I’m challenging you to get in 15 workouts with no excuses over the course of the mon the month of November. That’s it. It’s just 15 different days of workouts without making up an excuse, complaining or trying to squirm your way out of getting active.
Work went quickly, I got a chat & a hug from Dreamy McDreamerson*, Mattie stopped by work w half a chocolate covered S’more for me, I had a great workout and now I’m home, snuggled on the couch in sweatpants with a blanket as I enjoy my sweet potato & Morningstar Falafel wrapped in lettuce.
Plus, it’s a four day work week for me - so I’m already 1/4 of the way to my 3-Day weekend in Baltimore & Washington, DC. Holla!
At least the time passes more quickly when I’m in this mood! :)
Finishing up my elliptical lovin/cardio focused/dance party bonanza workout then home to shower before meeting some friends & family for a 2 PM matinee at my theater! So excited for the laughter I’m sure will ensue. I’ve been looking forward to this show since June.
First, it was the puppy parade that I was going to take my friend’s little girl, Raven, to this morning - but then it was cancelled due to the snow…
Then it was the gym being closed because of the water main break…
Then there was the endless bickering with my father…
And then finally - the dinner out with my mom & the fight she started in the middle of the meal. “How much debt do you have, exactly?” AND “You realize moving to Arizona isn’t going to solve all of your problems just because the weather is nicer there, right?”
That fight was the one that put me over the edge. There were tears (oh yes, public tears!) of frustration and nothing was really resolved. I am an asshole because I want to try to live my life outside of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. And it’s something she’ll never understand - ever. Because she married my dad & moved across the street from her parents & that was that.
At least, that’s what the sign says. I’m convinced it’s an evil plan by the staff to get Halloween Party Saturday off. But maybe that’s just me being bitter because I’m only now regretting not having more fun weekend plans. (I’m really not big on Halloween tho - unless it involves watching my babies trick or treat in WV.)
Either way, I drove 15 minutes in the gross weather to the gym, only to not burn any calories and come back. It was SUCH a mental battle to get there this afternoon too… I’m in an epically lazy mood today.
Now I’m back home, laying on my bed, heater on & laundry in the wash. I seriously don’t feel like doing ANYTHING. Not even watching tv. I’m sure I’ll fall asleep.
Dinner date with my mother later. At least that will force me to wake up & shower eventually. Then maybe I can tackle some cleaning tonight…
But all of my coworkers loved them - and they were ALL gone right away. Which is great, because I didn’t want to have to eat them all. I mean, I wanted to…but I can’t.
Today’s an off-workout day, due to working both jobs. Early meetings this morning, back to my desk to catch up this afternoon… then rush hour traffic to fight before I got home and had to deal with working online all night. I’m caught up for a second though; hopefully it stays slow for the rest of my shift because I am SO ready for sleep.
Since there wasn’t a workout, I struggled to stay within my calories for the day but I did! And 64 calories to spare. Another reason I need to go to bed soon - so I’m not tempted to eat anything else.
Today I woke up and thought about calling off from work. My bed was so ridiculously warm & comfy & heavenly —and the outside world was cold, dark & rainy. Secretly I’m a very (VERY!) lazy person who would love nothing more than to lay in bed and watch movies & bad reality tv the whole friggin day log. Eating & sleeping - eating & sleeping - would make me a very, very happy person. That and texting.
But I didn’t. Instead I went to work early.
Today I thought about a grande salted caramel mocha from Starbucks. Full fat, lots o’ cream and maybe (just maybe) an extra shot or two thrown in.
But I didn’t. Instead I had a short, sugar-free vanilla latte with skim milk.
Today I thought about ordering something super big & delicious at a paid-by-the-awesome-boss-surprise-lunch-as-a-reward-for-such-an-awesome-opening-night-on-Friday, even though I was not really all that hungry at all.
But I didn’t. Instead I got a small cup of butternut squash soup and drank water, while my boss & coworker ate the world’s biggest sandwiches. WITH fries. And booze.
Today I thought about skipping the gym - because it was still cold, dark & rainy and work had been crazy, crazy busy. Plus this was my only “relaxing” night this week - so to go home, put on pjs and relax would feel like heaven.
But I didn’t. Instead I hit the gym hard for over an hour - a mix of elliptical & weights - that both left me really sore by the time I left.
Today I thought about forgetting my plans of making my friend, Zach’s, Award Winning (Ground Turkey) Chili. Yet the last place I felt like dealing with was the grocery store… especially for something that would take awhile to make & wouldn’t become instant gratification. Skipping it definitely seemed like the best option.
But I didn’t. I went to the grocery store, waited in a ridiculously long line, and came home to make the chili. Only to realize two key ingredients had been thrown out by my mother - so I had to make a trip BACK to the grocery store mid-prep.
Now that the day is almost over — and I am close to climbing into bed — I look back at my Monday and I’m glad I made the choices I made. All small choices - that wouldn’t have made my day any better had I chosen the other options.
I am not sitting here, wishing I had had the grande latte, or the big sandwich, or that I had skipped the gym or the chili. My day feels full of all good things — and none of the bad.
