Weeks like these

It’s Friday again, and that rules. Yet at the same time I’ve lost a whole week of blogging. I intended to blog about our Whole Foods extravaganza, joining the Y, cooking more soup this week, trying a new restaurant, my new glasses. Take your pick.
But this week was full of sloth and guess what…I am perfectly OK with that. I decided early on this week that I will not beat myself up over the mounds of laundry that still need doing, the meals that didn’t get prepared, the whatever else didn’t get done.
Because weeks like these happen and if you don’t embrace them with all the yuckiness, the gross weather and failed to-do lists, then you’ll never get over that hump. I, my friends, am a hump jumper. Say that three times. Well, I just did it and that’s not so hard. Ha.
So instead of all the things that didn’t get accomplished this week, let’s focus on what did.

1. We went to the gym twice this week. Not much you say? No, it’s not. But like Fishface said, “It’s more than the zero last week.” We even went in the pouring rain and blistering cold Sunday. A decision I regretted come Monday and Tuesday when I fought off the beginnings of a cold. Sleep eluded me a lot this week because of it, therefore causing the slacker in me to settle in to recover. And it worked. I fought back like a ninja (do not like that word).
2. In full disclosure, I ate sugar Wednesday night. That isn’t awesome. I made it almost two weeks with no blatant sugary deliciousness. Damn you O’Charley’s and your free pie. What happened to counteract that sugar is the fact that I tracked my food all week, even that darned pecan pie. And I didn’t let that pesky piece derail my eats the next day. I owned it, enjoyed it and moved on. Y’all! This is a big, huge piece of getting my mind right when it comes to weight loss. For me, it’s super important to own it, MOVE on and not let each bad bite turn into days of regret and even more bad bites. Hence, accomplishment.
3. I picked up my new specs yesterday. And something about donning frames makes me feel more intellectual and spunky. Though I kinda feel like an 80-year-old who needs glasses, I really don’t because they’re just for driving and watching TV. My vision is good. The doc prescribed them just to “crispen” (totally a word now) things up.

Koda inspects the specs

Koda inspects the specs

4. More pantry items were thrown together this week to make chicken enchilada soup. It was mediocre. Fishface said it was delish. It was super easy, though filled with stupid amounts of sodium.  It was a recipe I had on Pinterest, but for the slower cooker. I Googled a non-slow cooker version in my quest to defeat any sickness trying to set up camp within my body.

Chicken Enchilada Soup

Chicken Enchilada Soup

5. I got to watch my youngest niece blow out her birthday candles and open the presents I sent her. Win: the package got there exactly on her birthday! Bigger Win: Thank God for FaceTime. Even bigger win: Her face.
I had a moment while watching her open everything this week when I realized how grown she’s getting and how she’s no longer a baby. She’s entered her tween years and she’s getting more beautiful every single day. Then, I had a moment about how I’ve missed out on most of her years of growing, since the fam moved when she was just a wee babe. I’m so grateful for technology for allowing us to share in these moments. And I’m so thankful she’s my niece. Watching any of my nieces do anything…anything at all…fills me up. They are my heart.

6. I’m surviving the brutally cold weather the Mid-South has been getting each and every day. I’m ranting about it, but I’m getting out in it and trying to be grateful we don’t have mounds of snow like everywhere else in the nation. But dang y’all, it’s COLD and I’m over it.

Random bits:
* I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night a lot this week with turbo brain. One night I had the overwhelming urge to make a quiche at 2 a.m. What in the world?! That same night I contemplated what I’m gonna do with the rest of my life. These moments where you’re kinda awake, but still in some sleep stage is where clarity lies I think. Weird.

*More weirdness… I joke lately how I’m a witch (which I need to find a new term for), because of all the random coincidences that happen to me lately. I really feel like Louise Miller in Teen Witch, though my powers kicked in at 30 instead of 16. Anyway, more moments of ‘I thought of someone and then they called’ happened all week long. It’s no longer weirding me out, as it’s becoming my new norm. Yes, maybe I’m a weirdo.

*Awesomeness is getting an unexpected package for Koda from my aunt and uncle, and the sweetest V-day card from Fishface’s aunt. Sweet aunts and uncle! Love them so.

TGIF, y’all!

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It’s the freaking weekend

Well, almost.
TGIF, y’all!

Bet you thought I abandoned you like all those times before. No no no. Remember this is the year of the DO and I won’t be DOing that anymore.

In the past two weeks, lots has been buzzing. Grown up things like buying my first hair dryer, going to the eye doctor for the first time since I was a kid and getting my first pair of glasses, purging disgusting couches, cooking for the week and signing up for the YMCA.
There will be a blog post soon dedicated to at least one of those things.
There’s been fun things like maintaining our Catan addiction with friends and a crafty girls night.

Since it’s the year of the DO. I’ve also been sticking to that by actually reading a book. Page 100 y’all! What the what! Sadly, I’m a writer who struggles to finish books. No judgement. I’m reading “Julie & Julia” and it’s good read. Dare I say what we all say, “So much better than the movie.” Honestly, I struggled with Amy Adams in that movie. Now, I can tolerate her better, but I’m not sure of her as Julie Powell.
Anywho, I’ve also been DOing a cleaner diet, mainly no sugar with an inadvertent side of no alcohol.
I even avoided free ice cream at Jason’s Deli last night. It wasn’t easy, even if I’m not a huge ice cream fan.
I even poured out the sweet half of my half & half tea this week. Should’ve just asked for unsweet altogether. Baby steps.
Speaking of which, tea keeps me awake y’all.
And speaking of sleep, anyone else sleeping like balls this week?

