

I left in my office is almost totally gone.
And not because I threw it away or gave it away.
Sigh.

5. I am totally out of checks and it took me FOUR separate trips to our banks

website before I could figure out where the heck to click to order checks

r.i.d.i.c.u.l.o.u.s.

Confession is good for the soul...........so now it's your turn.

True Confession Saturday

The two weeks before school starts are always such a crazy time of year.

No matter how prepared I try to get ahead of time,
(and trust me, I DO try)
life seems to just go
crazy crazy crazy!

Since I started a new job a few weeks ago, this year has been exceptionally crazy! I love love love my new job but definitely feel like I have been running around like a chicken with my head cut off most of the time.

Although I've been working very hard and very long days, I've definitely been a slacker on some things. They say confession is good for the soul, so........

Hello, my name is Shannon and I am a big old SLACKER.

1. Thursday my lunch was a brownie. Dinner that night was a pretzel at the movies. (yea for carbs!)
   
2. I have not been to the gym in two weeks. (this WILL change on Monday)
   
3. My pants are feeling the effects of #1 and #2.
   
4. I have 398 blogs to read on my bloglines page. I'm thinking of just clicking on all of them so that will go away because I don't see anytime in the near future that I will have time to do read that many blogs.
   
5. I have not vacuumed or mopped the floors in my house in almost two weeks. I'm thinking I could make a mid sized dog with the hair that is in the corners around the house.
   
6. With the exception of one day when I was simply too busy to make it happen, every day this week has been a 2 Sonic drink day. I'm thinking Diet Coke may be running in my veins at this point.
   
7. My closet looks like an atom bomb went off inside it. Clothes everywhere, shoes all over the place, and bags, bags, and more bags!
   
8. In the last two weeks alone I've sent 467 work emails.
   
9. My shower is so in need of a serious cleaning that although the glass is clear, you would think by looking at it that it was indeed frosted. (why does anyone ever put clear glass on a shower anyway? seriously....who wants to see all that?)
   
10. Although I have not found the time, energy, or inclination to go to the gym, read blogs, vacuum and mop, clean my closet, OR clean my shower, I have found the time and energy to play Rummikub almost every single night with my sweet family. Priorities people. Priorities.

Okay....misery loves company, so now it's your turn.

Please make me feel like I am not alone by telling me one of your confessions.

Surely I am not the only slacker around. Right?

For those that think I have it all together- HA!

Here is what my closet looks like this morning:

Here is what my pantry looks like this morning:

As the result of a new job for next year, my classroom is full of boxes- both empty and half full.
I have to pack up my things to take home with me, the things to take to my new office(s), as well as the entire classroom that I am leaving- because it is also moving.
Packing + moving + a hurt back= :(

Although I DID amazingly avoid opening and scarfing down the large box of Godiva that a student gave me yesterday morning
(I ended up giving it to a sweet friend to give to his girlfriend with strict instructions NOT to tell her where it came from)
I did in fact eat all sorts of crap I should NOT have- not limited to but including:
Sour Patch kids, Cracker Jacks, trail mix, and a Bliss bar.
When my shorts don't fit this summer there will be no question as to why huh?

I have not visited the gym in WEEKS AND WEEKS due to my back and hip issues. They are killing me all the time and I am tired of hurting, tired of saying I am hurting, tired of pretending that I am NOT hurting. I PROMISE to go to the doctor next week. Cannot stand it anymore.

In the midst of all the insanity that the end of school always brings, I've spent entirely too much time watching and reading everything I can about Jon and Kate Plus 8. It was so bad that on Monday night after the premiere- I could not go to sleep for worrying about them and their poor kids. I even DREAMED about them. Insanity.

So there you have it.

I'm a mess.
A big stinkin' mess.

What about you?

True Confessions

I've been a loyal Weight Watchers follower and lifetime member for the last 7+ years since I lost 60+ pounds on their program. WW works for me- sometimes as a weight loss plan and others as a maintenance plan. I love it because it's simple, holds me accountable, and has truly become a way of life for me. I loved it so much that for several years after becoming a life time member, I worked there and loved every second of it.

