Eating Habits

I have been ingesting 500 calories, 50 grams of protien or more a day since Tuesday, today is Saturday. I feel amazing. I am not going to lie the first few days were rough. I can smell sugar now. I could not before. I mean walking down the baking aisle at the grocery store was tough. I wanted to rip open a bag of sugar and stick my head in it. I resisted the urge.
But today, today, I feel lighter, more energetic, and my clothes are less tight. I am going to do this for one more week then move the caloric intake up to 900 calories a day. Keeping the protien to 50 grams or more. You have to keep the protien grams up or your hair falls out. Before any of you say OMG this woman is insane. I have done this before under a doctors care, and it is all perfectly safe. It is more about cleansing your body of toxins and yes losing pounds. I firmly believe you have to strip away everthing in order to start fresh. I have a spreadsheet that I keep track of my food intake on. I could not do this without writing everything down.
I am not suggesting this is for everyone. It is for me however. It is healthy. Once again not doing it forever, just 2 weeks. Then will be adding fresh fruit and vegetables back in my diet. I want to lose weight because I feel better at a lower weight. I look better. I wear clothes better.

Friends

Today I accessed an application on Facebook (huge shocker) and one of the questions you can ask your friends is if I died today what you would say about me.
So of course I quickly chose it and sent it out. But it leaves me wondering what would I say about certain friends? Well, that led me to coming here and spouting my thoughts, so here goes:
Jess, since the day I met you, you have been an amazing friend. Your wisdom and intelligence keeps me grounded, even though it may not seem that way at times. Your uber intelligence keeps me on my toes intellectually. I appreciate all of the times you have listened to me wax on nonsensically about, well everything. Your ability to placate me without being condescending is much appreciated.
Kat, what can I say about you, well only good things. I admire your strength to pull through difficult situations. Your resilience, your upbeat attitude. I miss our workouts together! We had the best talks. Never forget you totally rock.
Tammi, well, Tammi, my BFF, truly, we have been best friends since we were 13. You are truly my sister. I hate that we live so far apart. I wish you were in Texas with me. We have been through so much together, remember you are stronger than you think you are, you are an amazing woman, a wonderful friend and the best sister a woman could ask for. You will come out of what you are going through stronger, wiser and still beautiful.
Michelle in CA! OMG, girl I am so glad we have become friends. I feel like I have known you forever and we have never met face to face. I love your sense of humor and taste in shoes! You totally make my days at work go by faster. I look forward to the day we meet in person and go shopping!
Mary L! My life is so much richer for having gotten to know you; I cannot begin to tell you how much I appreciate our friendship. I see you not only as a true friend but a mentor. I am proud to call you friend.
Jan, well you just totally rock. You have stood by me through so much drama. I may have given up on me but you didn’t. You remind me so much of my mother, so calm, wise and an ability to put people at ease. I could never ever have gotten through as much as I did without your friendship.
There are so many more friends, I just don’t know if I have the time or the space to put them all!
For now that is all I have the energy for as my coffee is wearing off. Till next time, and know that even if your name does not appear in my writings today it does not mean you are not in my heart and on my mind. It just means that I am getting carpel tunnel, or however you spell it!