With the weekend coming, I’ve planned a Saturday date for Fishface and myself. We’re gonna tour the newly renovated/expanded Whole Foods and have lunch, coffee, smoothies there. I’m excited since the store doubled in square footage. Expect pics.
And Lord give me strength to avoid the sweet treats.
Sunday we’re watching the Big Game with sweet friends. Before then, I gotta find a yummy recipe for all the pigskin-loving peeps.  Feel free to throw any good ones in the comments.

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DOing the HairDO

As far as I can remember, going to the salon and getting pretty is by far one of my favorite things.
A new hair cut or color literally lifts weight off my shoulders and makes me feel like a new person.
It’s one of the most invigorating and energizing things in the world.
So why did it take me FOUR months to get back to my gal Kasey and get this mane tamed?
Ooohhwee y’all, it was a mad mess.

Before

Before

It took about a year to get my hair this length. I cut it “short” after the wedding, about a year ago. “Short” in my mind is different from most people’s definition. Ha.
That hair is pretty terrible, and it’s been a long time since it’s looked that sad. The weight of it all made the layers flat and lifeless. I fight for volume as it is, but this look made it impossible. I’ve been throwing it in a bun for weeks to feel even slightly human.
When I text (I don’t consider texted a word) Kasey for an appointment, we discussed a trim and a touch up of the highlights. Oh did I mention my highlights were so grown out? And not grown out all cool ombré- like either. Straight up mess.
Throughout the days before my appointment, I kind of had a feeling I’d be losing a great deal of length though as I kept pinning shorter looks and playing in the mirror with my shortest layers. I talked myself in and out of just chopping it.
Then this happened.

The Tale of Two Pigtails

The Tale of Two Pigtails

FIVE INCHES, Y’ALL!!
I walked in, showed Kasey my Pinterest and she knew my heart’s desire.
She touched up the highlights and made my feel pretty again. I’m pretty stoked about my new ‘do.

After

After

Truthfully, as my sister will gladly tell you and me and anyone who will listen, I look better with shorter hair.
I love the idea of long hair. But my texture and non-volume self isn’t right for it. If I got up everyday and hot rolled it or something, maybe long hair would do. Am I the only one who still wants long hair and a perm? ;)
So, it’s “uber short” now.

Heeeey

Heeeey

Fishface loves short hair on me. I even got all dolled up for dinner last night and he took me out to show me off. Sweet fella. Good thing, too, because the hair won’t look this good after I wash it. Seriously, can I get a full-time stylist?
Now, I’m on the hunt for a new blow-dryer, curling iron and styling products. For once in a long time, I have the desire to actually get up earlier to make my hair look decent. Here’s hoping for some volume in my life.

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Dough Not touch the Doughnut

Sugar is the devil, y’all. Seriously.
In all my life, I don’t think I’ve ever eaten as many donuts as I have in the last two months.

A couple of months ago we discovered how delicious Dunkin Donuts cake donut holes are.

Trouble

Trouble

I’m particularly in love with the blueberry and cinnamon varieties.
These little freaks have helped me discover in my older age that I now like cake donuts.
Just what I need.

So when Fishface and I go out and about yesterday, we land at the best donut place in Memphis – Gibson’s.
It’s open 24 hours, y’all. What the what??? So glad I don’t live near that place.
We went in with a plan to get one a piece, maybe two. Maybe.

Box of Badness

Box of Badness

That’s a picture of a box. Like a box of a dozen.
Plan FAIL.
When you can’t choose between Red Velvet (fireworks in my mouth), Caramel, Maple Bacon, Blueberry Cake…you just get two of each. And then you let your husband pick a few.

I used to be a one donut every blue moon kind of gal, but now I’m fighting a massive addiction to all things donut. From caramel to bacon to cake. I need an intervention.

Being Monday, I’ve renewed the promise to myself to stay away from sugar.
And there are two blueberry cake donuts and a maple bacon in the kitchen calling my name.
Wish me luck y’all. Kicking sugar is no joke.

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Soup’s On

The cool (ha) thing about below freezing temps and being inside a polar vortex is the opportunity to stay in, cook something delish and snuggle. And I’ve DONE all of those things in the past few days.
We kicked this week off with Sunday company and soup.

Soup for three

Soup for three 

I stumbled across this fabulous recipe a few months back. I love everything about Jonathan’s blog. He makes delicious recipes seem conquerable. He is totally an inspiration to this budding culinary gal.
Anywho, I made this soup, which I consider to be a way more delicious take on Olive Garden’s Zuppa Toscana, a month or so ago and my husband flipped for it.
So, when my childhood friend of more than 23 years (how am I old enough to say that) came for a post holiday visit, we all decided to stay in and skip the whole going out and spending dollar bills on pricey eats. I figured that was a perfect opportunity to throw something together. It was a great way to kick off my year of DOING. Part of that whole New Year concept will include cooking more for our family and friends. I love sharing our home and dishes with them.
Back to soup…this recipe is ridiculously easy to put together.

Yum

Yum

Photogenic soup

Photogenic soup

And sooo delicious. I tried Olive Garden’s version recently and I pushed it away. I win at Zuppa Toscana.
But to be fair OG does do one soup well enough that I’ll let them make it from now on. I tried my hand at my addiction – the Chicken and Gnocchi soup.

Simmer Simmer

Simmer Simmer

Though it looks delicious, it was no Olive Garden version. They win at Chicken & Gnocchi. My college try made me realize they must put a bucket of salt into their batches. I used more salt than I would ever use in a recipe and it still needed some. If I try again, I’ll salt it up and add even more stock.
The best part about that recipe was being able to share it with friends. Four bowls this time.

Soup Soiree

Soup Soiree

Clearly, I like taking pictures of empty bowls with spoons.
Everyone filled their bellies, and left their bowls just as empty as they started, so maybe I kind of win at Chicken & Gnocchi ;)

 

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