Its about that time

So, the time that I have been dreading is rapidly approaching.

We are now far to close to my husbands deployment date than I feel is necessary. lol

Its a weird emotion for me.
I'm super excited for him to go. I know that he'll learn so much and get to do a lot of things we just can't do stateside.
but I don't want him to go. lol.
But I'm excited for him to leave because I have a lot to do this term and its hard to get all the time to do it when i'm trying to spend all the time I can with him.
but I don't want him to go.

You see what I mean?

But as much as I want him here. I'm super excited for him to get there.
plus he's ADD is out of.fucking.control.
and his deployment shit is fucking everywhere!!!

I'd like a clean house please.

My husband got in a fight with a ZOMBIE!!!

No seriously!
He was!

Okay bear with me on this one, I can't make this shit up.

 So last night we went to 6 flags in Vallejo, CA and got tickets to Fright Night. We got the roller coasters and then at 6 the park switches over to "fright night" and all the zombies come out and the haunted houses open. It was really cool.

We went through one and it was a "miner" theme. It wasn't scary but more a "jump out of no where" type of thing. We were right behind a family with teenage girls so they got all the screams. I even offered my beer to one zombie. It was pretty good. 

We went through one that was a "pig slaughter" it was real Hills Have Eyes shit. NOT FUCKING FUNNY! Scared the fucking shit out of me. Bri got mad because I took the "chicken exit".

The third one we went to was a "junk yard" theme. It was pretty freaky, not going to lie.
We got through the most of it. and in the middle we went around a bend and there was a fence with 2 empty oil barrels. B saw the zombie and put himself between it and me. So the zombie jumps up to scare us and goes to hit the oil barrel with a steel pipe.... well he hit B instead.

Fucking swinging for the fences and NAILS B right across the top of his right wrist. The poor kid look petrified. he couldn't have been older then 17. he was so freaked out that B was going to hit him.

So I put on my bitch face and we booked it out of the house. we didn't get stopped by a single zombie the rest of the way out. We get to the end and tell the security guy what happened.
Then we waited.
Waited for the EMT (park rule).
Waited for the "lead" on this house.
Waited for the supervisor.
Waited for guest services. etc etc.

All we wanted was for the kid to be talked to and be more careful. I mean it could have been a small kid. and we wanted our money back. We still had 2.5 hours of park to go. It was such a cluster. 

The worse part is this can effect B's PT test and B's deployment. If he's on lifting restrictions, he can't do his job with a lifting restriction. then if he can't do his job, he can't get deployed. 

I mean its to fucking funny.
He has the best legit story

"DUDE what happened"
"Zombie Fight"
BOOM! 
lol. 

Hurt.. Again

So, for a long time i've put off going to the doctor for my toe.

In high school, I got a lot of ingrown toenails. But, I was always about to ”fix” them myself.

I figured given enough time, I could fix this one too. But when Sammy, my tiny dog, stepped on my toe and I was sure I was going to die... I figured it was time to go in.

Apparently it was pretty infected and had grown really deep in my toe.

But, I did ”grow a pair” and got it fixed. The lydocane (sp) was the wrist pain ever. it still hurts now, but it's a healing pain.

Amazing Opportunities

So life is so frustrating sometimes.
Allllllllllll summer I have been looking for and applying for jobs.

The first time I get a phone call back I was in Georgia for the military.

I was able to arrange an interview for when I came home. But  unfortunately, didn't get the job. Because I'm a military wife & my future is unstable, she ”didn't want to train me to work somewhere else”. And before you ask, no she technically can't do that. But 1) she has a point & 2) would I really want to fight it and force her to hire me, and possibly burn that bridge? The answer is: no.

I had another interview the week before school started. This place wasn't bad, but I didn't think it would challenge me. I knew I could do it. But the question was: did I want to?

The day after I had the interview, I found out I got the internship I really REALLY wanted.

The day after that, I got a job.

Soooooooooooooooo fuck.

I sat down and did the math for what the job  was offering in pay an hour, minus taxes, & minus gas (it was a 45 min drive each way). Then I made a list of pro's & cons for both the job and the internship. Then I called the internship to ask if it was paid... Which it wasn't.

Then I stressed about it. And over thought everything. Then stressed some more.

