Wii boxing has kicked my butt

I tried Wii boxing for the first time last night.  We've had our Wii for about 3 years now but I haven't ever had the strong desire to attempt boxing...until now.  Jas was feeling pretty mucus-y (I don't know if that's a word but I'm going to use it here because it is the most applicable adjective that I can come up with) and so we decided to forgo our nightly walk.  I decided that since I needed some type of physical activity to get my heart rate up, I would try Wii boxing.  OY!  Within three 1 min. fights, I was huffin' and puffin', hard core.  By 10 min., I seriously thought that I was dying.  My arms were screaming at me "STOP!" and my chest felt like it was going to cave in.  But, I did enough physical activity to get my heart rate up for about 20 min.  As much as I ache all over this morning, I still plan to spread the mulch in the front yard and go on our nightly walk this evening.  Man, I cannot WAIT for water aerobics to begin!

Epiphany...

Okay.  I have to share with you my epiphany that I had yesterday.  It's been a long time coming and I truly believe that this is an answer to prayer.  I have struggled with my weight almost my whole entire life.  Even when I was at a healthy weight (135 lbs.) in high school, I still thought that I was fat.  My mom, dad, and gma also never failed to let me know if I was "packin' on a few".  After my mom's death (1 month after I graduated from high school), I began to gain weight.  I was in a relationship with a guy who saw me for who I was on the inside (I married that guy 3 years later...) and I stopped caring about my weight.  After Jas and I had been married for about a year, I became frustrated with my weight.  I was a good 60 lbs. heavier than in high school and was really feeling it.  A friend introduced me to Advocare and I began a regimen of "vitamin popping".  That was back in the days of ephedra and I dropped a good 40 lbs. easily in just a few months.  I felt great, I looked great, the stuff was great!  It gave me lots of energy, I ate less, and I loved it!  Unfortunately, what they don't tell you is that once you stop taking the stuff, you WILL gain the weight back.  I was still pretty slim after I had Ethan and had the energy to take care of a baby.  But, once I stopped, the weight was back and then some.  Over the past 10 years, my weight has been creeping up ever so slowly.  A lot of the weight gain has to do with my antidepressant usage over the years.  However, my mouth is just as guilty. 
I realized recently that I am deeply addicted to sugar.  It's my drug of choice.  It's no problem for me to take out a whole package of cookies within a day or two.  I don't just have a couple, I have 12.  Whenever we get donuts, I can eat 3-4.  Sugary sweets don't stay around here very long around.  And, I will eat any kind of carbs if we are out of sweets; potatoes, bread, rice...I have just given up fighting and I have no self control with carbs.
Fast forward to yesterday...I have been praying for an answer, something that I would be motivated by to kick this habit.  My doctor, my family, everyone keeps telling me that I am headed down a bad road that leads to high cholesterol, diabetes, and heart disease but I haven't wanted a change for myself.  The way I looked at it, I was happy and my addiction wasn't hurting anyone.  Yeah, right.
Since my mom's death, I have been the primary caregiver for my grandma (her mom).  Grandma is a proud, stubborn woman who is convinced that the sky is falling and what will the neighbors think about that.  Her way of showing love is constant, biting criticism of those closest to her (namely me and my brother).  She would rather die than to give anyone a helping hand, including Wade and I.  But, it is my duty as her closest living relative to care for her in her final days.  Good heavens, I think that the woman is going to outlive me!  She is not a small lady, by any stretch (this is where I get my bone structure).  Since her stroke 20 plus years ago, she hasn't been able to get around very well.  Actually, it's now to the point where she can barely get up to go eat, go to bed, or go to the bathroom.  But I digress...
Yesterday, Ethan and I took Grandma to the doctor for her 6 month checkup.  Anytime that we go out, it is a massive undertaking that leaves both of us wiped out for days.  Since her legs barely work and she is losing her upper body strength, I am left to basically move her from car to wheelchair, from wheelchair to potty, from potty to wheelchair, and from wheelchair to car.  It's a backbreaking and thankless job.  Well, as I was helping her yesterday, it hit me.  I don't want to be 90 years old and have to rely on others to basically move me because I can't do it myself.  I don't want to endure back surgery after back surgery (she's had 3) because of the extra weight that I carry in front.  I don't want to take 13 different pills 3x daily to counteract bad eating habits.  I don't want to look like I'm pregnant anymore because my tummy sticks out more than my boobs (which, by the way, I weigh at least 50 lbs. more right now than the day I delivered Ethan).  I want to be able to walk for more than 15 min. without having severe, debilitating pains in my lower back.
So, I talked to my doc today about a lifestyle change; the way I view food, exercise, and living.  I am turning 34 in 9 days and I feel like I'm in my 80's.  I can't continue to live like this.  My doc recommended that I visit with a medical dietitian for a "supervised medical nutrition program".  It's not a diet, it's a change that I will make for the rest of my life.  I need to learn how to use food for nutrition, not for my addiction.  It's time for me to kick the habit!
I know that by posting this, I am calling everyone to help me to be accountable for this change.  I'm not doing this to lose weight, rather to learn how to eat so that I am healthy.  By the way, the doc said that I have lost 6 lbs. since he saw me on Feb. 19th.  :)

Oh, Trader Joe's...how I love thee...