Oklahoma

I want to talk about my great home state of Oklahoma today.
Every day I am inundated with people saying derogatory things about my home state. I want to correct some misconceptions.
First off let me state that even though I have chosen not to live in Oklahoma I am an Oklahoman, by birth and by choice. I am proud to be associated with the great state of Oklahoma and I am going to tell you why.
First off Oklahomans are a rare breed of individuals, they are kind, considerate, and helpful and there with a helping hand anytime anyone is in need.
Oklahoma was the first state to send help to New York after 9-11, you see the wonderful people of Oklahoma had already been through a terrible terrorist attack and survived. Not only survived, but persevered, you see we are an amazingly resilient people. If you have never been to the Oklahoma City Memorial, go, it will be well worth the trip.
My parents were native Oklahomans as well; I learned from them what it means to be an Oklahoman. It means being a survivor. They both grew up during the depression. They had no bitter memories from the experience; they talked of helping their neighbors, of making do, of stretching the dollars they didn’t have. They gave me a sense of pride in the fact that I come from a people that not only can survive a crisis, they can survive with their dignity intact. And their helpful spirit, their ability to see the good in others. Their innate ability to see that the worst has not happened and anything can be fixed with a little laughter, a little elbow grease and a lot of perseverance.
I love going back home, the minute I cross that state line into Oklahoma I am a different person, and I am at once more relaxed and for some reason have an accent. I can’t explain it, I don’t try, and I just go with it.
I especially love going back to Owasso. Although it has changed so much since I have been gone, it is still the same in a lot of ways. The people are still friendly, the atmosphere is still hometown magic, and they still welcome me with open arms.
My best friend Tammi still lives in Oklahoma; we have been best friends since we were 13. She is still the person who knows everything there is to know about me and still loves me. How many people can say they have a best friend like that? Well this Oklahoman can.
I know what you are thinking, there has to be some negatives, well there probably is, however, I choose to ignore them.
One last thing, GO OU!

Re-run

This is a retread I first posted this in august 08, however I still love this song and it still holds true, so enjoy this rerun:

I have a new favorite song. I know that you are all surprised by this new development and may wonder why it is news worthy

It is the new Kidd Rock song, All Summer Long. See lyrics below:

Kid Rock All Summer Long Lyrics
Songwriters: Marinell, Leroy; Wachtel, Robert; Zevon, Warren; Ritchie, R J; Shafer, M; King, E; Rossington, Gary; Vanzant, R;

It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It was summertime in Northern Michigan

Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh

Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It’s the simple things in life, like when and where
We didn’t have no internet
But man I never will forget
The way the moonlight shined upon her hair

[Chorus:]
And we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking ’bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long

Catching Walleye from the dock
Watching the waves roll off the rocks
She’ll forever hold a spot inside my soul
We’d blister in the sun
We couldn’t wait for night to come
To hit that sand and play some rock and roll

While we were trying different things
And we were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking ’bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long

Now nothing seems as strange as when the leaves began to change
Or how we thought those days would never end
Sometimes I’ll hear that song and I’ll start to sing along
And think man I’d love to see that girl again

[Repeat Chorus x2]

Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long

—–

If you changed 1989 to 1981 and Northern Michigan to Northern Oklahoma and all the she’s to he’s and well you get the point this could have been my summer! Almost, some differences…

This song is the most amazing thing ever, any song that samples Werewolves of London and Sweet Home Alabama! OMG, seriously amazing.
I am not usually a huge Kidd Rock fan but he really out did himself with this piece.
I love it!
If I had music on this site I would have this song playing.

Dieting

As I begin my attempt to lose weight in order to look good for my wedding day (and yes I know it is 2 years away) I find myself giving up everything I hold dear.
Yes I am attempting to give up sugar. No more sour skittles. No more Godiva chocolate, no more full blown cafe mochas. It is just sad.
I have done it before, I can do it now. I not only want to look good for my wedding, I want to look good for me. I want to feel good. Every time I give up sugar and eat lighter I feel better. I sleep better.
So here we go, yesterday went really well. I hope today goes just as smooth. It is the 3rd day that is usually, well, hades. So that would mean by Thursday I will be a raving lunatic. The good news is that it usually only lasts a day or so, then the cravings subside.
I know what you are thinking, why start on a Tuesday and not a Monday. Well Monday was not conducive to giving up anything. Maybe I will explain later, maybe never. probably never.
It is early and I need to get dressed for work.
Will keep everyone updated on the dieting craze!

