Caught with egg on my face

Oh wow....was I ever! Can't wait until it happens again!!!!

I was reading a few of my favorite blogs, as I'm wont to do when I don't want to do what I really should be doing. C'mon, you know you do it too!!!! Renee from My Kitchen Adventures posted all about these little babies!!!! Yes, I know that's a hell of a long link...I just couldn't decide which part to highlight!

Anyway, silicone egg poachers. Freaking awesome!!!!! Read about hers, read about mine, then run out and get yourself some! They work. No mess, no hassle, very little clean up! Loved them! I don't usually like a lot of pictures, it makes me dizzy to scroll down to look at them. I can't help it, I need to include all 6 here!

Without further ado.....Pixie's version of Huevos Rancheros. Clocked in at 6 PointsPlus. I added some Guiltless Gourmet tortilla chips to the mix for an extra 2 points.

Here is my egg in it's adorable little silicone nest. I sprayed it with non stick cooking spray first.



I brought a few inches of water to boil in the pan and then gently set my little boat afloat. I covered the pan.



I set the timer.



I used a slotted spoon to remove the egg. Pan is pristine. Slotted spoon clean as all it touched was the silicone cup.



One little slip of my spoon around the edge of the cup and the egg slid right out onto my waiting mountain of goodness. Not one thing left in that silicone cup. Clean as a whistle. Nothing stuck. Getting the idea it worked well???



Finished product. It was so good! The egg made it rich. I even forgot the chips until half way through the meal. Yes, that is indeed a dinner plate. It was a mountain of yumminess!



It was a meal I'd eat again in an instant. I make my own taco meat with ground turkey. I had 1/4 cup of fat free refried beans on the bottom. Yes TJ that is indeed green stuff! Romaine. A little salsa for zing. Yummy!

I got these Norpro egg cups from Amazon. I ordered 1 set of 2. I just now placed an order for 5 more sets. I wanted another for myself and several of my friends in the park wanted them too after hearing me rave about them at Mah Jongg today. I'm sure you can find them at a local store. I give them two thumbs up!

Peace be the journey

:-)

Notes from the Universe

You all know I really enjoy the notes from the universe I get in my inbox daily. Some days they make me smile, some days they're lame, but some days they really resonate with me. Take this one for example.....

All that you need to have all that you want, Debby, will be provided, as if by magic, once you know what you want and do something about it every day.

No matter what,
The Universe

Wow....what a concept! What if when we were floundering, or even off the deep end in our journey to health, hotness, or hell I don't know what, if we just did something every day.

When I was so far off plan here the last year, I didn't really know where to begin. It seemed overwhelming to me to just give up the bad habits and dive into the good. That's what took so long. 65 pounds long.

What if, when I fell off the horse and the bastard ran away on me, I did just one thing. What if I ate one veg a day. What if I did that for a whole week and then the next week did something else? What if I went for a 5 minute walk instead of doing nothing at all? Maybe after a few weeks, the gap between my insane out of control life style & some semblance of healthy behavior wouldn't have seemed so wide.

Are you out there in the same boat I was? Sinking fast? You know what you want...it just seems to difficult to obtain it.

Today do something.

Anything.

One thing.

No matter what.

Peace be the journey

:-)

Let us begin it

No, not the grace that my father would say if allowed.....

Let us begin it.
Take a potato and skin it.
Pass the cake for Christ's sake.
Amen.

Sorry, that came to mind, therefor, had to be shared.

Tomorrow is the day I get back on program. By the time any of you read this, it will be the day. It's been a long time coming. I've been dragging my feet. Making every excuse in the book. Even tonight I caught myself thinking...just one more day. I'll start Thursday. Well, I've one more day'd myself into about 65 extra pounds that I didn't have a year ago. That I didn't need. That I didn't want.

So, enough with the 'tomorrow'. Tomorrow is here and it's now today.

I can choose to be a success or I can choose to be a failure. I will be whichever I choose.

What do I choose? This was me 65 pounds ago. I choose to be this again.



What do I choose? This was me 65 pounds ago. I choose to get here again.

What do I choose? This was me 65 pounds ago. I choose to be that girl again.



One vision. One goal.

Peace be the journey.

:-)

Ready! Set! Go!

