Saturday, April 13, 2013

Lazy Saturday


I'm currently doing nothing.  And it feels fan-frickin'-tastic.  But don't tell anyone because once the word is out, that's usually when I start getting asked to do stuff and I apparently don't know how to say no.

Actually, that's not really true.  I usually always want to say yes to things, but I always get carried away and say yes before checking my calendar and that's when Bart and I end up having a million things to do, places to go, people to see.

Except for TODAY.  Somehow, this Saturday slipped under the radar and I found myself without any plans.  Actually, I had to be up at 6:30 this morning so I could head over to my parents house to help get my niece, Tiana Banana, ready for her dance competition.

Holy lanta.  Dance competitions.  My mom and my brother usually do all the work to get T-Pot to her competitions, but hair and makeup always fall to me.  When my mama first recruited me to do T's hair and makeup, I said yes without even thinking (hel-lo, it's my little doll of a niece and we'll be playing with hair stuffs and makeup! What's to think about?) and then I was told that practice makeup session would be at the dance studio and I was like, hold up, whaaa? Practice makeup session?

I get there and there are chairs all set up in the circle and the makeup "artists" ie. parents, etc. are on the inside facing their little dancers and the dance dad's are at the back of the room making comments and trying hard to appear manly in the face of tutus and lace.

Okay, this makeup practice session took TWO flipping hours, people.  And it was a hostile environment, man.  Competitive dance people are scary, y'all.  I mean, I've seen a few episodes of those reality dance shows, but I thought that was just Americans (sorry, man, Marti and Ann learned how us Canadians picture Americans - don't get all offended, I know you think I'm typing this from inside an igloo while a moose lays at the end of my bed warming my feet.  Don't lie.)  So yes.  Competitive dance people are legit intense.  And looking around, I guess I can see why they would want to have a practice makeup session with some of the people.  Apparently, looking at a picture and just copying what the picture looks like is lost on some people.  You want to know what else competitive dance is, while I'm on a roll about it?  It's EXPENSIVE!  Holy cow!  You can't just go out and buy your own makeup and fishnet stockings (yes, little girls in fishnets...I have no words...) everyone has to get it from the same place so everyone has the SAME of everything.  And when this happens, the company that EVERYONE is getting EVERYTHING from goes nuts.  I had one lady say oops because she accidentally swiped too much foundation onto her little girl's face and the dad about flipped out and was like, "that's $5 a swipe!!!"

Wow, this post totally got away from me.  Anywho, final word on that: competitive dance = that shiz is cray, yo.

Aaaaanywho, so I went and got girlfriend ready and BOOM. Done. She was good to go. Gotta be back there again tomorrow morning, this time at 6 am to get her ready for Day 2 of competition (like I said, shiz is cray).

Now here I am left to my own devices.  I've got my gym bag and yoga mat in the car and I'm already wearing gym gear.  All I need to do is haul ass to the gym to get my sweat on.  Except...I don't get to this part of town very I think I'll hang around.  Pop in and see what's at the Walmart here.

I've been looking high and low for a lunch tote.  Yes, I said it. A lunch tote.  A nice kind with long straps that I can get over my shoulder and big enough to fit all the crazy things that I end up dumping into a plastic bag because I don't ever want to run out of food/options.  Apparently, it's hard to meet all this criteria. But my mom told me she found really nice ones at Walmart, so it was off to get me a lunch tote!  The one I found there is actually really nice, but I also heard there were nice ones at Costco....hmmm.  Well, I picked that one up and then thought I'd head over to Costco just to check.  You know...for research purposes.

Prior to heading over there, I may have picked up to almost identical running outfits.  I say almost identical because they're technically just opposites.  I got neon green running shorts with a black technical running jacket.  And the second outfit is black running shorts with a neon green technical running jacket.  They are currently shoved in the trunk of my car because Bart was home when I got home.

CONFESSION: Okay, I don't really technically have to hide things that I buy from my husband.  Without trying to sound like I'm explaining myself too much in that I'm trying to convince myself more than I am you, I can buy things.  It's just that in the last few days, I've gotten quite a lot of fit gear and even though he won't think it, I guess I feel like it's a lot lately, so I'll just wait and naturally incorporate these new items into my closet.  Honestly, I don't even know why I'm being all shady about it, the last time we went out for a run we had to slow down 80 times because my pants were falling and I needed to hike them up.

...okay.  Clearly, I made myself feel all shady and sound like a binge shopper so I went and hauled the stuff out of the trunk of the car and practically threw it at Bart and was like, HERE. I BOUGHT THIS! I'm not hiding it! *LOL* OMG, he looked at me and was like, why are you throwing it at me? And yelling?

