Monday, December 20, 2010
Oh, how wrong I was...
It's now Monday evening and I haven't run since Thursday. I can barely walk outside. It hurts to breathe the cold air in and out. I was very fortunate and was able to get a doctor's appointment at Columbia's student health services (gotta love still being a student sometimes! Free doctor visits!) and discovered that I have a viral upper respiratory infection. Nothing can be done to make it better. Just time. My doctor told me I could get better anytime between 3 and 21 days! I'm sorry, but that's a LARGE span of time there... Couldn't you perhaps narrow that down just a tad??
So, here I sit. Waiting to get better. He told me to just get rest, drink fluids and take vitamin C. I could have learned that from watching Sesame Street... This is the longest I've gone without doing any sort of physical activity since I started this back on Labor Day Weekend. I'm a little nervous what this long break will do for my motivation. I'm scared that once I stop, I won't start back!
I'm setting forth a challenge to everyone. Please, please, PLEASE keep on me. Ask me about my running. Make sure I get back out there once I'm back to 100%. I know I shouldn't do anything before I'm completely better because it will most likely cause me to have a setback and end up worse off than before... Have no fear I will take care of myself. But, please help take care of me too and make sure I get back out there! I had a goal of 40 pounds lost by New Year's Eve and I'm still hoping to hit it!
Well, I'm back off to Kentucky tomorrow morning early. Wish my safe and happy driving! To each of you (few) readers, Merry Christmas (or whatever it is you celebrate)! Hopefully the next time you'll hear from me, it will be from a non-hacking, fully healthy Maia.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Friday, December 17, 2010
I gotta say, that took a helluva lot longer than I thought it would... I've been out of the job since last February essentially. I did work for about a month in April - May, but other than that I have been spending my year trying to find ways to take up my vast amounts of time.
For those out there who are unaware, unemployment is hard. It's an emotional beating like you haven't seen before. You feel lost! You don't know what to do. You wonder why no one wants to hire you. You question yourself and your abilities.
It's a very vicious cycle. I was only able to help myself by finding a way to distract my mind during the daylight hours. I am actually fortunate that I had a wake up call and started getting healthy. It broke my depression. Other people out there in the world of unemployment haven't been so lucky. They are still wallowing in self pity.
Basically, what I'm saying is...when things are supposed to work out? They will.
The other thing I want to talk about is two of the things I'm severely battling at the moment. 1.) It's really damn cold outside. For the first few minutes and the last few minutes of each run, it's almost agony for me. My nose is running, it almost hurts to breathe because the air is so cold, and my skin is completely covered in goose bumps. Granted, once I've been moving for a while I'm much warmer, but still! I'm chilly just sitting here in my apartment so the thought of getting out there and running is becoming increasingly more and more difficult. This bitter cold snap needs to end! Even just 5-7 degrees warmer would make a huge difference I think.
2.) Holiday food. I knew it would be difficult, but I have a friend in town right now. I am absolutely loving having her here, but it's something that kind of bursts my bubble I've created for myself in regards to my food choices. There is more temptation to snack, or have a few glasses of wine, or even just make less healthy choices in general. I've made okay choices so far. I haven't completely fallen off the band wagon, but I know I could have been a lot better. I think the real threat is next week when I go home to visit my family. I will be completely without my stock of foods that I know work for me. It's completely up to me to make the choices whether or not to indulge and its going to be tough. When I don't have temptation around me, it's so much easier to be good, but place some cookies in front of me? Ruh, roh...
Oh well, I guess I just needed to write down my frustrations at the moment so that I can say I've acknowledged them. Once I've acknowledged them, I can face them a little better I think. We'll see though...
