Rescue Me!

I only caught the last 15 minutes of this weeks episode. It was so hot. I want to be Janet. Married to a fireman. Separate. Sleep with his brother the cop. Have crazy sex with the ex who's still a fireman and then go back to the cop. What a love triangle or should I say sex triangle to be in. Oh if life was really that exciting.

Oh my gosh, It has been so long since I blogged here.

It is funny to see this blog again. I miss my faceless blog that I wrote anything and everything in. It was discovered by another so I ditch this blog for another.

I have a myspace blog now. I know I caved into the pressure of myspace.

It is also weird to not be so mia or ana any more. I haven't gained a ton of weight. Holding at 118. I was down to 113 but now I am eating normal.

I don't miss all the junk blog comments. Those just totally suck. I wish those losers found something else to do but I am sure they are just doing their jobs. Junk mail, spam email and now spam blog comments. Lame

Mean Girls II

In my experiences generally women are always competing with other women friend or not. Some of us tend to be nice towards others but we still compete by striving to be better. Some compete by making themselves feel better by destroying another girls confidence. Feel lucky if you are a guy. You compete to get the girl. We compete to get the guy, keep the guy, look better than the other women around and look better than your husband's friend's wives/girlfriends. Then there are the groups of women to compete against, girls at the gym, moms at the schools, moms at kids activities (soccer, gymnastics, dance classes, scouts, etc.), women in our clubs and generally any woman that your husband/boyfriend comes in contact with. It is all a big competition to be better than every other woman. I am always seeing someone that is better looking, thinner, younger, dressed nicer, better than me. It just makes me want to be better, workout more, dress nicer, fix-up my shit. Competition can be good for making us strive for improvement. I just hate it when we as women tear down others to make ourselves feel better. I've see it happen. I hate it. I actually have given compliments to women about their appearances whom I didn't know. It made them feel good about themselves and I felt good doing it. It was weird the first time I gave a stranger a compliment. Wouldn't it be nice if we would all do that some time.

Failed Ana Today And Myself On Friday Night

Man, I was doing so good. I just kinda lost it today. I started out having a productive day. The past few days I have had a bunch of cookies laying around the house for other individuals in my house. Tonight I couldn't take it any longer. I had 3 cookies and a scoop of ice cream. What a failure.

I did hit the gym today. Probably not enough calories burned to off set my intake for today. Tomorrow is a new day. I didn't lift weights today. I am way too sore from lifting on Friday. I did back and triceps. I was a bit sore yesterday. I thought hey no big deal, I will lift chest tomorrow. I must have over done it. I can hardly raise my hands above my head. I can do it. It just takes me a while to get there and a bit of moaning. That is not the kind of moaning I like to do.

Speaking of moaning. I forgot to put this in yesterday's entry. Friday night was almost a great night of moaning. I will try to make this PG. I have the big O's during stimulation but I have not had an O during just penetration. Friday I was so close. I was on my way and my partner asked me if I was going to O. Well that threw my whole concentration. I left the zone. He did his thing. It was over seconds before I needed it to be. Totally bummin'.

Mean Girls

It just disturbs me when women put down other women to make themselves feel better. I have this one friend that I finally confided in about my feelings pertaining a particular individual in our women's club. I have mentioned this horrible woman in my blog before. Well, today I was fed up with all the cc emails and the implied messages sent to me from this woman. I laid out my feelings towards this horrible woman to my friend. It turns out this horrible woman has been critizing my friend and has even gone as far as telling my friend she needs to lose weight. Now that is wrong to do to anyone. Secondly the fluff ball of a woman should look in the mirror and tell herself to stop eating. My friend is working her butt off for our club. This horrible woman has all negative things to say about my friend and emails my friend how she should do her job for the club. When stepping up to be President and taking on responsiblity came, where was she? Damn fat backseat driver. She needs to go stick her head back in her trough and leave my friend alone. And she also needs to stop cc'ing emails to me. I don't care to know any of her shit.

Last Day Of Supervision

I have almost made it through the gauntlet of constant supervision around here. Amazingly I have not packed on the pounds.

The house is making a turn for the better. I even cleaned out my "junk" drawer and "junk" cupboard. Now I just have to do the final placement of unhomed items. Then it will be ready for carpet cleaning and the hard floors to be scrubbed down. I am feeling excited and joyful that I can see a finish line to the house disaster that started will home improvements. Yeah!

Rachel Ray

I have been watching and recording 30 minute meals. I found a few that I like. I do need to invest in more kitchen equipment. I have a running list of items to purchase. Next week will be the soonest possible time for shopping.

Speaking of shopping, I have to purchase a few more items at old navy. My pants are starting to droop in the buttocks area and low rise pants tend to slide down if not tight enough. I cannot have that happening, nor do I want anyone questioning my weight loss. I am narrowing down my daily intake though I do have to make dinners around here. Ana is my friend but the other girl I will not entertain.