Bret pulled a Donner party on everyone!

The word of today, children: projection.

I didn't do jack this week in regards to my blogging blobs journey, and I blame the weather and TBM.  You see, TBM went out of town this week for work, and we both know that when he goes, I eat like a five year old.  (I eat like a ten year old when he's here).

Not a whole lot, just what I do eat is generally junk.  So this week my diet consisted of: instant mashed potatoes, a few leftovers, and peanut butter sandwiches. Why the huge range?

That's the second part: the weather. Now, I know that the rest of the country has had it a lot worse than my part of south Texas, but you would have thought that the world ended this week.  We stayed in the low 20s for most of the week, and while Chicago and the rest of the north would think it was a brisk day, what did we do?  Institute rolling blackouts because the infrastructure couldn't handle everyone turning their heater all the way up to 80.  I didn't go to the grocery store, because I didn't want to get stuck in a huge warehouse with no lights (too many zombie movies). And I didn't bother going to the gym , because I didn't want to do a youtube worthy fall of the treadmill when it randomly stopped.

Why didn't I play the Wii?  Because I was holed up in our guest bedroom, because it was the only room in the house that could stay over 65.  Downstairs wasn't an option.

Today, we've even managed to accumulate an inch of snow and the whole city has shut down.  You see, we generally get about half an inch of snow annually, so now, all the major highways are shut down, they had to send for ice trucks from god knows where, and the news anchors are screaming "For the love of all that is holy, please stay home!  You can't stop on the roads!  Breaks are useless!  God has called down his judgment on us!" 

Or something like that.

So, I'm a fat ass, but in the true American way, I claim, it's not my fault.

(Ok, ok, I know it's my fault, but the poor, pitiful, me route isn't as funny). 

I really do promise I'm not dead!

Witless Exposition says:
I've really got to stop this pattern I'm in or everyone's going to start thinking that TBM has killed me, put me in the bed, and every night does terrible, unspeakable things to my corpse...or something like that.

This week has been fairly good.  I'm pretty proud of myself in that I had to bake two cakes, but managed to only give in to one slice.  But the leftover frosting in the fridge...that's been more of a challenge.

In terms of fitness, we've managed to go to the gym twice, and through lots of panting and hard work, I'm actually burning more calories on the treadmill than when we were going more regularly.  It is still a bit discouraging when everyone around me is going 3-5 mph, but my poor short legs will only go up to 2.7.  I've even gone so far as to time my steps with the rail thin, tall orange woman beside me and my 2.7 was equal to her 3.8.  So that's got to mean something, right?

So you know know that there's a Wii in the Bear household now.  I've started pretty obsessively testing my "Wii age" on the sports game.  I know that it's not 100% accurate, because simply knowing how the mini-games work will boost your score, but happily I've been improving my age every time.

I think that's a pretty good learning curve for about a week, right?

Slightly Disappointing Says...

I always figured if Bear did more unspeakable things to your corpse you would both weigh a little less.

There's an App For That

Vodka Says: So it's Tuesday...

And I know I forgot to post last week. But that's okay because hasn't "No pee pee" Bret missed like weeks on end? I'm going to say yes. And Lor agrees.

So, I've been super productive on the diet front. I got that Zumba wii thingy, so I've also been "working out".

I got an iPhone as a Christmas/3 Kings Day/Valentine's Day/Birthday/Graduation present. And there's this nifty App. It's called "Lose It". So I started using it and it's helped me drop 2 pounds in the past 2 weeks. It helps you count calories in and calories burnt... it's pretty cool. But I know that as soon as I go to school (today) I'm going to eat more calories than I burn... which means I fail. But I need to start being serious about this... my friend's wedding is a little over a year away. And I've barely made a dent in the blobby-ness.


No Pee Pee Bret Says: Don't worry about it Lily, it's not like you are getting married.  Ever.


Vodka says: :( womp womp