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Another good thing that happened this week was I realized how much I actually can accomplish when I put my mind to it. Sunday afternoon was POURING down rain. Like, blowing sideways rain. I hadn't exercised the day before because my ankle was giving me some problems, so I had to do something. I wasn't going to be satisfied with just doing some toning/strengthening exercises. Last week's plateau had me scared! I knew I needed to go for a run. Luckily it was slightly warmer, so what did I do? I laced up my sneakers, put on a hat and my raincoat, I went out into that monsoon and I ran! I couldn't run the Reservoir like usual because it would be riddled with puddles and would have been impassable. So, instead I went on mapmyrun.com and found the northern loop of the park was a little over 2 miles long. I set out, and just a few short minutes into my run I realized what I was in for: the run was FULL of hills! Big hills... I had to walk for a few minutes here and there but I did it! The sense of accomplishment I felt when I set foot back into the apartment was unreal. I hadn't felt that good since the day I realized I could run a full mile. I did that same run today with Stacia in the 21 degree weather. (Windchill was probably in the teens.) It was still tough, I still had to walk a few times, but I have a new short term goal! Hope to be able to run it straight in a few weeks. We shall see.
Speaking of Stacia, she brings me to my last high point of the week. Because of our schedules this past month, we hadn't been able to hang out for almost the entire last month. I think the last time we saw each other was Harry Potter? When she walked in the door she almost stopped in her tracks and said to me, "You're half the person you were just a few weeks ago! You look AMAZING!" She was near tears. She was so proud of me. It choked me up. Most of the people that know me see me on a pretty consistent basis and therefore aren't able to see the transformation as well as someone whom I haven't seen in a while.
I know I said this at Thanksgiving, but I have to say this again. I'm so grateful and thankful for all of my friends that haven't helped me through this. Both the ones in NYC and the ones who I just talk to on facebook. It's SO essential to have a support system like this when you are going through a life transformation. They are who keep me going and push me. At the end of the run today Stacia made me finish it out by running as fast as I possibly could. Would I have done that by myself? Um, no...
Aside from these wonderful little events, I did have a funny event happen the other night in the form of a date. A really bad date. Like, a funny scene out of a romantic comedy, bad date. We met online. He's 40 and he seemed nice and normal. We had emailed for a couple of weeks, then moved on to talking on the phone and texting. I felt comfortable enough to meet him for a date. There had been a couple of things that made me go, "hmmm..." but I figured it was at least worth going on a date to see if they were deal breakers. Yeah, he had one major flaw that was a definite deal breaker: he is perpetually stuck in the mid-90's. We were going to watch a movie and when he took his hat off I realized he had that long style hair that a lot of guys had in the 90s. You know the one, mid eye level and parted down the middle? He was also wearing higher waisted light wash jeans. All he was missing was a flannel. Yikes. The worst part was when he didn't understand that I wasn't a fan of Phish. He proceeded to play me song, after song, after song in an attempt to convert me. He was a bit rude about it when I wasn't exactly happy. "Well, since you don't seem to like anything, who do you listen to?" While I enjoy some music that isn't exactly current, I have a feeling I would be able to sing a song of a few more Grammy nominees this year than he could...Needless to say, a second date will NOT be on the agenda. Oh the joys of being single in New York City.
So, I have to say all in all, it's been a pretty great week. No matter what my scale says tomorrow it can't take away my non-scale related accomplishments. Nothing can take that away from me.
Side note: My good friend is visiting me this week from out of town and so I most likely won't be writing anything new until after the holidays. She departs on the 20th and then the next day I drive home. (12 hours! FUN!) I'm really looking forward to it though. Will be a great couple of weeks. Maybe I'll find time to eek something out though. Who knows. If I don't find time to write, HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Thursday, December 9, 2010
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Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Hi Stress. How are you? Long time no see!
Stress. We used to be in a love/hate relationship. In a way I loved stress because it meant that things were going on in my life. Sure, I wasn't handling them in the best of ways, but stuff to be stressed about meant that I wasn't sitting at home being bored at least. Of course I hated Stress too though. With Stress brought headaches, pimples, sleepless nights and occasional tears.
What I do know is that I've got to find some ways to de-stress besides my exercise. While yes, I do view my jogging (yup, I'm officially a jogger now!) as my "me time," I have a feeling its not going to be enough in the coming months.
