Gym: 1, Kate: -50

November 30th, 2007 by Kateastrophe

Miles run: 1

Miles biked: 6

Hip: Ow

Butt bones: OH MY GOSH WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME OWOWOWOWOWOWWWWW

Eyeballis Ouchiosis and other made up ailments

November 27th, 2007 by Kateastrophe

Have your eyeballs ever felt as though they were fried in oil? Yesterday and today, mine do. I have no idea why I’m so tired or why my eyes feel like this but OW, ‘scuse me OW.

So in other boring news, I have an appointment with the Orthopedic Surgeon today and I’m scared (hold me!). About a year and a half ago when I started running again, er, scratch that, for the first time, my right hip started hurting. I just thought it was due to non-use. As I’ve been trying to run more and more (I’m attempting to train for a triathalon in April) it has hurt worse and worse, and it pops pretty much every time I try to stretch it. Soooo, I was told to go see a doctor. I’ve been so excited about getting into shape again, and now I’m afraid the doctor is going to tell me I can’t run or even worse, that something is “broken” and needs surgery. So like I said, I’m a bit scared. I’ve never had any body issues other than a few sprained ankles (ok like ten sprained ankles) so this is the first time I’ve ever gone to the doctor not knowing the outcome. YIKES!

Anyway, just a quick little updated on both my chicken fried eyes and my loudly crunching hip. I’m a huge mess.

Hopefully, this week I’ll get the Christmas Tree up and I can show you pictures of my house ala Christmas! That’s much more fun than any of the other boring, depressing crap I’ve been writing about lately! Yay for Christmas!!

Too tired to think of a title. Got any ideas?

October 16th, 2007 by Kateastrophe

I only have a few minutes but I wanted to update you all on the boring goings on in my life. Because I know you care sooooooo deeply. Or something.

So, in no particular order, I give you:

- I would LOVE to post pictures of the new house for all of you, but somehow in the move, I have misplaced the camera cord. Well, by I, what I actually mean is Matt misplaced it. And by misplaced I mean packed in a box and forgot which one. So um . . . yeah. Sorry about that, but not really because all the pictures are of a HUGE MESS. Our bed is in the family room due to technical difficulties with the frame (which should be fixed tonight. Who knew a 200 lb man doing a superman-esque leap onto the bed after running down the hall at full speed might actually do damage to a bed frame? Oh wait. I did. And I warned him.) and there are boxes and wrappings and blue tape (from finding little things that need to be fixed by the builder) EVERYWHERE. So it’s really in no condition to show you.

- We are almost completely moved out of the old house. Now all we have to do is a bit of cleaning. I’m proud to say the house was not that messy. We got the wood floors pretty dirty moving everything around but all in all, I pat myself on the back for being able to keep the house relatively clean over the past six months. It’s been helpful in many, many ways. And has sucked and been stressful in many, many ways.

It’s bittersweet to be moving out of that house. After spending one night in the new house it seems small, cramped and old, but I still love it. Our blood, sweat and tears went into turning it from a pink carpeted, outdated disaster to something we were proud of. Tomorrow as we do the final cleaning and shut the door for the last time, I will be sad because a very, very happy chapter of Matt’s and my life together is ending. We were in love when we got married for sure, but I truly fell madly in love with my husband in that home. I will miss it and be sad. But only on the drive to the new house. Then I will see the new house and I will be happy again because I really LOVE our new house.

- The Great Internet Debacle of 2007 is raging a war at our new house. We had one of the satellite companies come and install our new TV system and they forgot to mention that they were tapping into the cable box in the study . . . which means that the TV in the study works but the cable Internet doesn’t. That’s a big problem because as nice as a TV is in the study, Internet would be nicer considering it’s where the desktop computer lives. The satellite company promised us a phone call in 24-48 hours to arrange a time to fix it and it’s now been 48 and no call from them. For now we’re thinking wireless on the desktop, but that uses valuable USB cords and heaven knows we need those for multiple iPods, the laser mouse, wireless keyboard . . . you know other junk. So wireless it is for now.

BUT then we tried to use the wireless router. Somehow, on the drive from the old house to the new house, the router broke. It wasn’t dropped, damaged . . . who knows what happened. Maybe it’s against new construction. However, JUST the wireless part broke, the router part still worked. So we had Internet when we were connected to it through a cable but didn’t have wireless. *scratching head here.* So after an hour of trying to figure it out on our own, we decided to do the really dumb thing and call tech support. IN INDIA. (Please note I have nothing against India in general, I just find it very, very difficult to understand and be understood by anyone in another country trying to do TECH SUPPORT.) It was a giant disaster.

