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Thursday, September 30, 2010

I think I need to add some more motivation to my diet.

So, I have put off laundry as long as I could. To quote Popeye, "I've had all I can stands, and I can't stands no more!"

By the grace of God, I woke up and had some bottled motivation, ie. caffeine; and finally started working on Mount Saint Laundry this morning. The laundry volcano isn't quite dormant yet, but I have managed to quell the lava flow.  In my defense, our electric company charges me a million yen to operate anything electric from the hours of noon to 7 pm; which is usually when I have the inkling to launder, so it has led to an inordinate amount of pile-up.  So, today, I have decided to bite the financial bullet and just get it done.  What's a million yen now anyway, right?  My major set-back now is that my dryer has decided to take twice as long to dry since we moved to the desert.  WTF?  So, now, I have to keep myself occupied and not sit down for too long, or everything will need to be rewashed or ironed from losing motivation and letting the clothes sit for an overextended amount of time.  Oh poo, I guess that means goodbye for now.  Maybe I'll go clean a toilet or two while I wait.  Ta-ta!

Monday, September 13, 2010

The mind is willing, but the body is opposed to EVERYTHING...

Ok, so here's the deal... I've been busily working in my kitchen at all things gourmet.  I managed to successfully create and cook a Beef Wellington last week.  I am so proud of myself for that one, as I spent 6 hours making it!  I also made chicken enchiladas from scratch, meaning I actually made and seasoned the chicken myself, which is something I've never done.  My next project is to make the perfect chocolate cake from scratch; no boxed mixes!!  Scary!  It may turn out to be a cake of chocolate cardboard.  I'll let you know.  The downside, is that I haven't been to the gym to work-out in over two weeks.  Therefore, I have yet to burn the calories I gained from eating said Beef Wellington and enchiladas.  My muscles have turned to flab, and succinctly turned to pure goo having no stable exercise in my life.

I think my body has declared a strike at my attempts to gourmet my life.  Someday I will be the ruler of Hell's Kitchen, but not today.  I may have to roll myself to the auditions, but someday...  Well, I will be the ruler of MY kitchen.  I'm not going quite so far as Julie and Julia, but I am planning on doing some more daring and difficult recipes.  But first, I have to wheelbarrow myself to the gym to burn off a few, maybe ten, thousand calories... Ah, such is life.  I'm beginning to have a love/hate relationship with myself.  I love the cooking I do, I hate what it's doing to my physical motivation.  I have had way too many food comas (hence the lack of posts) in the past few weeks, that I'm afraid to actually count them for fear I will have to attend Over-Eaters Anonymous meetings!

Needless to say, I have to get my body to cooperate or I'm going to have to declare war on my cellulite.  I'm running out of clean pants that are elastic waistband, so something must be done! 

Alas, as much as I need a good dose of reality, I don't think I want to take it... It kinda makes me gag.