First of all, I'm having a miserable day, and I just sat down in my boonie chair to type this up on my babyMac, and I turned on the tv and guess what's on!?!? Live Free or Die Hard!!! I LOVE THIS MOVIE!!! That's gotta mean something. Bruce Willis? Love. Justin Long? Double love. That sexy guy from Justified? DOUBLE double love. Ridiculous plot that mixes extreme action and nerdy computer broohaha? I'm there. I JUST LOVE THIS MOVIE.
So even though I feel like my life is falling apart around me, and Daisy June is screaming her head off in the next room, and we don't have air conditioning, and Scott ran Warren over with his bike this morning and Warren hit his head so hard that I'm afraid he won't wake up if he takes a nap this afternoon- I'm gonna take Live Free or Die Hard as a sign that things are going to start looking up. And then, since Nick has duty today, I think I might just skip all the housework (like it matters, if I clean it all today, I'll have to clean it all again tomorrow, so why not just wait till tomorrow?) feed the kids cereal for dinner, and watch a marathon of all the first Die Hards. Especially the one with Professor Snape. Yippie Keye Yeye Yay, Mother---
Anyway. Weight Check Wednesday.
I've hit some sort of brick wall here. I stayed the same this week, but if you noticed, I didn't post LAST week. That's because I gained a pound, and I was so ashamed and ANGRY, that I just couldn't sit down and get the words out. How's that for accountability? This week, I understand, because I ate a sh*t ton of Halloween candy and Taco Bell and just basically whatever I felt like eating, but the two weeks before that, I worked my ass off and stayed the same one week and gained the next. It's not fair.
At first, I was just going to quit. I mean, this is America. There are TONS of fat people walking around, just living their lives, being fat. It's obviously not the end of the world, you know? I could just BE like this, for the rest of my life. You know?
That lasted about three days. I look and feel so gross- I can't possibly live the rest of my life like this. There's just no way. I hate the way my back fat feels when I lounge on the couch, and I hate the way my spare tire looks when the wind blows my shirt back and it presses against my belly. AND I still want my tummy-tuck slash boob job slash lipo, and I've got to lose at LEAST another ten pounds to get any sort of results from that.
So I guess it's back to the grind. Honestly, though, I don't know what else I can do. I've been drinking my water. I've been eating TONS of fruits and veggies, literally, TONS. I was working out. I was eating lean protein. I was DOING everything right, and I felt great, but still, the back fat and the spare tire are NO smaller than when I was done with my six weeks' recovery after Daisy June. I'm still in the same clothes I was wearing back in March.
Which brings me to working out. As soon as the thingie gets here to hook my apple tv back into the tv, I can start back on my 30 Day Shred, I HOPE. I'm NOT pregnant, I swear, but I'm having some SERIOUS back problems. With Scott, Warren, and Daisy June, as soon as I got pregnant (well, about two months in) I had this exact problem. My hips get all clicky and sore, and it just grates on and on until the entire left side of my lower back, butt, and upper thigh is just EXCRUCIATING. It hurts to lay, it hurts to sit, and it hurts to stand still. It's BRUTAL. I know you think I'm just being me (ie DRAMATIC) but I'm not- it REALLY hurts. But I don't want to waste the money on a chiropractor when I'm not pregnant!!! Does that sound stupid? It just pisses me off that tricare won't pay for that. Why don't they have a chiropractor at the hospital? I mean, I know a lot of people think they're quacks and they're not real doctors or whatever- but I don't care. If a hobo on the beach knew how to pop my back, I'd pay him twenty bucks to do it. I don't care where they got their degree or went to school or anything like that- I need someone to push in that secret place on my hips and pop my back and everything will be perfect.
All that to say, I'm not sure I'll be able to do any of the exercises on the Shred if I don't get my back fixed. Any advice? Anyone besides Meryl have any suggestions? Why are my hips all loosey goosey clicky? I am one HUNDRED percent not pregnant, so what else could it be?
In other news, Justin Long just had the part where he makes the OnStar lady start the car. I love that part!!
Ohh, in OTHER other news, I finished Game of Thrones. SPOILER ALERT!!! ROBIN STOP READING!!!
I loved it. As a whole, I thought it was fantastic. HOWEVER, I think he could have ended it after book three. He could have just changed things up, and then stopped it. Although, there's no way he could have done anything about the Wall in just three books, so maybe not. Book four wasn't that good, and book five....let's just say, if I'd been reading from the start, in 1996, and I'd had to wait six years between books four and five...I would have been PISSED. It was just so long, and SO boring!!! Book one is probably my favorite, but I also really like two and three. Unfortunately, I read them all smashed together, so I'm not sure anymore what happened in what book, but my favorite parts were when Arya was on the road with Gendry and Hot Pie. So whatever book that was happening in, that was my fave.
ROBIN, SERIOUSLY, STOP READING.
And if you know anything about the books, you've probably heard people say 'oh, everyone dies.' And you probably thought to yourself oh, they're just being dramatic, surely EVERYONE doesn't die, no one would kill the main characters, that would be like killing Bruce Willis in the middle of the first Die Hard movie.
Well, they were NOT being dramatic. EVERYONE dies. ROBIN STOP READING.
My FAVORITE character died near the end of book five. Well, one of my three faves. And it comes out of NOWHERE. I know everyone who watches the show on HBO was all outraged when Ned died and they were all 'OMG, that came out of NOWHERE!' but really, it didn't. He's in prison, he's sentenced to death, you think they're going to change their mind, then they don't, and he gets his head lopped off. So, not TOTALLY a surprise. But this one? THIS one?!?! Even as I was reading it, I was like 'well, what does that mean?' Like 'then the character died' didn't register in my brain.
It was weird.
Read Game of Thrones. You'll thank me later. Yes, it's just shy of five thousand pages. Yes, it took me from mid July until Sunday to get through it all. But it was TOTALLY worth it!!!
AND, I finished it JUST as the new Stephen King came out. I'm only about thirty three (okay, exactly, not about) pages in, but so far, it feels a lot like Bag of Bones and Lisey's Story. Sort of a bummer, since I'm a bigger fan of the huge ensembles, like It, The Stand, and Under the Dome, but still, if Stephen King wrote a book about a guy eating a ham sandwhich, I would tear that sh*t up and LOVE every word of it.
BTW, Lisey's Story? Did anyone read that? SCARED ME TO DEATH. When they're flying past that thing that's infinitely big? NIGHTMARES. I just have this irrational fear of infinity, I guess. He did it in It too, the Turtle is infinite. That's why I hate space, I'm scared of getting stuck out there in infinity.
Anyway. I guess you should read 11/22/63 first, since it's shorter, and then Under the Dome and The Stand, if you haven't read those, then the Hunger Games, so you can be ahead of the movie, THEN start Game of Thrones. Let me know when you're done with all that, then I'll have another list ready.