In other news, it is currently 2:30 AM and I am wearing this robe thing that is incredibly itchy. I also have to be at a four hour training class in seven hours. Oh, and it’s for a job that I hate and won’t be keeping. How do I know this? Oh, easy! My younger son is having a surgery in September and they won’t give me nor my husband the time off for it. We can only have the day off if we find people to cover our shifts. Uh, yeah. Right. I’m totally going to ditch this job for one that will allow me time off for something important like this. I mean, it’s not like I’m sitting there heading off to some fantastic party. It’s amazing that there are still companies out there that can behave this way. I know it’s a horrible economy out there, but I don’t think that gives any company the right to tell parents to choose between a surgery for their child and their job. Because make no mistake, I will not be at work instead of his surgery. It just ain’t gonna happen. And make no mistake that if I don’t quit, they’ll be firing me for it. It’s ok in the end. I don’t want to work for a company that treats me so horrible. It’s not right and I wouldn’t do it to my employees (if I had any, that is). It’s crap and that’s exactly how I feel. Lucky for them that I’m not going to mention them by name because I’m just not that evil. Maybe some day I will be, but not today.

Oh, and this whole USCG makes me cry. At this point, even when I do meet the physical side of it, I can’t seem to make headway on the financial side. I know why they do it. I just wish I had a solution to make it work like they want. Maybe it’ll all work out. I might have a Fairy Godmother hiding out somewhere waiting to meet me and sprinkle some Fairy Dust on me! In the meantime… I’ll be over here exercising & looking for a replacement job. Anyone want to hire a hardworking administrative assistant?

mood: tired but not sleepy
listening to: Troubadour by George Strait

Short Term Goal

I actually weighed in at 183.8 but the tickers don’t like decimals, so I rounded up.

Right now, I am considered obese with a BMI of 34.

When I get to 163.7 pounds, I will be overweight with a BMI of 29.9.  (Yeah, that’s the highest point on the range before being obese!)

When I get to136.4 pounds, I will be in the normal BMI range at 24.9.

My CG goal weight puts me at 27.2.  So…  The CG doesn’t mind me being overweight before entering Boot Camp.  Maybe that’s because they know I’ll lose it all in Boot?

Funny is that my goal weight of 115 pounds is a solid 21 on the BMI scale.  Right smack in the middle of normal range.  I can tell you for certain, that to be considered underweight I have to weigh 100.8 pounds and that isn’t going to happen.  That’s probably Hollywood thin and I’m sure I can’t reach it.  Nor do I want to.  I have no desire to be a tiny size 00.

I hit a bump in the road with going on that trip, but I’m back in action now!  For those keeping track, my ultimate weight goal is 115 pounds & a size 6.  My intermediate goal is 149 pounds as shown below.

And I do weigh myself daily.  That’s something I’ll have to blog about, seeing how some people think that’s evil and some people think it’s fine.  I’d just like to explain my view point on it.

On a side note, I made the Vegetable Quiche in a Quiche dish versus the muffin tin and absolutely love it.  Much easier for me to deal with AND I’m not wasting muffin liners. 

So, my trip sucked for the most part.  I can’t say I was enjoying it really.  But it is over, which makes me happy.  Gaining back five pounds makes me unhappy, but there’s no point dwelling on it.  I realized that my friends and I are overweight because we really eat shitty food!  I mean, for real, since changing my diet to reflect healthier choices, I go back and realize, damn…  everything here is Carbs + Salt.  Don’t they know that Carbs + Salt = Unwanted Weight?  And the answer to that question would be no.  I can confirm that because the common complaint was “I don’t understand why I can’t lose weight”.  I wanted to scream that it helps to eat better and actually do some exercise.  But…  that would have been rude.  So I didn’t say anything hurtful because I couldn’t find a nice way to say it without people getting mad at me.  /sigh

Oh well, back to the grind of exercising and stuff.  I imagine that I have plenty to watch on the television, so I think I should be good.

Random side note:  I wish I could include the new WordPress P2 theme into my sidebar.  That would rock.