Jas and I went to Trader Joe's on Friday while we were in St. Louis.  It was love at first sight!  Good grief, they have so many wonderful products and they are relatively cheap.  We picked up 4 containers of coffee, a couple of 3 buck Chucks, trail mix, salad dressing, 100% real maple syrup, mini PB cups, chocolate covered PB crackers, and whoopee pies.  What is a "Whoopee Pie", you ask?  Well, are you in for a treat!  If you have never had a whoopee pie, google it.  And then make some.  And then invite me over to be the "Official Taste Tester of the Whoopee Pie". WOWEE, WOW, WOW!
However, it will be a long distance love affair; we discovered that they don't ship products and the closest one to us is St. Louis.  And...they probably won't put one in because they sell wine and OK liquor laws prevent the sale of wine in grocery stores.  OY!  I wonder if I can sell my St. Louis family on my love affair so that they might shop and ship for me...  :)

A Closed Mouth Gathers No Foot

Wow. This is pretty profound. We are trucking down I44, listening to a combination of John Cougar Mellencamp and Spongebob (never thought I'd hear those two together but I digress). We just passed a small church about 100 miles outside of St. Louis and I caught this witty statement on the sign. Hmmmm. I think that a lot of crap could be avoided if I would heed this lil' piece of advice more often. I mean, really, how often do we say things that we shouldn't have, things that would be much better left unsaid. Besides, if one gets a mouthful of foot, one runs the risk of getting toe jam caught between the teeth. Yuck.
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Corey Haim is dead...

Okay, I just read where Corey Haim died this morning of an "accidental" overdose.  First of all, think about the term "accidental overdose".  How do you "accidentally" take a handful of pills?  Did the Drug Fairy slip in and push them into his mouth whilst he was sleeping?  Did he just decide "Hey, I think I'll have the Ambien/Zanax/Hydrocodone value meal before I go to bed.  Make that supersized!"?  How does one go about "accidentally" taking a lethal combo of drugs?
I read the story on cnn.com (where I get ALL of my late breaking news!).  They have this picture of him and it was BAAAADDD!  Good grief, I didn't realize that he was 38!  The years since "The Lost Boys" have not been kind. 
I think I'll go mourn his passing with a large cup of coffee and a trip down memory lane.....

In case of an impending zombie attack...RUN!

Just finished reading "The Zombie Survival Guide: Complete Protection From the Living Dead". Good grief, it was like reading a guide to a military offensive in the jungles of Asia. I now know that zombies can live underwater for years (make sure you take a 12 gauge when fishing), it's almost impossible to outrun a zombie pack unless you are in a bus, and when defending oneself, you should carry NO LESS THAN 500 rounds of ammo, 20 firearms, good shoes, and a Nintendo DS for entertainment. All of this new-found information has left me on overload; what if I forget to load the blowgun?, what if my legs are reduced to stumps and I can't operate the bicycle-powered generator?, what if the "stampede" with my bus only takes out 14 zombies instead of 26? AGGGGHHHHHH!!!!
Some things are better left unread....