BANG! The starter pistol fires, my team mate shoots off the block. Holy shit she's going like someone lit a fire under her ass! She hands off to the next team mate. He's going so fast he's a freaking blur! He comes close to the next team mate. Baton extended, it's a perfect transfer! Team mate number 3 is running balls to the wall. Her head is high, her legs pumping like pistons! Our team is going for a state record! No way we can't win! I shake out the wiggles. I take a deep breath and get into position. I'm looking forward, my hand is extended backwards. I can hear my team mate coming. I can hear her feet pounding the track, I can hear her breath. I start to move. I feel the baton slide into my hand. As my fingers close around that baton I feel it slip. I feel the gut wrenching agony as it slips out of my hand. In that split second, I lose the state record. I let my team down. All their hard work is for naught. I had one chance and I blew it.

Thank fuck weight loss isn't like that eh?????

How many times have we dropped the baton? I know I've dropped that bitch so many times I can't count them.

What's the difference between a 4 by 4 relay and weight loss when it comes to dropping the baton? Well, in weight loss you can pick it up and keep going. You can pick it up, dust it off, and continue on your journey. You can still win. That is so deep I need to say it again.

You can still win.

Have you started a weight loss program so many times you can't count? So what. Start it again. This time might be the time you win. You can't win if you don't keep trying that's for damn sure.

Take a deep breath, push your fears aside, grab a fresh baton and spring off that starting block. Oh, you might falter, you might fall flat on your face. You're rusty after all. It's fine. It's a healthy lifestyle. It's not a one shot deal.

People may give you eye rolls. I mean really, you've tried this so many times before. Screw them and the horse they rode in on. Just do it for you. Nobody else. Just you.

There is a winner in each of us just aching to get out. I've been stuffing my winner with food. I've been sitting on my fat ass so she can't excel. Well, enough is enough. That bitch wants out! She wants to show me what she's got.

I think I'll let her.

How about you? Are you squashing your inner winner? How about assuming the position and reaching for that baton? You can be on my team! You know.....the winning team!

Peace be the journey

:-)

Brava!

Well boys and girls....can we all give each other a big bravo or brava! C'mon, you know you want to. Let me hear you.

OK, I hear you saying 'What the hell?? Is she back on the crack again???' Stop that! In case you don't know, at WW they hand out little stars that say 'bravo' on them when you do something good. You know, like when you were in kindergarten and got a gold star in the middle of your forehead? I went to Catholic school and the nuns had it in for me so I never got one of those. Bitches scarred me for life I tell ya! I try to make up for it in Bravo's.

My Weight Watcher meeting was good yesterday. I took a picture of the flip board the minute I walked in as I knew just who I wanted to hand a great big BRAVA to!

I mean I saw it, I read it, and immediately put it on Facebook for my gal TJ. Oh, I didn't stop there. When we discussed this in class, I shared just how much she has done for me. In case you don't know it, this girl has her doctorate in sticktoitidness. That is not an easy degree to earn! She is the perfect example of what happens a few ounces at a time. There is just nothing I can say to get across to her how much she motivates me always. Always.

It also got me thinking. Do we thank the people that mean a lot to us? If we don't, how will they know? Does TJ know what she's done for me? Probably not and I need to rectify that. We all need a foundation and a lot of the blogs I read provide that for me.

This was the last page at our meeting. My challenge for the week. So, I'd like to hand out great big thank you's now.

I read a lot of blogs. I only read the ones that inspire me, make me laugh, give me good recipes, make me think, or move me in some way or another. If I'm reading your blog, it's because you have done one or more of those things for me. I'd like to thank you. You just know I'm going to forget someone...I'm old. I forget. I'm sorry. I'm only talking about my healthy living blogs here. So, if you're another type of blog writer and you're not mentioned here, don't get your tighty whities in a bunch!

I miss Carlos and Fat Daddy. See, even if you quit blogging, sometimes you have made a lasting impression.

Heather gives me great recipes. She was a WW leader and has so much to offer. I'm still waiting for my 3 month journal cover from her! I just know it's going to be pink.

Diane. Wow. Just wow.

Simone. This young chickie is going to get her shit together one of these days and I'm going to be able to say I was there when she did it! I'm also going to meet her when I go to England next. She just doesn't know it yet.

Sue. OMG l augh until I nearly wet myself. I LOVE her name. She took a bit of crap for it at Fitbloggin...but I just love it.

Jack. Some of his shi* makes me snort. Some makes me think.

I love the recipes. TJ of course does a lot, but so does Point-less meals, Danica, Tami, & Renee.

Marcy inspires me.