For those of you unfamiliar with WW, it's very simple. Basically, all foods have a points value, you have a certain number of points per day (based on your weight and if you are trying to lose or maintain) and you count your food as you go. As a bonus, if you exercise you get to deduct points. Simple isn't it?

One of my favorite things about WW is that no food is totally off limits. Want pizza? If you have the points, you can eat it. Not a lot of it, but you can eat it. Once you learn the amount of points in something, you think of all food in terms of points. It becomes a game of........is it worth it? Yes, I can eat a shake from Sonic but why would I when it's 17 points and an ice cream cone from McDonald's is only 3 and just about as good?

Because I think the accountability piece of WW is part what works so well for me I typically send my points twice a day to my sweet friend Dory (bless her heart). Usually right after lunch and then again at the end of the day I email her my points for the day. It may seem silly but knowing that I am going to have to write down that I ate something often makes me think twice about eating it. Plus Dory always harasses me about not eating enough protein- which I need and don't eat nearly enough of.

So with that explanation in mind- plus the knowledge that I try to eat between 20-25 points per day, here is my actual points email to Dory yesterday morning:

Friday-
CANDY + some other stuff - 3 exercise points = 999, 997 points

Sat.-
CANDY + some other stuff - 2 exercise points= 999,998 points

Sun.-
CANDY + some other stuff -0 exercise points= 1,000,000 points

Monday
1 pt English muffins= 1

-3 exercise points

total= -2

Halloween candy is evil I tell you.

E-V-I-L.

Hello, My Name is Boring

I went to the eye doctor last week and then went to pick out a new pair of glasses. I was excited about getting new glasses and knew I wanted black glasses (one year I get brown, the next black- so I always have a pair of each) and that I wanted a more rectangular than round frame.

So I spent over an hour trying on pair after pair after pair of glasses. I deliberated for a long time before finally deciding on a pair that I absolutely loved.

I was so excited when I picked them up and I couldn't wait to show them to my family.

So I showed them to Honey who said...............

Those are nice honey but don't they look like your old ones?

Then I sent a picture of them to Dory who said...............

They look a lot like your old ones don't they?

Then I sent a picture to Maddie on her phone and she said............

They look just like your old ones.


At this point I was a little irritated and kept insisting that the two pairs were totally different and that no one was really paying attention. To be honest I was a little sad that no one liked them as much as I did.

Sunday at church when I asked Debbie what she thought about them and she said..............

If you hadn't told me they were new, I would have thought that they were your old ones

I began to wonder if maybe they were right.


So on the way home from church I took a picture of me wearing my old glasses and a picture of me wearing my new glasses.

old glasses

new glasses

And I realized that they were right.

I picked out almost the exact same glasses.

Good night nurse...........could I be any more boring?

Once Upon a Time............

Once upon a time there was an oldish girl.

She got the ridiculous and insane notion that taking an adult hip hop class would be loads of fun.

Somehow in her excitement she forgot that:

a. she's oldish

b.she has ZERO rhythm. ZERO.

c. the class is at 8:45pm, a time when she usually is in her pajamas and ready for bed

d. she's super stinkin' busy

And so the oldish girl ended up missing the 1st class due to illness and the 3rd AND 4th classes because she was out of town.

She did attend the 2nd class where she was hands down the WORST hip hopper EVER.

Seriously.

She stood behind a super sweet friend (who is GOOD at hip hop) so that she wouldn't see herself in the mirror. She knew she was BAD but didn't need to see proof of her lack of dance ability.

The teacher was sweet, her friends were fun, and the music was great- but man she SUCKED.

Big time.

And so the oldish girl decided to face reality.

The reality that she liked the thought of taking hip hop class much more than she actually liked taking hip hop.

She wasn't good at it and she didn't have time or the energy for it.

And so the girl took the easy way out and she emailed (thank goodness for email) the dance studio and became a Hip Hop Drop Out.

And she lived happily ever after.

The end.

Falling OFF the Wagon

So I went to the grocery store on Sunday with every intention of NOT buying any more shampoo or conditioner.

After my confession last week, and all the comments from friends and family- I decided to go cold turkey.

NO more shampoo and conditioner.

As I walked into the store with my coupon binder and blue Kroger bags, I truly thought to myself............