I do know one thing for sure though. I'm not going to retreat back to my old ways of dealing with stress! Well, then again maybe one glass of white wine won't hurt me!!
I hope you guys will help keep me sane!
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
But it was because of a phone call from a friend that I realized the one thing I have to be thankful for...and that's for you. My friends and family who are currently reading this.
You are the ones who have kept me going. Not only through this time of getting healthy, but for this entire past year. When I wanted to do nothing else but lay in bed, you were the ones who got me out of it. When I wanted to just wallow in my self pity, you guys pretty much smacked me out of it. I've talked to you on the phone when I'm feeling down, and you've seen me at my worst.
You've inspired me and pushed me on.
So to you guys reading this...
Thank you. I'm eternally grateful.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
It's at this time of year that both mega-blockbusters and Oscar hopefuls are released to the masses in hopes of snagging a few holiday bucks and catching the critics' eyes. With these movies also comes the audience with what everyone knows to be the movie theater's biggest money maker and rip off: the snacks.
Everyone has noticed, but over the years the popcorn tubs and cups for soft drinks have become steadily bigger and bigger and with that comes more and more calories. Everyone knows this and everyone chooses to ignore it. I used to be one of them, but no longer! I mean, most people take in MORE than their daily allotted calories during the course of one movie! And we wonder why American's have an obesity problem!
Take for instance a large tub of popcorn. Care to take a guess as to how many calories are in that bucket? Approximately 1500. Nachos? 1100. A large soda? 500. The average box of candy? 450.
Anyway, I'm off to pack my bag of snacks for tonight's screening of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part One. Hope to see some of you there.
But first, I run!
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Something that I've learned about myself during my process is that I don't typically crave sweets. I'm more of a savory gal. However, this is completely reversed come Christmas time. Jason and I made a trip to the local Rite-Aid tonight and were greeted by the lovely Christmas aisle stocked full of chocolately goodness in the shape of Santas, Bells and Christmas trees. I was strong during Halloween and was able to completely avoid the candy aisle, however the lure of Mint M & Ms was just too hard to resist. Those are my favorite treats at this time of year, and they can be incredibly hard to find. But there they were, staring me in the face. In a moment of weakness, I bought them.
After breaking into them as soon as I got home I came to my realization that a strategy was indeed needed. I'm doing incredibly well on my journey thus far (25 pounds lost as of today's weigh-in) and I don't want to completely derail that. BUT... I don't want to completely deprive myself either this holiday season. So, I've decided that moderation is going to be my key.
I'm not going to beat myself up over having bought this bag of M & Ms. However, I am going to make sure that they aren't gone in a matter of days. My goal is make these last a while. A cookie or two won't kill me, but 4 or 5 aren't going to happen. One piece of pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving is totally doable. But seconds or thirds? Um, no...
I'm just going to keep on doing what I've been doing, but making adjustments as I need to to accommodate for these extra goodies. I think if I just remember that moderation is my friend, all should be good this holiday season. Here's to hoping I will hit the 40 pound mark by New Year's Eve!!
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Guess what dear sorry, sad, flabby arms? Starting tonight you are going to be getting 6 minutes of time devoted just to you each night! Why, you might ask?
Because I just invested in a Shake Weight!
Have no worries, my dear arms. I have no desire to make you look like the scary woman in the training video. I just want to make you look less like beached albino whales swinging from side to side along side my torso!
So, take care dear arms and enjoy the (hopeful) transformation.
Catch you on the flip (and more toned) side.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
4 pounds lost! That's like what some people are seeing on The Biggest Loser every week!
I'm not going to lie, it's a welcome number after last week's less than a pound debacle. But, I'm assuming that number had to be that low for me to get this big one. The reason I wasn't really expecting this big of a loss this week is because I went to the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear this past weekend in DC. I met up with my family, and as pretty much everyone knows when family visits are involved, so are bad food choices. While I didn't go completely overboard this weekend (as I might have done even just three months ago), I did allow myself some extra treats such as a turkey burger and sweet potato fries (split order with my Mom), a belgian waffle, a gyro with regular fries and a lot of brie and pita chips. Maybe it was the massive amount of walking/standing we did pre and post the rally, who knows! Maybe my body just needed a shake up from my regular routine.
