"Choosing trust over doubt gets me burned once in a while, but I'd rather be singed than hardened." -Victoria Monfort

Monday, January 26, 2009

Pressed Ham...

Bootcamp blew the big one.

It blew because I remained the same weight, yet according to my scale which stays in the same spot I have lost another pound. I'm pretty fed up with it. This week, instead of her blaming carrots, and popcorn, it was the fact that I eat brown rice too often.

Uh, no. So, I'm thinking I need to find something heavy enough, but a known weight to weigh before I weigh in weekly. She doesnt have a real scale it is one you step on and its digital and it measures body fat and weight. I'm irritated. I'm taking the week off. For that, and because I can't afford it this week. I'm sick of the pressure. I workout 6 hours a week minimum. And I don't eat anything that's bad for me, (except for the occasional night out....) so there's no logical reason for her scale to say I'm not losing. It makes me think about not eating out of frustration, but that's stupid. I'm still working out, just not at bootcamp. This week. I might kick her in the head. I mean, if you gain weight, you have to pay $2 per pound. How can you make people pay if your scale is a peice of shit?

Friday night I went out with the gals. We had dinner, at Rockne's. I'd hoped for Cleats all week, a big tall beer, and some greasy totally unhealthy bar food. Which after having Healthy Choice soup, spaghetti squash, chicken, and brown rice for weeks, makes you do a happy dance just thinking about!

They were closed. What a total crock of shit. So, I still had beer, but a turkey club instead. I guess you could say the bread is bad, and the fact that I got fries with it was bad. But it's not greasy bar food. Oh well. The beer was fabulous enough! I had four to be exact. Miller Light....which barely passes for beer, but better than nothing. And I don't regret one of them. I didn't gain weight this weekend either.

We hung out at Bruebakers after that. Where one of my friends asked some totally drunk guy to give me and our friend a pressed ham. You can see by the picture that he did it. We laughed until we cried over that one. I tried to talk them into putting a maxi pad on his back cus he wouldn't go away. But they wouldn't.

Later, he asked my friend when she was going to do a pressed ham, and then mentioned that he wanted to molest her in the parking lot. Creep-y. Who says molest? Maybe its cus he was way older? I dunno! Some other dude was totally checking our table out and I told my one friend dude was checking her out. When we were leaving he introduced himself to me, asked me to stay and have a drink with him. I said we were leaving, but thank you, and he said "come on you dont want to have a drink with me ?" I said my friends are leaving they are my ride. Meanwhile, he has hold of my hand. *eeek*

I'm such a total chicken shit. I really don't mind if someone wants to buy me a drink, that's more money in my pocket, but theres a way in asking that makes it seem wrong to accept. I got scared and we left. I'd say the manfriend is pretty lucky I'm that way. I'm so not the flirty type at all!

In other news, I took the new kitty to the manfriend's on Saturday. Her name's Mojo for several reasons. She is right at home there. She slept in the bed with us too. Sunday we went and he bought her all sorts of goodies at the store. He's pretty cute with her and it just melts my heart! Some girls would think that about seeing their man with kids. Me? Its cats. He got her a new bed, and some toys and scratcher, and catnip. She played like a real cat. She hadn't acted very cat like, but now she's in the swing of it.

Oh! Since I didn't get home from manfriends until after 1 am, I didn't have time to do my drawing for the fabulous valentines giveaway! Remember if you want to win to comment, otherwise, I will have a winner tomorrow!! Aren't you so excited? I know I am!


Mike said...

So, are you saying that there is no more bootcamp in your future?

Life On Edge. said...

if the woman from the bootcamp got you discouraged, she failed at her job. But don't forget who you're working for in the first place here: yourself!
Working out 6 hours a week is very good and paying attention to eating right is perfect - so you KNOW you are doing it right - you KNOW it will pay off, don't give up!!

AMPlifier said...

I love the maxi pad idea! Too bad your friend didn't go through with it. I was having fun virtually hanging out w/ you guys until the creepy guy pressed to buy you a drink. :/

merider (M.E.-rider) said...

OMG...I had no idea what the photo was until you explained it! Too funny. But yeah...men at that bar sound like creeps, ick!
As for the scale/bootcamp thing. Take YOUR scale next time and show her that you've lost. Sounds to me like she's trying to make some extra cash!
Very cute about manfriend and Mojo - yeah! She has a home. :-)

Beth said...

I have been following your blog for a while. I found you through my Aunt's Blog so I am not some crazy cyber-stalker. Anyway, I wanted to say that your positive attitude is such an inspiration. No matter how crappy my mood is it gets better after reading your blog, and I thank you for that. Your writing radiates your energy and positive attitude which is hard to find these days. Keep up all your hard work, it has already payed off and it will continue to.

LBluca77 said...

"Pressed ham" HAHA I have never heard of that but man is that funny.

Fizzgig said...

Yea, ill be back to bootcamp in a week. I think I'm in a rut, so I'm taking a break.

Life on the edge:
Thank you for the encouragement! I need it!

I'm so not cut out for that sort of thing. It makes me nervous. Like I'm doing something wrong. Yea, the pad wouldve been funny he was totally freaky!

I'm going to figure something out. It's not fair especially for those that gain and have to pay money!
they are pretty cute together!!

welcome! Thank you for noticing, because it really means a lot when someone catches on to the positive, and it changes their lives!

we use to do them in high school. I dunno why they call it a pressed ham.

Allison M. said...

my friends and I used to eat quite a few meals at the Kent Rockne's back in our college days.