At this point, I’m just like, ok…  Guess he’s not going to be around at his house at all today/tonight.  So, I drop it until Friday.  Now on Friday, I don’t even bother calling him.  I simply ask his best friend to confirm his address and let him know that I will be dropping said item off at the office of his apt complex.  It’s really going to be a pain for me to make my errands around when he’ll be home, so I thought, this could be the perfect solution.  So I leave it, with a post-it note and call the husband with the great news that his package has been delivered.  Except the husband tells me that his friend has something that’s supposed to be returned to my husband.  I guess it was an exchange and no one remembered to tell me.  So I call the guy up and of course, he again doesn’t answer.  So I’m like, hey, sorry to bother you, I was hoping to pick up the thing for the husband, please call me and let me know when’s a good time.  I am slightly dejected.  But it has nothing to do with the guy and everything to do with disappointing the husband.  That’s at 3pm.

Fast forward to 8pm Friday night.  I find out that I might be on the opposite end of town for the remainder of my stay.  Shit!  So, I figure that I’ll take the high road, send the guy’s best friend a text asking if it would be possible to come by Friday evening and pick up the package.  No response.  For real, the amount of “no response” I was getting was unbelievable.  Even if I dislike someone, or they’re annoying me, or whatever, I give them the dignity of responding.  I think it’s simply a common courtesy type of thing.  The husband contacts his friend in a game the mutually play and his friend says that he’d rather mail the package to my husband instead of me picking it up.  At this point, I’m amazed and hurt.  My husband can get a response but I can’t?  And all I’m doing is trying to get a package delivered and a package picked up.  Unpossible!

So, I go around feeling like the gum on the bottom of someone’s shoe for a while.  The rest of the evening, as a matter of fact.  But, I decide that it’s not something worth persuing beyond a simple text to the guy who is being the jerk.  My text went something like “You know, I’ve never been made to feel so worthless my entire life. Thanks for that and have a nice life.”  Did I mention that the husband tells me just after he talks to the guy that the number I have wasn’t for his house but was his cell?  Yeah, that would have been handy to know in the beginning…

So, I call it a day, delete the numbers and addresses out of my phone since they weren’t of any further use to me.  The this morning at 7am, I get the following text: First off, the reason I didn’t call u back was well. Weird.  But I figure there’s more coming, so I just hang back and wait.  At 7:10, I get:  A) calling me four times in one day… After the fact of one i was not home all day and two i didn’t have my phone with me is HELLO!  Is a little much.  B)  after getting ur so called “message of guilt” i now know what ur true intentions were.  So back at ya have a nice life. Interesting.  So, I responded with:  I didn’t leave a message of guilt, I had just argued with X. I don’t have a clue what my “true intentions” were other than “shit, X’s not happy with me”.  As for calling, I was literally driving past your apt every time I called b/c of my friends & where their storage unit is.  I didn’t think it would hurt to call.

I don’t understand people.  Although if this has been a girl, at least I could blame it on her being a stupid female.  It’s just dumb.  Some days, it doesn’t pay to talk to people.

Of course, I’ve been doing this for years now.  Just not so many at one time.  At this rate, the financial side isn’t going to be done for a year.  If I work two jobs, I probably could get it done in six months.  I wonder if I’d die in the process though?  Either way, it’s the suckage.  If someone finds a money tree, please, send me a sapling, k? 

I don’t have a goal date in mind for losing the weight, though at the pedestrian pace of two pounds per week, I’m looking at being at 149 around the first week of September.  But I’ve never lost weight that slow.  Of course, I’ve never been this heavy before, either.  I’m going to play it by ear, I suppose.  I’d like to go to Bootcamp this summer while the children are out of school.  But that’s doesn’t leave me a lot of time to lose the weight, so that might not be realistic.

Not that it matters, I was told by the recruiter that I can’t even go to get the physical exam until I meet the weight requirements.  In the meantime, I’m focusing on meeting the physical requirements for bootcamp.  I’m told this is for the end of bootcamp, but I’m using it as a guide for entering. 

• 15 push ups in a minute
• 32 sit ups in a minute
• run 1.5 miles in 15 minutes, 26 seconds
• sit and reach to 19.29 inches past my knees
• jump off a five foot platform into a pool, swim 100 meters in five minutes, then tread water for five minutes

Right now I can do the 15 push ups (as a girl, I am going to progress to doing them the “right” way) and the sit & reach.  I’m not worried about the swimming, the husband says that it’s the easiest part of the testing process.  And I can walk 2.2 miles in 45 minutes, so I definitely need to work on the running aspect of it.  I’m confident I can do them all, just need to practice them.  If anyone actually reads this and has any tips, I’m all eyes!