Next, I had to talk it out with B. I told him everything, laid out the facts and my feelings. And waited and waited and waited. B is an internalizer. He had to think it out in his head before he can talk about it. What he decided was, he didn't have the right info to make an educated decision. He suggested that I ask someone in the field. So, I immediately emailed my favorite instructor. He pretty much said to take the internship.

So after another conversion with B.

And we decided that the internship was just to good to pass up. The experience was worth the lack of pay.

So now I am an intern at a premier design show room, shadowing an amazing designer, and getting crazy amounts of experience in all aspects of the Design field.

GLB: Week one

(Sorry in advance for any typo's and autocorrect's. I'm posting from my phone.)

GLB = Group Lifestyle Balance
12 week weight loss/healthy living course.

So today was technically our second meeting, but I want to catch up on week one.

We met for the first time on the 10th. It's a decent sized group 14 total (I believe). A wide range of ages and sizes, only 2 guys but that's okay.

We went around the room and introduced ourselves and said why we wanted to be a part of this group.

Most of the woman say that thet were big their whole lives, they had kids and couldn't lose the weight, etc. but mines a little different. I was always skinny growing up. Grew up in a ”large size” family. I always feared getting fat, which lead to my battle with anorexia and anxiety. Then I met my husband, and for the first time ever in my life I felt ”safe” to be me. So, after a couple yet battle to over come my anorexia, it put on 20lbs... And instead of maintaining a healthy weight, I just kept gaining.

Now here I am in all my 191 pounds of glory.

This is not a healthy weight. And since my only way I knew to lose weight was to just stop eating, I need better tools and help to lose weight the right & healthy way.

This week's 'lesson' was about tracking. The coach (that's what they call themselves ”our coaches”) said the single most important weight loss tool is a food diary. So she handed us a little book to track everything we eat and drink. She said to not track calories, grams of fat, work outs, etc this week. All they want is for us to get in the habit of tracking. Which, by the way, is much much harder than it sounds.

So that was Monday morning.
That evening I was removed from my class (long story for another day).

Tuesday I had my internship (which I need to share also another story for another day) in the morning and my Green Design class at night. Did really well with my eating. I panned everything ahead. Had lunch and dinner with me, so it didn't get the urge to way junk. made dinner for B in the crock pot so it was done when he got home.

Wednesday, internship all day. Met with my trainer that afternoon and we ran on car at the duck pond for the first time. It was hot, but it was a nice run/jog. Our was nice to get out for a change. Fresh air and all that jazz. Did okay with my eating. My run  came at a weird time so I was a bit off.

Thursday: internship in the morning. Got to shadow Mrs.B on a job in a 2 MILLION DOLLAR HOME!!! Then I had my Advanced Kitchens class that, evening. I didn't do so well. Forgot to pack a fork for my lunch and only had snacks. Then splurged on chipotle.m and wayyyy over ate.

Friday: I went running with my trainer again. It was really fun to get out of the house for a bit and chat with a friend. That afternoon I went to the doctor to discuss my potions for an ingrown toenail. Well.... There was only one option: cut it out. Fuck did that suck! I'm glad it's done and over, but i'm going to avoid found,that again with all my might. Damn.
Wasn't very hungry because of the pain. I did have breakfast and a bit of dinner. B made me stir fry

Saturday: I was a bit stupid. And went to the case lot sale on base. Which in itself isn't that bad. But with a bum toe, no real budget, and no i've with me, I went a but over board. But to be fair I sent part to my brother at college, part its non-perishable to send to B when he deploys etc  by the end of the route, I haveto have a bagger boy help me push the ”cart” (picture the flat carts from Home Depot), to my car.

Sunday: I cleaned and read. statutes off my foot as much as possible.

So my week was a but crazy.
I did okay with eating
I need to cut out beer and coffee this week.
I did well taking my food Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday.
But Thursday I only got half of it. Friday, it only wrote down breakfast.
Totally forgot Saturday and Sunday. Oops.

This week will be better.
No more beer till after the 26 th (pt test).
My goals are:
· Eat at least 3 meals a day.
· Stay between 1200 - 1500 calories
· Drink more water than anything else each day (goal of min. 72 oz or 3 of my water bottles)
· keep better track of my food diary