I may not have done anything SUPER impressive today - like run a marathon or eat completely paleo or have something I worked super hard on be published.
But I made good choices. And I’m going to bed tonight - this dark, cold, rainy Monday night - without an ounce of guilt.
It’s weird. And honestly? I really have no idea where to start. How do I explain the last 3 weeks of my life? 16 other people in this world can relate, but to a reader at their computer, or my family and friends? I don’t know. I’ve seen some of the most extreme poverty of my life recently,…
Yesterday was the best day of work I’ve had… maybe ever.
I met one of my favorite characters from Brothers & Sisters at the Meet & Greet in the afternoon (he’s going to be in our second production this year — a one man show) and then sat through the first reading.
90 minutes of awesomeness, it was.
The show is ABSOLUTELY fantastic. The story is so good - the music so beautiful - and Luke’s performance, after only four days of rehearsals, is already freaking incredible. I am SO excited to be a part of something that will be SO big in Pittsburgh. I can’t believe how lucky I am to find myself working for a theater right now that is producing such great work… It even makes me start to question how I’m going to be able to walk away in a year. It just sucks I can’t pick this place up and plop it down in Arizona. Everything from the work to the staff to the schedule I love.
Then later that night was the opening night for our first production of the year. Opening Night went SUPER well — it was my first not only at my new theater, but my first working in theater period. At my old theater, I always had to work online on Friday nights so I never made it. I never enjoyed the performance or the party… I never took the time to get to know the actors or the board. But I’ve switched my work schedule on opening nights because I am expected to attend with the new theater - and I couldn’t be happier. It was great to see the show (what a show!) and great to drink some wine & mingle.
Totally perfect work day all around.
I definitely went to bed a little drunk… and super smiley.
"Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn’t it be the other way around? I don’t really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void."
I haven’t used my calorie count on my iPhone since the Game on Diet started.
I also haven’t tracked (too seriously) the number of days I hit the gym on it either. Which means I haven’t gone as much as I should have. Not that I quit going by any means… but I have skipped a few times here and there.
This turned out insanely amazing. I will DEFINITELY be making it again — I even froze two servings so I have any easy-grab for lunch or dinner during the week. Next time I’ll probably double the receipe so I can have more servings to freeze. If you love meatloaf (shutupItotallydo) and are looking for a healthier alternative - this is definitely the way to go!
This was also my first stab and making quinoa with ANYTHING - and I am a huge fan now.
Ingredients 1/4 cup quinoa 1/2 cup water 1 teaspoon olive oil 1 small onion, chopped 1 large clove garlic, chopped 1 (20 ounce) package ground turkey 1 tablespoon tomato paste 1 tablespoon hot pepper sauce 2 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce 1 egg 1 1/2 teaspoons salt 1 teaspoon ground black pepper 2 tablespoons brown sugar 2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce 1 teaspoon water Directions
1. Bring the quinoa and water to a boil in a saucepan over high heat. Reduce heat to medium-low, cover, and simmer until the quinoa is tender, and the water has been absorbed, about 15 to 20 minutes. Set aside to cool.
2. Preheat an oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
3. Heat the olive oil in a skillet over medium heat. Stir in the onion; cook and stir until the onion has softened and turned translucent, about 5 minutes. Add the garlic and cook for another minute; remove from heat to cool.
4. Stir the turkey, cooked quinoa, onions, tomato paste, hot sauce, 2 tablespoons Worcestershire, egg, salt, and pepper in a large bowl until well combined. The mixture will be very moist. Shape into a loaf on a foil lined baking sheet. Combine the brown sugar, 2 teaspoons Worcestershire, and 1 teaspoon water in a small bowl. Rub the paste over the top of the meatloaf.
5. Bake in the preheated oven until no longer pink in the center, about 50 minutes. An instant-read thermometer inserted into the center should read at least 160 degrees F (70 degrees C). Let the meatloaf cool for 10 minutes before slicing and serving.
Nutritional Information: Serves 5 Amount Per Serving Calories: 286 | Total Fat: 13.3g
Coworker #2 Telling me she ALSO loved my lipgloss. Like… A lot.
Coworker #3 (surprisingly a straight male) Telling me he loved the color of my shirt.
Coworker #4 Telling me she loved my necklace.
Coworker #5 Telling me he loved my shoes.
Coworker #6 Telling my she’s loving how long my hair is getting.
Seriously? I mean, I get compliments at work on a regular basis - but 6 separate instances, all on different parts of my look, was REALLY needed today. I was definitely in a little bit of a physical/self confidence funk this morning… But not by the end of the work day! :)
(But then I got to Hip Hop and kept looking at my reflection in the mirror and was overly critical of my body the entire time - so then I ended on a not-so-positive note. Oh well!)
I had planned a surprise over a month ago to drive up to Findlay, Ohio to visit one of my best friends (LDH) for a fun weekend. She’s been living there for over a year now with her husband (who I also adore,) and I’ve only been up once to visit — and that was for Girls Weekend back in February. I hadn’t made it for some true one-on-one bonding with her, and from recent conversations with her I had realized a visit was very overdue!