“Please plug your modem into the router and then your router into your laptop.”

“Done. I have Internet“

“No, take the laptop cord out of the modem and put it in the router and that should get you connected to the Internet“

“Um, that’s what is already done. And I have Internet on the laptop.”

“I repeat myself kindly please. I need your laptop plugged into the router.”

oh.my.gosh. It went on like this for like two hours and three disconnected calls. We finally talked to someone who seemed to understand what was going on and it appears our router stopped assigning an IP address. So um . . . now that means new router or wait for the company to send us a replacement one.

And the money keeps rolling out.

It’s expensive to move. And I’m tired of sleeping in the family room and eating fast food. And lifting and unpacking boxes. And not exercising and feeling fat. I want so badly to wave a magic wand and make it all done.

*squinting eyes and waving hands*

Not done?

Crap.

A Short Insight Into My Insanty and Disgustingness

June 29th, 2007 by Kateastrophe

So far this week I‘ve worked out with my trainer three times.

And I’m sick of the gym.

I’m sick of being sweaty and gross.

It feels good to exercise, don’t get me wrong

BUT . . .

I have this weird hatred of FULLY showering, fully meaning the part where I have to wash my hair. I guess I have to admit that I hate showering in general, not that I don’t DO it, just that I don’t LIKE it.

I REALLY hate washing my hair.

I hate having to put on lotion post-shower.

Then I hate having to DO my hair.

I hate having to get dressed while covered with lotion and the logistic nightmare it presents.

Then I hate having to do my make-up after ALL of that.

And daily exercising makes me have to do all of this EVERY DAY.

And now for some reason, my whole butt area itches like crazy.

So today, I found myself sitting at my desk, wanting nothing more than to reach DOWN my pants and scratch away at my itchy butt.

I blame it on the exercise.

Just When I Thought Laser Hair Removal Only Worked On The Brunettes

May 3rd, 2007 by Kateastrophe

I have a bad case of the skin funk.

It’s pissing me off. I apparently have some weird form of eczema that causes me to break out into millions of tiny, leprosy-esque (OK, I’ve never actually SEEN someone with leprosy, but in my HEAD this is what it looks like, all right?) water blisters ALL OVER MY FINGERS. It’s very pretty.

I also have this horrible habit of being a picker/popper of all things that grow on my skin. (Just my skin though. I want to throw up in my mouth a lot at the thought of picking or popping things someone else. Hrppbbb) I find much joy in exploding that rat-bastard pimple that has been taunting me, or pulling out the wretched hang-nail. I play and pick at my split ends. I am overjoyed at pulling off peeling skin. SO, people. Imagine what I do with millions of tiny water blisters.

That’s right. I pop them ferociously.

Watery skin funk + OCD need to pop things that grow = I just grossed out the whole world.

OR

Millions of exploded water blisters, some of which weren’t, of course, ready to be popped and have decided to give me their equivalent of the “finger” and grow back, some with fun colors! (OK not really. Or maybe. Or . . . yeah.)

I have been prescribed medication for these little buggers. But that leads me to the next point:

Said medication is steroids and while I relish in the though of gaining all of that muscle whilst joyfully rubbing steroid cream on my hands, I can’t bring myself to even fill the prescription. Why you ask?

Oh I’ll tell you why.

I AM GROWING CHIN HAIR. Not normal, peach fuzz, white chin hair. Oh no. Thick, dark, disgusting, make me want to scream and wail and pound my fists on the floor, FREAKING CHIN HAIR. Granted, there are only, like, two. BUT THERE IS CHIN HAIR.

I come from a hairy bunch of apes (Hi Mom! Hi Dad! Thanks for all of the features I love on myself but seriously, could we have avoided the DAMN HAIR? And the two of you aren’t apes. I am talking about, er . . . my brothers.) and I guess I should have known this day would come. I was blessed with strawberry blonde hair on my head and white blonde hair on my arms and legs, so I should count my blessings (currently naming them one by one . . . ) and be grateful that I am the only person who can really tell when I haven’t shaved my legs in a month or so. (KIDDING people. Sheesh. Only three weeks. HA!)

I just don’t know if I can handle the chin hair, and the other random dark hairs I have noticed rearing their ugly little heads over the past few years. (I just thought those three black arm hairs were freaks . . . apparently not. And while I’m giving you TMI, I might as well let you know that I think I am also growing a happy trail on my stomach. I noticed a random hair under my belly button too. ACK!)

Let’s see . . . Manly Dark Chin Hair + Skin Funk Steroid Cream = Possible to Likely Growth of Male Parts.