*Breathes* Well, now that we've cleared all that up...I can Instagram my new outfits later!
Edited to add the mix and match fashion show!
I totally forgot what I was talking about and this is STILL not where I meant to be going with this post!  My friend Josho said I talk too much in my posts.  That's when I BRB'd him on GoogleTalk and never came back that day. *LOL*

Oh right! Costco!  Found they had LOTS of cute lunch totes - urban lunch totes, I should say they call them.  For the modern woman who can't afford to buy lunch erryday...that may not be the exact tagline that they use.  Of course, on my way to the registers, I had to pass by the clothes and totally randomly grabbed this shirt.  I have been on a strips/sailer/yacht look kick lately and I thought this looked like something I would wear on a boat.  I took a gamble and grabbed a medium and figured I could try it on at home and return it - which gave me an excuse to come back to Costco later on this week.  But LOOK.

It's weird.  Back in the day when I was larger, I used to have a picture of the teenager me in my head whenever I'd be out buying clothes.  Meaning, I'd always look at smaller sized clothes and think it would fit me and then be totally scandalized and freak out in the dressing room when I couldn't even get it on.  Now I have the opposite effect.  I look at clothes and everything just seems too small.  Until I try them on and then they either fit or they're huge.  I've still been buying large sizes only to be surprised when I get home and try them on and they're too big.  When I was bigger, I couldn't accept that I was big, and now that I'm smaller...I can't seem to accept that I'm no longer bigger.  Weird things going on with my perception.  Or I guess I still can't really believe that I'm in the midst of succeeding at something like weight-loss.  It's always been something of a holy grail mission to me.

I also picked up my first ever cookbooks.

When Bart and I first got engaged, I made sure I was very clear on the fact that I don't cook (or clean for that matter LOL).  But the cooking part moreso.  I don't really know if it's a Filipino thing or if it's just in my family, but all my family members (my dad has 10 brothers and sisters) on both sides of my parents - it's the men that cook.  So I've always been used to my dad being the one who cooks.  And I come to the table and eat. Clearly my parents weren't doing Bart any favors *LOL*

Technically, I can cook.  It's just that I'd rather not.  Until lately.  One of the main reasons how I got myself so overweight was that I never cared to cook and we were always eating out.  Like, every meal.  All day, every day.  It had to take it's toll and I had to reach the moment where that just wasn't cutting it anymore.

For the last six months, we've been doing a lot more cooking at home and I've been trying out different recipes that people have given me or that I've found on the internet and while at Costco, I thought it was high time that I had some cookbooks of my own.  I stood in the cookbook section for a LONG time.  There was a lot to choose from.  To narrow it down, I decided that I wouldn't choose a cookbook with the word "DIET" in the title.  I'm not dieting.  I don't want to eat a particular diet.  I just want to eat WELL.

I was able to flip through the Looneyspoons book a bit (before I fell asleep - Saturday afternoon cat naps are AWESOMESAUCE!) and I'm happy with my first two choices.  I don't particularly enjoy Janet and Greta on TV, but I like this cookbook.  It's funny and corny but it also has random nutrition and health tips and the recipes sound really good.  I busted out my colorful post-its to flag down the ones I'd like to try.

While I lounge lazily in bed watching Saturday pass me by (and not feeling even a BIT guilty about it!) I was also able to get some much blogging bonding going.  I LOVE having blogs to read.  Thing is, if I'm really particular about my LUNCH bag, you can guess I'm kind of particular about the blogs I read.  So I guess I should say I LOVE having AWESOME blogs to read!  Today, I was able to find a few and hunker down and get some reading done and get to "know" a few awesome ladies out there.

My coworker Anna passed along SkinnyMeg's and MamaLaughlin's Instagram accounts and blogs to me last Friday and I was able to go in and I heart them already.  I know my blog posts are long to read and can get pretty lengthy, and they're not for everyone, so I guess it's no surprise that I like blogs that are similar to mine.  With actual content.  Funny, witty writing and pictures and just actual chit-chat.  (I just re-read this part and it totally sounds like I'm saying my blog is funny and witty and awesome, which isn't what I meant but I'm too lazy to fix it.  Meh.)  I like to think that blogs, while they are accessible for everyone to read, it's still really for myself.  It's my space to get down what I'm thinking and I LOVE being able to look back on posts and read what was going on during that part of my life.  Is it also bad that I find myself entertaining? *LOL*  Needless to say, I like reading blogs of a similar nature when it's not all about sponsored ads and reviews of product or plugs for product.  I like getting to know the person behind the blog, too.  Since I pointed out two blogs I'm currently enjoying, I should also highlight my friend Courtney from Treadmill Runway because she's amazeballs and I heart her blog.  My blog wants to be like hers when it grows up.

Anywho, talking about long posts.  This is probably getting up there and Bart's starting to pull the blankets away from me in an attempt to get me out of the house.  We are currently debating movies, bowling or laser tag!  Hope you all have an amazing rest of your weekend!  Do you have any date night ideas to bust out of the same ol', same ol' dinner and a movie?

P.S. I got all carried away, but I'd like to mention that I did get myself to the gym eventually! *LOL*

This girl did WEIGHTS!


Marti Wills said...

yo!!!! so holy crap i am not even going to recognize you when you get here next month!!!!!!!

of course I LOVE your blog because you are the hilarious-est person i know!


Swimmom said...

Hi Cat! Remember me? Well maybe not, but I'm happy to find you again! And WHOA! Congrats on the weight loss! What an inspiration!

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