However, when Allison’s mother passed away last week - I was torn. Do I go out to Phoenix, or go to Findlay as planned? Once I realized the trip to Arizona wasn’t really the best decision (as hard as that was to realize) - I was SO torn. Should I go to Findlay still and have fun with my friend, knowing my other friend is facing the hardest weekend of her life?
But really — what was the other option? To sit home and do nothing? Who does that help? Plus, the $70 in gas to get to Findlay can’t be compared to the $500+ flight I would have needed to get to Arizona.
Off to Findlay I went — arriving around 12:30 in the morning on Thursday, where my friend’s husband had left the door unlocked, so I could slip into the apartment & bust into their bedroom to wake her from a dead sleep. It was the scariest scream ever - but the best way to surprise someone, thats for sure! She had absolutely no idea I was coming (success!) and we were both so exciting to hang out, we ended up staying awake until 5 a.m. just talking.
And talking. And talking.
And talk we did. All weekend.
Nothing overly exciting happened while I was up there - we made dinner and shopped and apple picked and bonfired! A lot of relaxing and laughing and talking. A truly, truly amazing visit for all the simple & right reasons. They are two of the people I will miss the most when I move to Arizona. Not that they will be “gone” from my life, and not that LDH & I have ever been geographically close to each other while we’ve been good friends… But to be able to just pack up the car & drive 4.5 hours & be there? That won’t be able to happen once I move away.
And for some reason that made me sad on my (loooong) drive home Sunday afternoon. As the seasons change now — and we are deep into fall — I realize how important this year is going to be. In addition to working on my weight (ugh) and finances and work experience… I need to soak up all the special moments like this weekend.
They won’t be so easy to have a year or two from now. But that’s part of the price I’ll have to pay - right?
What I love most about my friends all over the country, is the space they make for me in their daily lives when I visit.
The rooms they ready, the food they make, the fun they put in place. Even when I’m trying to do something for someone else - all of my friends turn the good deed right back around to make me feel at home.
There have been many times on a visit to see friends when they, or their spouse, have referred to my temporary sleeping space as “Kari’s room.” A simple slip of the tongue that - to me - represents so truly how open & loving these individuals are. How much I’m welcome, how much I’m loved.
My favorite quote of all time - which was discussed this weekend with my friend - is, “I am at home everywhere & nowhere. I am never a stranger & I never quite belong.” A quote that represents so truly this “wandering soul” feeling I often have… And yet, my ability to always feel like family to my friends.
Tonight, as I fall asleep in my current room, I am reminded of how thankful I am for all the friends I have in my life. Friends from childhood & high school, friends from college & the 4+ years so far following. The friendships to come.
It is why I am always so excited to meet new people, to open new chapters. The love & abundance keeps doubling, proving that you can never have enough of the good stuff; you can never be too loved.
Thanks to my stupid, accidental 3-hour nap tonight… I’m up really late and can’t sleep. Like, really late. Like… I’m going to hate myself tomorrow late. I’m up so late, I recieved the direct deposit notification in my inbox for this week’s pay.
So I sat here, figuring out my bills & paying off stuff — which I wanted to do ASAP since my (own personal) goal of what I want to pay off in debt each month was a LITTLE behind for September because of New York. I wanted to just pay off what needed to be paid off before I could spend the extra money.
So I did.
There went a large portion of that pay… right onto the (closed) credit card balance.
It feels SO GOOD when I put a significant dent in the debt, which is good. I’m sure I’ll get a little stressy tomorrow when I wake up and so much of the money has been sent away already. But it’s okay. I’ll survive.
Now that it is October - it’s officially been one year since I’ve been with ACCC, and it has been (by far) the best decision I’ve made in the past 12 months. I have paid off more than required of me every month (since I have my own goal of getting this stuff paid off by Oct 2012 — two years total, not the five year plan they currently have me on!) And I am on track to having everything paid off, if I stick to everything on my budget, by Oct 2012.
I am also still on track to finish paying back my aunt & uncle (who loaned me money a few years ago) by July 2012. I’ve never missed a payment for them once and never had to offer them any less; hopefully this is the only time I will ever owe them money.
I’m also slowly (so slowly!) but surely trying to save money on the side too. I have a figure in my head that I think I need for the move that I’m hoping to reach by the time it comes to head back west. I don’t know if that goal is realistic or not — we’ll see — and I’m HOPING I receive SOME sort of tax return this year to help out with that. I’ve owed money for the past two years — definitely something I don’t want to repeat again. Because of the past two years, this year I went out of my way to have the most money possible taken out each pay — and pulled additional money as well. Just in case. Fingers crossed, I should not only be covered - but refunded/rewarded.
What’s exciting to think about… is that someday soon (a year! a year!), all of this money I am paying back now won’t have to be paid back anymore. Sure, I will end up taking on some debt in another form (helllllllllllo new-to-me-car-that-I-so-desperately-need!) but even that car payment will be way less than what I am trying to pay up each month now on the debt.
I just need to stay focused, stay on myself to make the payments I know I need to make, and everything else should fall into place.