woke up to oatmeal—crockpot cooked steel cut oats

We ate well this week.

Sunday Shopping
Prep—slow cook chicken, bean soup, move other chicken to fridge, process veggies and dip

Mon
breakfast—smoothie banana/strawberry/yogurt etc
snack—fruit tray
lunch—chicken black bean burrito, apple slices
dinner—bean soup, green beans

Tues
breakfast—oatmeal with raisins (small cup) with small protein shake
snack—veggies and dip
lunch—bean soup leftovers
Dinner—fried chicken-forman grill
Salad

Wed
breakfast—coaches oat pancakes with fried egg whites, kiwi
snack—v8
lunch—leftover chicken with salad
dinner—chicken black bean burritos

Thurs
breakfast—omelettes denver (whites w/no cheese for g)
snack—fruit tray
lunch—apples/bananas sandwiches
dinner—crusted sea bass

Fri
breakfast—smoothies
snack—veggies and dip
lunch—salad tray, sea bass leftovers
dinner—muffin pizza

Sat

Sun
prep—barbecue chicken slowcooker, marinade pork chops,

Sooo

how are we all doing, sharps, rudd wannabes, porters, deans? I mentioned resurrecting this old corpse of a blog in the celebration (or mourning) of a new routine, a new life, where we begin to feel better, quit all of the dumb self-destructiveness, and hold cyberhands through the trials and tribulations of working out, eating right, blah de blah de blah.

Blah de blah, for me, means not only no nicotine via the umpteen high tech vehicles for which I have till now been so open-minded, but my biggest monkey, coffee. Some might think it's ridiculous that I would quit something so benign and incredibly difficult to quit, like caffeine. I've begun to think it's ridiculous that my emotional well-being peak its head from beneath the covers at mug #3.

Now nicotine was not really a problem quitting at all, in spite of: Snus (basically a mint with a pleasant buzz), digital smokes (nothing but water vapor and nicotine...undoubtedly healthier than cigarettes), chew, cigarettes, pipes, and cigars. As much as I absolutely love it, I held in the back of my mind that when I'm ready to quit, I can. In comparison to caffeine, it was a breeze.

Coffee hurts physically, and emotionally. I feel like I'm really being hard on myself, depriving myself of something so wonderful and aromatic. There's a sadness to it, like sending away a dog you've befriended, because your parents said no. I think that's the drugs talking.

Come to think of it, I think I feel the same way about sweets (donuts and ice cream in particular).

For now, most of my urges are under control. I had a lapse last night (it was late), and scarfed 3 home made jalopeno poppers. Other than that, I've been holding my own, eating incredibly healthy, setting up meals a week in advance, cooking, and sticking to that routine that we wrote up last week.

may not be real, but funny nonetheless

Wasted weekend

Do you ever have those weeks when you just can't wait for Friday to come and then suddenly it is Sunday and you can't remember one fun thing you did in the past 2 days? Now I am faced with returning to work and the 100 different things that I have to do within the next month to keep people happy. Lets see, what did I do this weekend. I cleaned the house about 5 times, took down the Christmas lights, cleaned the garage, moved a bunch of baby supplies up to the outdoor storage room for safe keeping (protection from cats), I worked a half day on Saturday and I made 7 meals, two baths, 5 clothes changes, 12 diaper changes and took away 103 items from grubby little baby hands. The things I remember the babies grabbing: 3 different remotes, xbox controllers,butter knife, full glass of water, a dirty glove, paper and a freshly sharpened pencil, a quarter and barette that were removed from a mouth, the baby monitor (Samia said we were infringing on her personal space) and a big splinter of wood. Then there was the babies climbing on the top of the chair, the table, the speaker and the dog, all of which are not exactly safe. Of course I could go on and on.

So Greyson and I are supposed to go to the beach this next weekend with friends. It is a makeup trip for the one we missed due to snow. That is all the news fit to print.
-Mel

The fits are starting

So tonight I brought in the Costco pack of toliet paper. Samia cried and cried because she couldn't get the rolls out of the plastic packaging. That was my cue to put her to bed.
-Mel

I was talking to someone about samia's expressions

hey everyone

Hey all, I hope I'm doing this right..
anyways I'm glad that i finally get to be apart of this blog.. So yes I'm expecting.. 7 weeks today. Due Aug 27Th. This morning sickness sucks. I cant wait for this part to be over. anyways so I'm working at rite aid. James works for Wells Fargo. any who I don't have much to say so if anyone wants to talk to me, ask some questions or something. I got to get to bed. I have to get up early in the morning to go to the women's pregnancy resource center.
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Love Anita

P90X lean

Tim, how are we doing on the workout? I finished day 2. Feels like I'm starting from scratch, especially since I'm fighting a bit of a bug.

Larry, you still working out?