I had read on other weight loss blogs that sometimes our body gets too used to our regular routine while losing weight and that sometimes you have to purposefully change things up in order to see big results. Some of the changes include eating slight more or slightly less calories than you normally do in a day (check!), change up the type of food you are eating, (check!) and change up your work out routine (check!).
I think the bigger weight loss this week might also have to do with the fact that when I got back to the city I was so scared of not seeing a loss due to the bad food, that I kicked my butt and was extra careful. Maybe it was one or the other or a combination of both. Who knows! Who really completely understands this mysterious thing called weight loss?
On a side note, I've been walking the Central Park Reservoir at night lately. Not late, 7ish. It's quite a sight to behold. I strongly recommend anyone who lives in New York to take this walk at night at least once. Once you get past the idea that someone could possibly jump out of the bushes and attack you, it's lovely!
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Back before I started this whole thing, one of the things I always dreaded was wearing a pair of jeans right after they had been washed and dried. Why? Because that's when they are always the tightest. For someone who is boardering on moving up a size, this can be hell. It's a "cross your fingers and pray" game. Sometimes they were comfortable. Other times, not so much.
Today, I pulled a pair of jeans out that I haven't worn since the beginning of this project because they had gotten to the point where they were just too tight. Guess what? Pretty darn comfortable, right off the bat! Even a little room to spare!! I don't know when the last time this happened...
Its things like this that you have to keep in mind in case the scale doesn't give you the numbers you think and feel you deserve. I wish I had been tracking my inches from the beginning because I would be really curious to find out how many inches I've lost thus far.
So, just remember on your next weigh day to look for the positive! I know I'll be thinking of my awesome pair of jeans. :)
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Let me start off by following up on the running post. What I am now calling the "Great Running Project" has not been postponed as I was seriously contemplating, but more like adapted to fit my needs. First, I had to back track from the 5K program down to the One Mile program. When I started the 5K program they said that this was for people who could run at least a mile, which I cannot. So baby steps I guess!! Second, the program that I am working with requires me to only run/walk for twenty minutes a day, three days a week. The other days are supposed to be rest days. I am not okay with this. The program did say the most important thing is that the day immediately following my running day MUST be a rest day, so what I've decided to do is the following: Walk day (3+ miles depending upon how I feel), Run/Walk day (30 minutes), Rest day. That way I am letting my legs rest up following the running, but I'm also still getting in more exercise then they are telling me to. I just wouldn't be losing any weight if I followed their program to a T!
Speaking of weight loss, I am now up to a total of 18 pounds!! I can't believe that I am almost at the 20 pound mark. I have never felt so motivated in all of my life and I know that I will never allow myself to get back to where I was before. I can't. I won't. This is the process of becoming a whole new me, inside and out.
And finally on a non-weight loss related topic (SHOCKER!) my professor kicked my butt this week about my thesis so I am FINALLY going to start! Not sure if I will graduate in May or next October, but at least its something! He even gave me homework! So, here's a warning to all my ATPAM friends that are reading this blog. At some point in the near future? We'll be talking...
So that's all my good news so far for this week. Here's hoping next week has some more great news for me!!
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Honestly, the biggest part of my journey has been about building a better relationship with food. I came to the realization food isn't something that I needed to make me happy. When I looked at my life (conveniently not looking at the jobless end of the spectrum...) I realized I lead a pretty good one. I live in New York City and have a career that I absolutely adore. I have a great group of friends who would be there for me at the drop of a hat (and have been.) I have two great sisters that make me laugh and smile, and a mother whom I love with all my heart. All in all, not too shabby! Food shouldn't be playing into my equation for what makes me happy. Food is fuel, and I needed to start viewing it as such.
This has, of course, been a great struggle. I was never much of a vegetable person, I was more of a fruit fan. But, since I started, I have found myself standing in the frozen food section debating between the green beans or broccoli. I have started adding actually healthy things to my salad instead of the croutons. Red meat is rare if at all. Whole wheat, instead of white. Egg whites. You name it and I've tried to alter it.