Let's not forget our very own Portuguese Princess or Suzi. Suzi, for your information has reached goal. GOAL PEOPLE!!!!! She makes me think, and makes me laugh til I tinkle. Gotta love that combo!

So, from the bottom of my little Pixie heart I thank all of you. One of these days I'm going to get my poop in a group and it's because you were all my foundation!

Peace be the journey

:-)

Changing the filter?

Hi peeps!

I had several emails today asking where I've been. How awesome was that? Well, I guess I was listening to Thumper. If you don't have something nice to say, don't say nothin at all. I didn't have anything nice to say.

I just read a post by one of my faves where she talked about not having a filter.

I used to have one. I think it's clogged. I think it might need changing. I think a lot of things need changing. Except life. I am SO f'ing over this change of life shit. So, today, I'm taking the filter off. No rays of sunshine shooting out of my ass today boys and girls. Today, you get to hear how the real me is feeling. I'm not sure I've ever shared that. I wish to do it. Once. Just once. Yes, ONLY once.

Why? I've been happy all my life. I thought depression was in your mind. No pun intended. You're not feeling happy? WTF is wrong with you? Suck it up, think happy thoughts and fart rainbows.

My life used to be filled with joy. Even when things went wrong, I was happy. I could ALWAYS find a bright spot. Riding around the park on the golf cart with the sun in my face and the breeze through my hair brought pure, unadulterated joy to my heart. Now? Not so much.

Things started going wrong. Still there was joy. My knees started hurting. A lot. Oh that's OK, knees aren't that important. Hips went the same way. Well, who needs hips anyway. Fingers locked up to the point I couldn't fasten my own bra. Thank God the shots helped with that. They're getting bad again now. Shoulder seized up. Therapy didn't help. Now my head is aching along with every single other joint in my whole body. Enough of this shit already! What's wrong with me? Do I have Lyme disease? I mean this started all at once. Why me? Oh yes, I also have a pain in my heel that is excruciating! It's not on the bottom where a bone spur would be...it's on the side...like I broke the damn thing. I wear shoes ALWAYS as it hurts to walk barefoot. My walking gait has totally changed. Now I lumber, I limp, I walk like an 80 year old. Getting out of the chair is agony. Fuck me sideways I'm falling apart.

The excessive thirst is driving me berserk. It's there always. It's intense. I can't go into a store without a bottle of water or I have a panic attack. WTF??? Yes, she did check for diabetes. I don't have it. She checked my thyroid too.

I've got these tiny little patches of itchy on my body. Hip, stomach, breast, just to name a few.

Don't even get me started on the tinnitus! OMG that'll drive you nuts if you let it.

Did I mention that on many occasions I don't make it to the bathroom? Ya, well I don't.

If I make a doc appointment to start sorting some of this shit out, she'll yell at me for gaining weight. I don't take that well these days.

Lots of ladies in the park keep telling me to go get hormones. That was easy for them in their day. They didn't know it could kill you. I'm trying to suck it up, tough it out, I really am. I just don't know if I can.

Shall I delve into the mental anguish? Oh let's do!

Money. You either have it or you don't. We used to. Now we don't. That sucks ass. I worry constantly. That's new also. I never worried before. If troublesome thoughts came into my mind, I shooed them out. Happy reigned supreme. Now I worry that we won't make it from check to check. My boy needed money for a new car. I didn't have it to give. I felt useless. I know, it's not my problem. I don't have a problem letting my kids stand on their own feet. I have a problem knowing that I can't help if I want to. The $1700 I gave him has to be paid back and I hate that. I'm not a doormat, never have been. I'm a mom. My dad helped me and I always wanted to help my kids. I at least wanted the ability to help them. As I said, I can and do say no. My job is seasonal. I don't know if I'll be asked back in October. If I knew that, I could relax. I just don't know. Den finally got a job this week. It took him 7 weeks. I had to stroke his psyche as that was new for him. He's always been able to walk out the door and get a job. Things are tough these days. I mean when it's hard for a guy with 35+ years experience as a chef to get a cooking job. It's sucking the big weenie for sure.

Friends. I'm so blessed to have a lot of good friends. I fear I'll drive them all away with the new me. I want the old me back. I want the old me that didn't get sudden, intense, feelings of anger and hatred coursing through her body and spewing out of her mouth. I used to laugh and say I was a bitch. Now I am one. I want my friends to understand this and not use it against me. I need them to just understand it's not me and I can't help it.

I want to laugh again.