Now Shannon, you do not need any more shampoo or conditioner. If you buy any Honey and Maddie will harass you to death and you so do not need that. So.......just say NO!

So I quickly went up and down the aisles checking things off of my list and finding coupons for those items that were on sale. I finished fairly quickly and found myself at the end of the store in the hair care aisle.

Now I honestly just went down the aisle to LOOK.

Not to buy.

Seriously.

But when I looked at my coupons for shampoo and found a Buy One Get One Free coupon for Loreal shampoo and conditioner- which was also on SALE, I hesitated.

I picked up a bottle of shampoo and a bottle of conditioner and stood there in the aisle for several minutes debating.

Should I buy them?

Or should I put them back?

Should I buy them and hide them in my car so Honey wouldn't see them and take them in the house later?

Or should I put them back?

I even took a picture and was about to send it to Dory as a cry for help- but I knew she would talk me out of it- since we have already discussed my problem at length.

So I did not send the picture.


Finally the addiction became too strong and I could not longer resist.

I placed them in my cart and went to check out.

I drove home, grabbed a few bags out of the trunk and went inside- passing Honey on the way out to my car to get the rest of the groceries.

In an instant it dawned on me............he was going to see proof of my falling off the wagon.

I yelled....................

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! I'll get the rest of the groceries!!! GO GO GO GO GO sit down- really- I'll do it!!!!!!

Of course he went to the trunk, grabbed the remaining bags and brought them inside shaking his head disgustedly and said.................

You did it again didn't you? You bought MORE shampoo and conditioner didn't you?

I tried to justify my purchase but it was all for naught.

My name is Shannon and I am an addict.

Coming Clean

I am so very embarrassed to tell you that I have an addiction.

Well, ok, another addiction (other than my Sonic addiction).

I've tried to trick myself for weeks and weeks into believing that I don't really have a problem, that it's merely a figment of my imagination but it's a fact I can no longer deny.

When I realized that I was hiding this from my family- for fear of ridicule or embarrassment- I knew it had turned from a mere passion into a serious problem.

When my hiding place became full and I had to find another hiding place, I knew I had a problem.

When Honey saw me doing this again and said "Tell me that's not what I think it is?" and shook his head in disgust- I knew I was an addict.

When Maddie saw me doing this again and said "Mom, not again!" I knew I was in serious trouble.

When both Honey and Maddie spent the entire drive to and from church ridiculing me about this addiction-seriously giving me a really hard time- I knew that my little fun had turned into something much more serious.

When I realized that I could not control myself- that I simply HAD to do this, I knew I had a problem.

I know that the first step is admitting you have a problem so I'm here today to come clean.

My name is Shannon and I am addicted.

Addicted to buying shampoo and conditioner using coupons.

And here is the proof.

Anyone know of a good rehab?

PS Does anyone need any shampoo or conditioner?

PPS Don't be surprised to find a bottle of shampoo and/or conditioner in your Christmas present this year. :)

True Confession Friday

This is my closet this morning.
How pitiful and messy is that?



I ate cake for dinner last night.
Granted it was Weight Watchers Celebration Cake, but it was CAKE.
Cake for dinner.
Shameful.
(Just so you know, I did feed my family a normal, non-cake meal)



I've only been to the gym twice this week.
Only twice and my 20th high school reunion is in a month and a half.
Great.



I bought some M&M's to use in a recipe.
The other night- in a stress induced haze- I opened the bag and began to eat them.
And eat them.
And eat them.
And eat them.
The sad thing is................I really don't even like M&M's.
So finally I knew that if I didn't do something drastic, I was going to eat the whole stinkin bag. So I took the bag to Honey and said..........
"I don't care what you do with these, but do something with them so that I will stop eating them."
And bless his sweet heart, he just took them, smiled and said
"Sure Honey".



I have not been doing a good job this week keeping up with sweeping my beautiful new floors. As a result, there is enough dog hair under the couch and in the corners of my living room to make a small dog.
Maybe even a medium sized dog.
And because I can't stand to see all that yucky hair, in the evenings I have only been turning on one lamp in the living room and I try not to look down so I can pretend it isn't there.


I am so thankful that.....................

Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.

They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.

Lamentations 3:22-23