It’s like I have the the Black Haired Oozing Skin Funk of Elderly Death for which the only cure is becoming a man. Super duper.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go pop a water blister with a whisker that I shaved off my face with my husband’s razor.

Many Congratulations Are In Order

April 16th, 2007 by Kateastrophe

Today is a good day!

My illustrious Mamacita, aka Jan the Great, finished the Boston Marathon in 4:33:26! Her husband Gary let her beat him (a HUGE DEAL if you know this competitive man) and finished one second later. They braved the freezing cold rain, the wind in miserable (not all the time just right now) Boston and conquered! YAHOOO!!

In other awesome news, my bestest buddy Sara delivered a healthy baby girl on Friday! Lucy Jane was born Friday evening weighing 7lbs 6oz and is 19 inches long. Isn’t she precious?!?!?

I myself have no real news other than I ate a healthy lunch today. Pat on the back for me.

The Neverending Stooorrryyyy la la laaaaa la la laaaa la la laaaa

March 28th, 2007 by Kateastrophe

Weight gain and loss . . . the neverending stories of my LIFE.

Back in high school, lets just say I was chubby and still had quite a bit of baby fat on me. At about sixteen I all of a sudden started to slim out a bit . . . then I hit college where I was dancing about four hours a day, going to the gym about three times a week and had boundless energy and a kick-arse metabolism. I got even skinnier.
Then I got dumped by the guy I thought was the man of my dreams *pause for HYSTERICAL laughter* and I got even SKINNIER.

Then I graduated from college and got a little lazier, but still went to the gym, and I sort of evened out to about right . . . still pretty toned, still skinny and hot, but not TOO skinny. But I had to watch what I ate, big time. I am no longer blessed with a kick-ace metabolism, nor am I blessed with anything resembling “skinny genes.”
Then I got married. and OH. MY. GOSH. did the pounds pack on. Oddly enough though, it wasn’t being ON birth control that added the weight. I can trace my weight gain to about the DAY I decided to QUIT birth control due to the raging psychotic I became while on it.

Now I’m not fat and I know it, but I am uncomfortable in my own skin, and I HATE that. I walk around wondering if the people behind me are commenting on the hilarious way my butt cheeks bounce up and down when I walk . . . or laugh about the muffin tops that have magically appeared. I’m self concious ALL THE TIME. And those of you who know me well know that I am not a self concious person. Never ever have been.
So, after many mental and emotional breakdowns over the size of jeans I am forced to buy to fit my sausage thighs into . . . the healthy eating has begun again. But this time I HAVE to stick to it. For the sanity of myself and everyone around me.
So here’s what I’m asking dear internet . . . all five of you who read me. I need healthy recipes. I need healthy “fast food” suggestions . . . I need weight loss tips. I need it all. Because I need to be able to shop at the stores I’ve shopped at for my whole life again. I need to NOT hear the words “ooh sorry, that’s the biggest size we carry and management is even doing away with THAT size soon.”

I want to walk into the Limited in six months, put on a pair of pants that fit in a size they DO still carry, then throw them on the floor, jump up and down on them and give them the finger.

My thighs and The Limited can go to hell

March 26th, 2007 by Kateastrophe

That is all I have to say about that.

Eating Healthy? HAHAHAHAAAA

March 8th, 2007 by Kateastrophe

So I made a goal to eat better and lose some freaking weight. I got a healthy diet outline from the director of a boot camp that a girl I work with is attending.

I’m supposed to spend the first seven days ridding my body of toxins by not eating any processed foods, sugar, caffeine, carbs or red meat.

Day 1: Mission Accomplished

Day 2: Thwarted by big boss man as he handed me an ENTIRE CASE of girl scout cookies. And not just assorted girl scout cookes. Thin Mints and TAGALONGS (aka the BEST COOKIES EVER CREATED.) I didn’t eat the whole case . . . just a WHOLE BOX.*sob*

Day 3: Thwarted by Diet Coke and my long standing addiction to the juice of life.

Day 4(today): DAMN THOSE GIRL SCOUT COOKIES AND THE DIET COKE!!!!

Ok but I must give myself credit where credit is due . . . I have done SO much better. Cut way back on the cheese and the bread and the french fries and MOST of the chocolate. I’ve been drinking bucketloads of water (and peeing buckets too). And I’ve been eating lots of fruit and vegetables and nuts and yogurt . . . now I just need my thighs to start shrinking ASAP. My comfy jeans aren’t seeming so comfy anymore . . . Anyone know someone I could trade wit and sarcasm for liposuction?

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