Here's where the problem comes into play... Remember that 6 Week Itch? Yeah... It included food exhaustion. The problem that I was having was that while I had found healthy alternatives to my diet, I was tending to repeat them as I didn't really know of many other options. So, what did that make me do? I started to drift from the path. Not drastically, but I just noticed a little bit here and a little bit there. This continued until I saw that (albeit incorrect) number on the scale. Since then I've tried a little bit more realistic approach.
Actually the days that I would really beat myself up about my calories going over my suggestion number, was on the two days a week I'm not walking. I need to stop that! I wasn't going over by much, but I was beating myself up about it. I need to realize that the suggested number of calories in order for me to lose two pounds per week, is just that. SUGGESTED! If I go over it by 100 calories it doesn't mean that I've ruined my entire week! It just means I might not see a full 2 pounds dropped. Or, that I need to walk a little bit longer. Either way, I need to not beat myself up about food anymore.
Food isn't the thing in my life that I can call if I need to talk to someone. Food isn't who I tell funny stories about the crazy people on the subway to. My relationship with food has moved from rampant love affair to mere acquaintances. I think it's a good change. It was time that we started seeing other people...
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Please, take a moment to collect yourselves and let this sink in.
Ok, now that you've picked your jaws up from the ground, I can explain.
I'm not going to lie, this video was also a HUGE inspiration to me:
I've NEVER been a runner. Not even in elementary school. I would always gasp and wheeze during my laps, unable to even run a mile without stopping for a mandatory breather. (I couldn't climb the ropes either, but that's another sad childhood memory...)
Times have changed however. Or at least I'm hoping they will. I feel stronger than I have in a VERY long time and with this handy-dandy "album" that I downloaded from iTunes, I think I have a runner deep inside me waiting to come out!
The album I downloaded is from the Personal Running Trainer program. I chose the 8 Weeks to 5K one. Each week is set to music that I download to my iPod and it makes training incredibly simple. Rather than having to constantly pay attention to your time or distance a voice on the album tells you when to start running and when to start walking. I build my running stamina slowly each week. It's Running for Dummies!
I read a lot of reviews online and it was a bunch of people all with stories that sounded similar to mine and I realized what makes them any different from me? These people are literally going from couch potatoes directly to running. I have 6 weeks of exercise on them!
I'm going to take my time on this. I'm not training for a particular race, although I would like to eventually run one. If I feel like I'm not ready to move onto the next week's running program, then I will simply repeat a week. I'm doing this purely for me, just like I am this entire project. I'm not out there to compete. Well, actually I am, but only against myself.
And I gotta say, I'm pretty competitive.
P.S. I had my roommate hide my scale so that I'm not tempted to weigh myself before my weekly weigh in. I'm DYING! I feel like I'm going through withdrawals, only my drug of choice is a bathroom scale! ARGH! The agony!!
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
It was 6 weeks ago when I decided to take control over my health and work towards creating a new me. It hasn't been an easy process. It's taken hard work, determination and the ability to fight tons and tons of food cravings. However, all of this hard work has paid off so far... 14 pounds lost!
This week however, I had my first set back... I actually saw the numbers on the scale go the wrong way.
Now, you know that I am not one who is able to stay off my scale. I tend to weigh myself about every other day. Terrible I know... There are so many factors that affect our weight from day to day. Do any of those factors go through my head when I see those numbers?
All I can think is that I'm a failure. Am I really? To put it simply...no. My clothes are fitting differently. Multiple people have told me that they could see a difference. My energy is up. My stamina is up. Basically all signs are pointing towards the positive, with the exception of the scale (that I shouldn't have even been on in the first place!)
Once I smacked myself for the negative thoughts, I did start to think about why I possibly could be seeing the scale move in the wrong direction.
Possible Water Retention. Have I been drinking as much water as I need to be? Um, no. For the most part, during this process I've been pretty good about getting in at least 8 glasses of water per day. The past few days I've been slacking in this regard.
