My work kitchen has an awesome flat screen TV that is always on for people to watch during lunch or getting water or whatever. And right at the TV base is a remote. A remote that anyone can pick up and use.
So today I found out that someone in my office called HR to complain that the TV channel was often set to Fox News, which ruined their day. HR followed up on the complaint and blocked Fox News from airing on our TV going forward. Now y’all know there’s absolutely no love lost between me and Fox News… but for goodness sake, just change the channel!
I do what everyone always says not to do. I weigh myself everyday. How else am I supposed to make graphs in excel of my daily weightloss against my net calories? Yeah…. I’m not even joking about that…. ANYWAY. I also know that since bloating and water weight can fluctuate day to day that the way to know how much I’m truly losing is to “officially” track it one day a week – and that day is Wednesday. So this morning I gave my little Wednesday pep talk to my scale “come on buddy, I worked really hard this week! Don’t piss me off…. give me good numbers!” and hesitantly stepped on. AND IT WAS DOWN! 10 pounds from my starting point. So so so happy. Greatest day ever! I skipped to my closet to get dressed for the day and for the first time in about 7 years (i.e. wedding diet weight loss) I put on my clothes and saw that it was loose is some places. And I almost burst into tears… or at least pouted emphatically. Because the only area loose was around my chest.
WTF – I count on my chest to make my gut look smaller. This is not good! I may have gone on a tirade about how much men and their when-I-lose-weight-the-first-thing-to-go-is-my-gut unfairness. Which is when my coworker, friend, and weight loss buddy stepped in and told me to buy the wine rack from amazon… a padded bra filled not with cotton… BUT with wine.
I’m considering it.
I woke up this morning in thick flannel pajamas after spending the night sleeping until 3 layers of blankets, one of which was an electric warming blanket. I threw off the covers and danced around the bedroom with joy. I went downstairs to peer at our house thermometer and what do you know, it got all the way up to 65 degrees! On my way to work today, Z100 warned of a wintry mix starting from this afternoon. I smiled. And looking at my weather app right now, it says 28 degrees with a high of 30 for the day. I am ecstatic. It’s downright almost balmy.
Because living in Connecticut I have really learned to appreciate the days that aren’t too cold or aren’t too hot as darn near perfect. In Hawaii, I’d wake up in January, it would be 70 degrees. Brr. I’d turn off my AC. I’d look outside. Great, rain. Sucks! What a horrible day. Ridiculous.
Meanwhile, since I missed OHT on the weekend, here’s another one… or two: hot chocolate and hot New England clam chowder. Perfect cold weather treats.
I had spent the second half of 2012 completely unhappy on the book reading front. Barely anything captured my attention, and those that did rarely kept it. Until I read The Tea Rose, a monster of a book that spanned the time period from 1888 to 1898 in both London and New York. I had picked it up because of a reference I had seen on a goodreads review about Jack the Ripper. Now Jack was definitely a part of The Tea Rose, but not the book’s main focus, which was the life and times of a poor East End London girl named Fiona Finnegan. I’m not sure how to explain how amazing this book was without giving anything away, except to say, there was romance, broken hearts, murder, mystery and pretty much every historical event taking place in London and New York around those times. Needless to say, I lost many hours of sleep getting through this 544-page turner.
Which is why, despite the fact that I was scared to pick up another book that might just drag on and on and send me back to boredom, I originally decided not to continue on with Jennifer Donnelly’s second book, The Winter Rose (The Tea Rose is the first in a trilogy). I needed to get some sleep and book number two was looking more like a George RR Martin novel at 704 pages than a quick
beach ski slope read. And, since The Winter Rose was going to focus on another member of Fiona’s family, and not Fiona herself, I felt it might be a big letdown.
Turns out I was completely wrong. At lease about the second book being a letdown. Considering I wouldn’t go to sleep this weekend until I finished it at 4 AM Saturday morning, and then was so eager to finish the trilogy that I jumped onto Amazon, downloaded The Wild Rose to my kindle and stayed up another half hour before passing out, I was definitely right about the former.
So I don’t want to even discuss anything about The Winter Rose since it will give spoilers away for The Tea Rose (great book review you’re doing, Sonja), but there’s more romance, broken hearts, and murder as well as a deluge of historic events (included for entertainment value, not for accuracy) stemming from 1900 to 1907 and from England to Africa. And I definitely got my fill of Fiona in this book even if it didn’t center around her. So here’s my recommendation:
- Clear a lot of free time in your schedule
- Get a lot of sleep
- Get all three books and start reading.
No, just no.
Though the fact that I found this filed / labeled as a Valentine’s card for a husband is still making me laugh.
I might have gone a little overboard buying cards today. While the bridal shower card one is completely necessary, the get well after your surgery one I plan to send to my dad’s newly neutered puppy may not be.
Oh what a difference 4 months make.