Bridal Show

Yesterday I went to the Bridal Show here in Dallas. I thought it might help me become more cohesive in my thought process regarding the wedding.
Was I ever wrong. I am more confused than ever. However, I think once I choose the venue it will all be good.
Then the choices are more, Limo or Horse drawn carriage, two photographers or one, how much alcohol is enough. The cake, omg the cake, the choices are endless. The only thing I do know is that I do not want fondant. I hate that stuff. I love chocolate, I love strawberries. I am going to have seriously fast in order to go cake testing.
I know what I want the reception to be like. I want it to be old school disco fun. Studio 54 here I come. I want disco balls and lighting and the music from my misspent teenage years.
There was one place that is a total possibility; they have fireworks at night, how much fun would that be on New Year’s Eve!
My colors are red and gold and I saw some beautiful things in red and gold. Even though it is two years out, everyone there told me I was smart to do that. They said New Years Eve goes fast. Most places are already booked for New Years Eve 2010, so New Years Eve 2011 is not so farfetched.
I signed up to win a ton of free stuff, I really want to win the free liposuction or the free Lasik, I am good with either.
This wedding stuff was so much simpler in 1983. I will be needing massive amounts of caffeine and Starbucks to keep my perky up to get through it.
Think good thoughts people!

New Day

I just regained access to Angie World. It feels good to be home. I was wondering if I should start where I last left off or begin brand new. Since I excel in the fresh starts I believe that I will do so here.
I am now engaged, I know, gasp. Who knew! I never expected to get married again. I was very happy in my singleness, I reveled in my singleness. Of course, those of you who know better than I know that is when you get zapped.
Yes, zapped. John really is an amazing man, he is kind and sweet and funny without being wimpy, and I don’t know if I have the adequate words in my arsenal to explain it. So I won’t try. Just know that I am happy. I was happy single, I was happy in a dating relationship and I am happy to be engaged to John.
He is letting me keep Dean Cain on my list as part of my prenup. Now that is saying something. My birthday is coming up so if anyone out there knows Dean Cain could you let him know it is my birthday soon….
As for me, I still love Starbucks, I still love Godiva and I still love shoes. I have been accused of being too perky at 3:30 in the a.m. I think I am just perky enough. On the way to work I listen to disco music at full volume and sing at the top of my lungs. It increases my hyper happiness mode. SSSSSHHHHHHHH don’t tell Jess.
I have no doubt he will sneak in my car and cut my radio wires if he knows this.
Ok folks that is all I have for now. More on my serious addiction issues at a later date!!

Going Back

I know I have touched on this in the past, however, there is a new show on Soapnet called Being Erica. The premise of the show is that Erica has an accident, ends up in the hospital and meets a man she believes is a a therapist. He asks her to make a list of all of the thing she would change if she could. Then he sends her back to correct the items on her list.

That brings me to my thought, what would my list look like. I really had to think about this, because when you change things in your past you run the risk of changing who you are, and I like who I am. So, knowing this, I made my list anyway and here it is:

1. I would have joind the band in Owasso when I moved there. I didn’t because I loved orchestra so much, I was in both in Oklahoma City. I regret not being in the band.

2. Not being on the basketball team in Owasso. Once again, I was on the basketball team in Oklahoma City and I was good, I just was not happy about leaving all of my friends and didn’t join anything.

3. I would go back and take the job at the Tulsa World, it was a lowly position, but it was the newspaper business.

4. I would never ever have lost contact with Teri and Tammi, the two people on earth that know everything there is to know about me and love me anyway.

5. I would never ever have gone out with Greg. OMG what a loser.

6. I would be nicer to my ex-sister in law, the one that no one likes.

That is all I can think of for now. I am sure there are other things. The big things, those I would not change, like I said, I like who I am.