I haven't been tracking my calories as closely. This is why I'm thinking I have the 6 week itch. It's been 6 weeks since I've changed my diet, which means that seriously cravings are coming into play. With the cravings come inappropriate snacking. With snacking comes me either forgetting to journal these calories, or I purposefully don't journal the calories because I feel guilty about them. TOTALLY not healthy behavior! I'm not going overboard compared to what I used to, but still they are little sneak peeks into past behavior that needs to be nipped in the bud.
My metabolism might have slowed. Since I started this process I've been pretty good about having something about every two hours to keep my metabolism up. Be it a piece of fruit, slice of cheese, small yogurt, anything... The past few days I haven't been doing this. Need to get back in the habit.
After I sat down and actually thought about the possible reasons for the gain I felt better. These were all things that I could fix and today has been a good jump in the right direction. (I'm also going to have my roommate hide the scale and only bring it out once a week so that I won't be tempted to get on it early!)
I do have to give myself a pat on the back. Previously, I would have seen this miniscule set back as a MAJOR deal. I would have beaten myself up about and used it as an excuse to quit. But not this time. I remembered that the real reason behind doing all of this isn't the numbers on the scale. Those are just a nice after effect. The reason I'm doing this is get healthy. Lower my blood pressure, reduce risk of diabetes, etc.
This time I looked the 6 week itch square in the eye and then kicked its ass.
Bring on week 7!
Sunday, October 3, 2010
While today wasn't my weigh-in day (I'm AWFUL about waiting a week before stepping on the scale. It just sits there and calls my name from underneath the bathroom sink!) I decided to check in and see what my trusty friend was going to tell me today.
2.8 pounds lost since last Wednesday! I know 1-2 pounds per week is what is considered healthy, but I'm not going to be upset about how much weight I lost! I'm following my suggested calorie intake, and I'm exercising 5-6 times per week. My body is going to do what my body is going to do...
So, the number on the scale obviously wasn't the problem. What made me nervous was that I had a flash back to the one and only other time in my life when I sincerely tried to lose weight. It was 4 years ago now and I wasn't really following a strict diet. I mean, I was eating healthier and making better choices, but I wasn't counting calories or anything. Needless to say, I hit a plateau.
I did quite well for three months. I was losing the recommended 1-2 pounds per week and all looked good. Then, when I hit 15 pounds lost all forward momentum seemed to just stop. Of course, it didn't really hit me that maybe I should lower my calorie intake... I just got frustrated. And what happens when you get frustrated? (or at least, when I get frustrated?) I quit.
I hit that wall and I just quit!
I am currently at 13 pounds lost, and I'm rapidly approaching my previous benchmark and while I'm not worried that I'm going to stop losing weight immediately again, I am worried about what will happen when I do hit that inevitable plateau. It's looming out there just waiting for me. I know it is!
What I suppose I am asking is that when I do hit that eventual wall, that you guys help push me through it. I have a feeling I am going to need a bit of support and encouragement to not just give up. So please, if you hear me complaining about a wall, or a plateau or saying that "I JUST DON'T WANT TO KEEP GOING!" I give you permission now to kindly kick me in the ass and shove me out the door. I won't hate you.
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Friday, February 5, 2010
We're talking about the original Sex and the City women, only it was a different city: Miami!
That's right, ladies and gentlemen it's time to discuss the loves of my life, The Golden Girls!
I honestly don't remember when I started loving this show so much. I mean, I remember watching it when I was little with my parents but of course I didn't understand anything that was happening. Then during my high school/college years Lifetime start showing reruns and I've never been the same.
I do have a bone to pick with the current channels airing the episodes though. WE, Hallmark Channel? Are you listening?
STOP EDITING THE EPISODES!
I don't care if you do have 189 commercials you must air during an episode. Make it work without harming my Girls! You are cutting some of the best one-liners out, plus making incredibly awkward edits. You've even edited out an occasional "damn." Don't deny it!
