"Free" Day

There are a few things in life that are unfair, and it is part of life:

Be confident in yourself ... Be humble

Give money to the poor ... Don't give the bum money for his crack

Don't run faster than ye are able ... You can never give enough service

etc., etc.

And finally the two that have been driving me the most crazy lately and I will start with one that needs little discussion: 

Food that isn't good for you makes you feel sick after you eat it.

Brady and I have been trying to stick to the "Body For Life" diet for the last little bit, and it include a "free" day where you can literally eat as much and whatever you want.  7 Big Macs?  Sure.  And super size those please.

Today was one of those days, so of course, we went to the Golden Corral, glorious restaurant of dreams.  Its every dieters dream land, or candy land.

...For a gluttonous hour...

Then the pain beings.  Stomach cramps, grumpy

 mood, bloating, lack of energy, self-hate, a

nd the inevitable terrible rest of the day.  Was it worth it?  Is it worth it?  I'm starting to think not.  Maybe the occasional Snickers Bar, or the Western 6 Dollar Burger from Carl's Junior, but I think it is decided, no more feasts.

The second life contradiction that I face regards those that I call, "the skinnies." 

 You know them too.  They eat whatever they want, have a hard time gaining weight if they are trying to, and this often leads to a lack of interest in their food.

The reason that I am so "chewingly challenged" is because I have a hard time losing weight.  The only way that I can is to stick to a strict 1400 or less calorie intake a day, cardio exercise for 1-2 hours daily, and supplements to put the cherry on the top.

The just don't care, cause take it or leave it, food isn't a dramatic time for them, the skinnies, as it is for us, the chewingly challenged.

The less you care about food, the more control you have over it because it doesn't affect you.

Cruel cruel world.  Cruel cruel Golden Corral.

Continued...

Again I can't sleep, I want to. I don't take naps, I usually don't drink caffeine after 8. I usually watch a good half hour of tv in bed. Tonight I had a softball game that didn't get over till 10, but I was exhausted before and after, then I get into bed and just lay there. I've debated just downing a couple nyquil but the haunting nyquil nightmares I have and grogginess in the morning just aren't worth it to me. Just seems like the more you worry about not sleeping, the worse it gets... Sweet 

Sunday Insomnia

It seems to happen every week, 10 pm rolls around on Sunday night and I'm laying in bed not even tired. I usually watch some tv for a bit, maybe some Iron Chef America or ESPNEWS. I make it through the entire episode and soon the sleep timer shuts the tv off. I lie on my side for a bit and eventually thrash about till I make my way to the other side, keep my eyes pressed tight shut and try not to let my mind think about the long Monday I have ahead of me. I'm sure its a combination of anxiety for the day that awaits me and the fact that I can't get to sleep and am worried about being tired all day only exacerbates the problem. I usually take a nap on Sunday for an hour or two, however yesterday my nap was less than thirty minutes.

 

Last night seemed to be the worst of all. I lasted through 2 sleep timers on the tv and the sleep timer on my ipod, I facebooked for a bit in an attempt to tire myself out and eventually got to sleep around 3 am. I slept through my 6:30 alarm reminding me to go to the gym. I'm not really sure the reason for my Sunday Insomnia but it has plagued me for months, any ideas?

Brace Yourselves... By Laura

My fantastic sister-in-law brought me the greatest present.. and greatest curse ever for my birthday.

The first book of the Twilight series.

Need I say more?  I have been avoiding this series, in fear that I would be obsessed with it, for the last couple years only to find that I have so much to catch up on.

Watch out Harry, Edward is giving you a run for your money.

So... who do you prefer?  

Edward vs. Harry

Another "Forword"

Brady is a heartless daddy.  Anytime our little boy makes a mistake he gets so mad, forgetting his favorite puppy in the whole world, Yuki, was JUST like this at this age.  Maybe even worse.  

Just cut off his manhood and he will be perfect, calm, and a little less like his daddy. Wink wink.

Its funny to see him get so mad, saying the puppy is driving him crazy and he wishes there was any way to make him stop.  

I think the same thing but about the TWO voices I hear that won't stop.

Kaze is a GREAT puppy.  He pretty much trained Yuki to go outside, a miracle!  And he is pretty darn good himself, way better than she was even a month ago at almost a year old.  

The defense rests. 

 

Laura

Nightmare on my street

By Brady

A foreword: Growing up we had dogs and for whatever reason I couldn't have cared less about them or anything that had to do with them. I am as mind blown as the rest of you that I now own not one but two dogs. Laura must possess some sort of power over me because I never in a million years thought I'd own a dog. 

We recently bought a new puppy with the thought that he would keep Yuki company and they could be lovers, though never have pups of their own. We got a pretty good deal on him and when we brought him home Yuki wanted nothing to do with him for about the first five days. He however became enamored with her from the start, he would follow her around everywhere she went. To this day he can't let her out of his sight, he won't sleep unless she's near him. It's quite cute I must admit. She doesn't seem to think much of him however, I don't think she minds his company but she's become very independent. 

Yuki (1 yr old)

We bought Yuki in October of last year and we didn't do as swell job of potty training her as we should've. She didn't like to go outside much and we didn't like taking her out at 4:00 am in the freezing cold, so she did learn to do her business in a potty box, though she was very hit and miss. Having Kaze (Kah-zay) has really helped Yuki grasp the potty training thing. She now does an excellent job at going outside thanks to him. She is the sweetest dog one could imagine, she has become very mellow and is quite the cuddle bug. She never barks and doesn't get herself into much trouble. My one qualm with Yuki is her tendency to run off into the neighbors yards when I take her out, but I'll take that over Kaze's endless problems anyday.

  Kaze (3 months old)

Kaze is an absolute nightmare! For one, he never stops chewing, biting, running, chewing, biting, running, chewing, barking, pissing, humping, fighting, growling. He drives me crazy, you can't for the life of you get him to stop or slow down for one minute. Lets take just now for example, we just got back from taking a walk and going potty, which he did. As I'm sitting here writing this Yuki is laying by my feet being her absolute best; meanwhile Kaze is running, chewing on Laura's wallet, I take it away and he finds the cord to the iron and chews on it. I take that away and he starts chewing on a pen, and somewhere in between he manages to pee on the blanket. If you try to pick him up he squirms and thrashes till you put him down. I try to train him and get him to calm the hell down to no avail. It seems the only place to put him is in the kennel. I give up.... anyone want to buy a 3 month old pug puppy?