Such a Pretty Fat and Zombies

I am in this little book club with some of my teacher friends at school. It's been really great; reading, eating, sharing, eating...but I digress. The first book we read was Sarah's Key by Tatiana deRosnay. Absolutely an amazing book! It was about this little French girl who gets taken to a concentration camp during WWII and how her story parallels with an author in modern day Paris. I usually don't cry when reading (only because I look like Chris Farley after a workout--"fat guy in a little coat...") but this book was so good that I cried for most of the last half of the book.
The second book we read was "A Child Called It". It's a true story based on one of the most horrific cases of child abuse in the state of California. A real downer. I didn't cry but it made me want to punch his mother in the nose. Afterwards, I followed Ethan around and kept telling him how much I love him. I think that he thought I was crazy...maybe I am...
Okay, so after two REALLY SAD and DEPRESSING books, we decided to read "Such a Pretty Fat..." by Jen Lancaster. This woman is me, minus the filthy language and surliness (Her, not me. I don't think that I am surly. However, I do use the word "CRAP" a lot.) The book was about her pursuit to lose weight, even though she really doesn't want to because she likes food too much. Seriously, every thing that she details about losing weight (the doctor's visit, knocking things over on tables with her keester, and lots and lots of butter) is me to a tee. I laughed all the way through because I have so been there more times than I care to count. It's just so hard to lose weight when there are such things as Oreo Cakesters and Krispy Kreme donuts.
So, the other night at our book club get-together, we decided on "The Memory Keeper's Daughter" by Kim Edwards for our next book. (It looks tragic! I'll let you know when I'm done.) Since I borrowed Dana's copy of the last book, I decided to go by Target and get this book instead of mooching off my friends. While I was there, I also picked up "The Zombie Survival Guide" by Max Brooks. I figured that if I was ever in a situation that warranted some basic knowledge of zombie survival skills, I might need to read up. (Hey, you never know!) Just don't dress up like a zombie or you might just become an unwilling target.

A little about me...

Like you really wanted to know...well, of course you did! Otherwise, you wouldn't be reading this right now!
I am 5'9", 125 lbs., tan, long blonde hair...wait, that's a lie. Actually, I am a big girl who loves to eat, has great hair, and a penchant for silver jewelry, tattoos, and cruising. Jas and I have been together since that cold, rainy night in November of 1993. We got married in Vegas (Yes, Vegas. No, not by Elvis.) in 1997 and Ethan followed 3 years later. Right now, it's just the 3 of us (along with Lily, our little girl cat, Queen Petunia, and Henry, our small panther). I have a sneaking suspicion that God is going to surprise us with another kid before I turn 40, so I am already getting myself mentally prepared for the late nights, mounds of laundry, and stinky diapers. I am happy one way or another, although Ethan is turning 10 this year and I honestly don't know what I would do with a Haldebaby.
I went back to college 2006 after taking 10 years off to "find myself". (Guess what? I'm still looking!) What I did find, however, was my love for teaching. Now, when I was in high school, if someone would've told me that I was going to be a teacher, I would've laughed AND done a spit-take in their general direction. But, God got me by the ears (OUCH!) and I listened. It's been 2 and 1/2 years since I grad-jee-ated from NSU and I still love walking in to my class everyday.
I wish that I could say that I am as confident on the inside as others perceive me to be but, alas, I am not. It's been a tough road to hoe but I think that I'm starting to make progress. As I get older, I have begun to realize that not everybody feels the same way about me that I do, good or bad. And you know what? I think that it's getting to be okay with me. The whole Facebook deal stressed me out to no end but what I began to realize was that it doesn't matter what the rest of the world thinks about me. There are going to be small-minded people out there that want me to crash and burn. OH, WELL. Can I change their minds? Nope. And I'm not going to die trying.
Okay...moving on.

Sarcasm. One of my many talents.

Well, as if you couldn't figure out from the last post, I am a teacher. I love it. And no, I'm not crazy. I work with some pretty amazing kids. Which is where the whole "guinea pig princess" moniker comes into play.
Since I am on a 2 week break from school, I got this wild hair to start blogging (which no one will probably ever read). I need an outlet for my sarcasm and, quite frankly, Jas is probably getting tired after all these years. I try not to use sarcasm with my students (because they just don't seem to "get" the gist of my comments) but there are times when it is absolutely necessary. Like, when they ask me if they can go "use it" and I reply with "Use what? A complete sentence?" My witty humor with them goes over like a fat girl on a Shetland pony. OY!
I have tried to use Facebook as an outlet and it works well. However, Facebook is quickly becoming dangerous and so I have turned to yet another way to creatively express my feelings to the world via the Internet--Blogger. Hopefully, Blogger will be used for good and not evil. Facebook, I still mourn thee. I got into some "wardrobe malfunctions" with Facebook and my job a couple of weeks ago. As far as I am concerned, I did nothing wrong but I still have to watch everything I say on Facebook. At least on here, I can be sarcastic and nobody will be offended. (If you are, you have my permission to ix-nay your subscription to this blog RIGHT NOW!)

I bet you are wondering...where on earth did you come up with this blog title?! Well, my students refer to me as "The Princess" since Petunia (the class guinea pig) is "The Queen". Currently, "The Queen" is trying to chomp down on one of Lily's (our baby girl cat) paws. Lily hasn't quite figured out what Petunia is or that Petunia will bite just about anything that gets into her peripheral vision. Petunia comes home with me on extended school breaks. I have plans to teach her to drive herself to Petsmart, pick up food, hay and bedding, and become an independent creature. Until then, "The Princess" must take care of "The Queen". Boo.