I recently heard that Rue McClanahan had a stroke. The quartet has already been decreased to a duo in just the past two years. While I heard she is recovering well, it still saddens me. She is the one Golden Girl that I've had the privilege to meet. I was working for a theatrical General Manager at the time and she was a close friend of his. When she came into the office my heart stopped for a moment. My boss introduced me and made sure to point out to Blanche, I mean Rue, that I was from the south. (I guess Kentucky is the south...maybe. Depends who you're talking to and where you are currently located.)
When she heard I was from the south she said to me, "You're from the south? And your name is Maia? Well, that's not a southern name. I'm going to call you Maia Sue."
Again, I nearly died of cardiac arrest.
Anyway, I watch these episodes now and I think about how groundbreaking this show really was. It dealt with issues that not many shows acknowledged at the time. Here were four women all over the age of 50 discussing their sex lives, the pains of getting older, same-sex marriages (hello, made in the 80s!) and who can ever forget Dorothy's battle with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome...
Seriously though, this show paved the way for a show like Sex and the City to be on the air! Samantha is our modern day Blanche, Miranda is Dorothy, Charlotte is Rose and I guess that makes Carrie the Sophia? Hmm, I might have to rethink that one...
Anyway, I know people make fun of me for my obsession with this show but I don't care. I'm sure 9 out of 10 of these people could probably hum the theme song if they thought about it.
Oh well, they can just keep right on judging me. Won't make me stop. I'm going to keep watching these reruns until they go off the air, and even then I'll have my DVDs to keep me entertained.
This is Maia Sue. Over and out.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Oh Snooze Button, how I loathe you.
How can you be my friend and foe at the same time? Sometimes you are so good to me! You let me sleep that extra 9 (or 18, or 27) minutes and yet I am still able to wake up with enough time to get to work. Of course, this may or may not have to do with the fact that I purposefully set my alarm earlier than need be so that we can spend each morning together.
But what about those days when you just don't want to let me go? Like this morning? I love you too Snooze Button, but sometimes you just need to cut the cord, ok? I have to leave you, no matter how much I don't want to...
Maybe it's time we stop seeing each other all together Snooze Button. I mean, we've had a good run while it lasted but I have a feeling its starting to become an unhealthy relationship. It's getting harder and harder each morning for you to let me go and I think it might just be easier for us in the long run if we just completely sever ties now. Just go cold turkey, what do you think?
Just a thought.
Yeah, I thought not.
See you tomorrow dear Snooze Button.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
GO AWAY! I hate you! I hated you when I was ten years old and would get you every winter. I hate you now and the fact that you have kept me awake for the past two nights. I hate that you make me feel like I'm drowning in my own spit because I can't swallow!
I hate that I can't eat solid food! I hate gargling with salt water!
DIE STREP THROAT, DIE!
Monday, January 25, 2010
However, lately I've started to notice a trend at my local nail salon. I must say this upfront, I would never even consider finding another salon because this place's manicure lasts me longer than any other manicure I've had in this city. They are the best I've found. I will not give them up! The problem is obviously not with the manicure, but with the massage that comes after.
I've noticed what was intended as a back massage tends to wander to other places!
No, not there you dirty minded people!
I'm saying as I sit in the massage chair, they tend to move pretty far down my back to the point where I have to ask myself, "Do they realize they are essentially massaging my ass?" I mean, it's not a high tension area generally speaking. I'm sorry, but the only time I am okay with this area being massaged period is only in my fantasies and there my masseuse looks spectacularly like Alex Skarsgard... No offense to the lovely ladies at the nail salon.
Maybe I need to start being more specific.
Rather than tell them I want a back massage, I ask for a shoulder massage. ONLY shoulders!
Maybe I should get a tramp stamp that says "Do Not Touch Below THIS Line!"
Either way, my bum is not to be massaged, thank you!
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
The Golden Girls reruns are airing again in the morning!
Thank merciful Zeus! I thought I was going to have to start doing something responsible and normal, like watching the news or the Today Show.
Now THAT would have been a tragedy...