Purple Tinted Glasses

Tonight, exercise was put on the back burner. Instead, it was grocery stores, chopping, simmering, mixing, baking and preparing.

I started with a turkey chili recipe from my new Weight Watchers cook book. I just bought this one today because it was ten bucks and I actually understood what most of the ingredients were for most of the recipes. (Pure Comfort: 150 all-time feel-good favorites)
Points Value: 4 points per serving (total 4 servings)

As the chili simmered, I moved on to onion rings (also in the WW cook book). I then proceeded to eat every single one with about half a cup of ketchup. By the time I chowed down on the last onion ring, the chili was cooked and left uneaten. I separated it neatly into four containers for lunch and dinner tomorrow, then dinner again on Friday (because I’m almost certain that Friday lunch is reserved for sushi with the gals at work) and of course lagniappe. I’m sure I’ll either eat it upon my return from Austin or maybe even before I leave as lunch.
Points Value: 1 point per serving
(I had four plus 2 points for the amount of ketchup I used)

And last, I made the most delicious tasting cake batter in the whole world (haven’t tried the cake yet). It is chocolate pudding cake or some nonsense. It sure does smell good. I’m going to bring it to work so that I’m not tempted to eat all 9 servings.
Points Value: 3 points per serving

I added some miscellaneous points for all the tasting that I did though out the night..
Points Value: appx 4

AND I finally had all the right things at the same time to make gram cracker treats: low-fat gram crackers, snapped in half, with a tablespoon of fat free whipped topping in the middle. Wrap in plastic wrap and freeze. The crackers are a point a piece and the whipped stuff is so close to one point a serving, that I just used half a serving, therefore it’s zero points.
Points Value: 1 point per snack

Total Points Value in the kitchen tonight: 60
(That is if I counted correctly on my fingers — and dinner and snacks were only 10. Unless you count the soy milk, because I forgot about it until just now. I probably broke even for the day.)

Oh yeah, and at weigh in, I lost 4 pounds since the last time (two weeks ago because last week’s meeting was canceled). That’s a total of 14 pounds, but I still consider myself in the red. At my lowest weight, I had lost 18.6 pounds. That’s my first milestone, to reach 18.6 again. After that it is to get past that hump and make it to 20 pounds. All in all I would like to lose a total of 25 pounds, I guess.

You can say that doesn’t sound like a lot compared to some people who lost 80 pounds, or like the two guys who lost 15 pounds each since the last weigh in. It’s a lot when it’s a constant struggle. I like food. I like to eat food. I just have to try to spend most of my eating time eating good food.

Derby will only keep so many pounds off. And the day that I stop derbying and stop biking and running is the day I’ll be in big trouble.

I hosted my second annual “get rid of crap and see how much people will pay for it” sale.

• This time I wasn’t hung over (from a long night of watching the Molly Ringwalds).
• This time I had everything pretty much set up before my first customer came in (when last time I wasn’t yet out of bed when the first customer strolled up — coincidently, I had the same first customer both times).
• This time there were no big ticket items (chairs and sofas and all that fun garbage). The biggest item was treadmill that we sold for twenty bucks. My mom paid a total of 40 for it to start, so I guess she got what it was worth.

Can you believe that no one bought the Ab Isolator, or the Pilates DVD for 50 cents? I’m also still left with Girl Talk, presumably the original introduction to color theory and crafting in my young life. Now I will be forced to go find this book in the garage and share excerpts at random. Be prepared, this book is circa 1989.

The LNK was in full stride. One of them even drew me a picture:
((procrastination is fun… coming soon))

I found myself, approximately two months after the get go, on my very first (technical) date with my “favorite boyfriend”. (Damnit, I haven’t written about the origin of that yet.)

We found ourselves eating dinner in a place I will go ahead and call “hoitey toiety” because I can’t remember the name of it. I ordered shrimp and then watched bread dance around the table, tempting me to eat it until the meal arrived.

Afterwards it was a hop on over to Le Chat Nior for a little BINGO! Show action. I had actually seen them once before at Jazz Fest, but technically, this was the first show I went to with the whole actual playing of BINGO and all. I was a mere O-62 away from being completely humiliated on stage. (Next time I’ll just cheat.)

I’ve been trying to find the words to best describe the show, and all I have to say to you askers is click on the link, check it out, listen well and GO SEE IT! I’ve resorted to passing my ipod around work so others may share in my joy.

I feel like a little kid, hoping one day that I can play VEVE LaROUX.

Now that we’re about halfway through the very first off -season of the Big Easy Rollergirls, it’s about time to talk about the bitter ending to a sweet first season.

The night before we welcomed the Memphis Rollergirls to town with a good ole’ fashioned night of drinkin’. I, of course, cut out a bit early, for(dun dun dun) the Molly Ringwalds were playing at Southport this fair evening.

Funny night because this was the first Molly Ringwalds viewing that I was required a chaperon. One of my team mates was sent along, making sure I wasn’t drinking too much the day before a big game. (Thanks, Momma SmasHer!) Guess it’s a good thing that I had stopped drinking hours before anyway.

So here it is, going on very late and still not in bed (usually the night before a bout, I’m in bed by 9pm).

The whole day I was pretty much a wreck. There wasn’t a moment that I didn’t have butterflies… well, except maybe right after I took a late hit and a face plant right into Labayathan. I think at that moment I was about ready to throw a bitch down.

The jibbies immediately returned (accompanied by panic attack from Bruise, an ER trip by Miss Von Doom and a bruised knee from yours truly). The home town girls could keep themselves together and lost by a good bit.

After limping my way to the after party, I made sure to have a strong drink in hand (Kettle on the rocks, can’t get much stronger… unless you chose whiskey I guess) and enjoyed the rest of the evening until well into Sunday morning.

Other “somethings to talk about” this fine night:
Lt. Dan runs away with Bea’s camera
Lionel learns to roll
Window teases at DBA
Cheesy tots at last-last call
Derby wives and derby mistresses

And so ends the first season of the Big Easy Rollergirls. Here’s looking forward to October and beyond. Until then, Beatrix will try to be in hiding, but hasn’t been doing to good of a job thus far.

At one point tonight, I was smiling so much my cheeks hurt.