Texas Football

I got this from Kidd Kraddick In The Morning’s web site:

I’d like to give you another story that shows a different side. This story is real. It was written by the talented Rick Reilly of Sports Illustrated and it inspires me every time I read it:

High school football is big in America, but I suppose there is no place where it is bigger than in Texas. Friday nights there are legend.
The fans scream; the stands are packed; cheerleaders with pom-poms jump and sway to the beat of the school bandand everybody joins in the chants and stomps their feet on the metal stands until you are sure they will collapse.
This is the frenzy of Texas high school football.
But there is one football team in Texas that is a little different. When they play on Friday night, their stands are empty, no band, no cheerleaders, no mass of parents or townsfolk wearing the school colors and waving banners and flags. They take the field without anyone cheering them on. When they score a touchdown, which rarely happens, there is no wild celebration behind them… All of it seems hollow and muffled in contrast to the tidal wave of roars and drums and chants that come from the opposing side.
They are the Tornadoes of the Gainesville State School, a fenced, maximum-security facility. The young men who go to Gainesville State are there because they have made some major mistakes in their lives. But the players who are on the team are there because they have worked hard and have earned enough good behavior points that gives them the privilege to leave the facility and play football on Friday nights—always an away game for them—always a home game for their opponents—and almost always a loss. They don’t have a weight program or training equipment or high-paid coaches and assistants. They don’t have a large pool of players to draw from. The school has 275 boys, but many are too old or too young or can’t or don’t meet the “criteria” to play. And they don’t have the support of a town and a mass of parents and family and reporters and bands and cheerleaders.
That is, until November 7th. Something changed. They played Grapevine Faith Christian School.
A few days before the game, the Gainesville coach, Mark Williams received a call from Faith Christian coach, Kris Hogan, asking him if it would be okay if Faith formed a “spirit” line for his team when they ran on the field. Mark said, “Sure, that would be a real encouragement to the kids.” He thought that the line would consist of a couple of the JV cheerleaders, but when they took the field, there were a hundred people in it and it stretched to the 40-yard line, filled with Faith Christian parents, fans and varsity cheerleaders, complete with a banner at the end for them to burst through that read “Go Tornadoes!”. And then, those parents and fans sat in the stands behind the Gainesville players and when the Tornadoes broke the huddle and went up to the line they could hear people cheering for them, by name. When they got a first down, “their” fans erupted.
You see, coach Hogan had sent an email out to the Faith Christian parents and students asking them to consider doing something kind for these young men, many who didn’t know what it meant to have a mom and dad who cared, many who felt the world was against them, not for them. Hogan asked that they simply send a message that these boys were “just as valuable as any other person on earth.”
So half of the Faith Christian fans were now sitting on the visitor’s side of the field, cheering for the Gainesville team, and in some cases, against their own sons.
–Cheering for a team decked out in mismatched old uniforms and helmets.
–Cheering for boys who wouldn’t go home that night and have a smiling dad slap him on the back and feel his mom put her arms around him and say “I’m so proud of you son!”
–Cheering for the underdog.
This was a Friday night like no other for the Tornadoes. In the locker room, the players were confused.
“Why are they cheerin’ for us, coach?”
“Because, men, they want to encourage you. They want you to know that they care about you…that you have value.”

Coach Williams said the boys were stunned. For many of these kids, it may have been the first time that anyone had shown them, so visibly, unconditional love.
They were down 33 to nothing at the half. Williams encouraged his team to set a goal for the second half: to score a touchdown against this vastly superior team. And when the boys from the State School took the field again, with their fans cheering them on, everything started to click. And they did score. Not once but twice.
And the fans went wild.
Coach Williams was asked what the bus ride was like on the way home and he laughed and said that they were all asleep—their bellies were full. That’s becuz after the game, the parents brought a whole bunch of food over to the guys: hamburgers, fries, candy, sodas…and included in the meal sack was a Bible and a personal letter of encouragement from a Faith Christian player. But then, he said, they formed a line for us out to the bus. And the parents patted them on the back and said, “Nice game” and “Look forward to seeing you guys next time.”
As they left the field that night, Coach Williams grabbed Coach Hogan and said to him: “You’ll never know what your people did for these kids tonight. You’ll never, ever know.”