I never ever ever went a day without laughing. Hell, I never went an hour without laughing! I miss that.

So? Where have I been?

Pouting.

Wallowing in misery.

Bathing in pain.

Listening to the ugly that people tell me and believing it. Letting them drag me down to their level.

Gaining 60 pounds.

Feeling unloved and unwanted.

Getting unhealthy.

Crying. WTF I haven't cried in 30 years. Can't say that anymore!

Holy fuck that felt good. I guess I may be a bottler. Easier to bottle it up, eat it, than let it all out. I actually have a little glimmer of hope here now.

I think that may be all. I think this needs not be mentioned again. I think I'll just work on getting happy. Getting my mojo back.

I'll let you know how that works for me!!!

Screw, screw, screw. That's me putting the filter back on.

Not too tight though.....

C'est finis.

:-)

That's about the size of it

Well, for those of you that email me, no, I'm not dead!

Busy? Hell yes.

I was in a mood. What can I say? Menopause is killing me. Damn near literally. I took one snarky comment to heart and said fuck it all, I'm not blogging anymore.

Now I say fuck it all...if you don't like what I write, don't read it. Don't critique my grammar, I'm not using any. Don't tell me I should write about this or that, it's my blog. I'll write about whatever I want. Don't piss me off or I'll either stab you in the brain, or cry tears all over you. Depending on what kind of day it is, I might pee on you. I'm telling you, menopause is NOT for sissies!

OMG WHITE WINE WENT UP TO 7 POINTS PLUS FOR A CUP!!!

Did I mention my mind wanders these days?

No? Well it does. My friend keeps saying he wants the old Debby back. So do I my friend, so do I.

The other day I sold a dresser. I went to put the $100 bill in my super secret envelope. It wasn't where I hide it. Oh dear Lord where was it? I looked everywhere. I took everything out of my closet & drawers. I looked in all my shoes I looked under the bed. I looked out in the shed. Ya, don't ask. I knew I'd taken it out of it's super secret hiding place to take $150 out for the guy putting in my new high rise toilets. I didn't want to put it back there, cuz maybe he saw me take it out, ya know? Ian found it. In the living room, stuffed into a book. A book that I had no recollection of stuffing anything into, never mind several hundred dollars. I put it in the bank. Shoot I was afraid I'd flush it down the toilet or something!

OFFS, I had NO intention of talking about any of that.

A matter of size.

Trying to get things in order here. Needed to unload a dresser for Ian. Thought I'd separate all the clothes of mine that were in the dresser into sizes and put them in under bed storage according to size.

I've never been one to have this problem. I've heard others talk about having several larger size clothes sets at hand. Not me. Only one. The one I'm in. That was fine until I gained a few pounds last winter. OK, more than a few. Still OK, until I was going on a cruise and had nothing comfortable to wear. So I bought a wardrobe. A bigger one. Retire the smaller one.

That was fine until spring. When it was time to go back to Michigan to get the house ready to sell and work my fat ass off all summer at the restaurant. I didn't have any clothes that were comfortable enough to ride 1500 miles in the truck in. So I bought a new wardrobe. A bigger one. Retire the smaller one.

That was fine until August when it was time to come back to Florida. My new home. The place where my heart, soul, and body belong. I didn't have any clothes that were comfortable enough to ride 1500 miles in the truck in. So I bought a new wardrobe. A bigger one. Retire the smaller one.

That was fine until it wasn't....you know the drill by now right?

I've never done this. I was actually shocked to put one crate with size 14's under Ian's bed. Followed by another with 16's & 18's. Followed by another with 20's & 22's. Panties ranging in size from 8-12...all under the bed. They're all too small.

OMG!!!!!

Let me say that again.

OMG!!!!!

Yes, I'm wearing a size 24 jeans. Granted, they are too big and I could easily wear a size 22, but for some fucking reason, I don't have any of that size!!!! So, I'm in a size 24.

Fuck me sideways.

I went back to Weight Watchers 3 weeks ago. I did nothing for the first 2 weeks. Then I had a stern talk with myself.

So, I'm back with the program.

Old dog, learning new tricks.

At least when I get too small for the clothes I'm wearing now, I'm covered.

Literally.

When I get into the smaller ones, the bigger ones are going to charity. I'd like to say for the last time. I believe in my heart for the last time. I can't do this again. I just can't.

I'm back boys and girls.

I've a lot more to say.

Another day.

Peace be the journey.

:-)