I Want to Ride My Bicyle..Bicycle...

On my rare day off from the FARR'S (Come visit me my offer for 2 free scoops are still good if you want more information see yesterday's post)

I had a great day. I woke up watered the lawn talked to my flowers it was a rather fruity conversation a brief excerpt:

Me: My Coconut you are just blooming! Keep it up! We need to get you some potting soil to keep you upright now don't we?

Coconut: silent

Me: Mr. Mango! What is wrong with you? You are a little droopy today. Is it Ras? Is she giving you grief? Lets move you to another warm spot shall we?

Mr. Mango: Silent

I won't bother you with the rest of the conversation. Needless to say I was in need for person to person conversation. It was in the middle of watering Watermelon that my Father stopped by for a "surprise inspection" of the bungalow and to race at the Business Depot.

My childhood has revolved around the bicycle since I can rememeber. Weekends of bike tires, men in spandex, and many hours of boredom for a few moments of flash of color. Remeber this was pre-Lance Armstrong. While kids Dads watched the Superbowl or NBA playoffs I could rattle off the stats on all the Tour De France winners.


Yet last night was the first time that I had been to a bike race after the disaterous Logan to Jackson race of 2002. But that's a different post for another day.

As I sat on top of the trusty Honda I watched my Dad raced.

I was impressed.

I was proud.

I got a free meal at Jumbo burgers. ( I got the Hawaiian Burger. Seemed rather festive).

The pic above is dad on the white bike talking to Weston about the race. It was beautiful night. Also since there is nothing to do till the racers race by I took some pics. Enjoy!

Socks and Sandals. A common offense at Bicylce racers. This plague needs to be stopped. Do people a favor hide their socks from their sandals and the world will thank you!

SPANDEX! Need I say More?

Bridget Jones Moment:

BMI:31.2

Attitude: A little Blue

Water: 4 liters

Breakfeast: 40z of yogurt

Lunch: Sandy's Grilled chicken Pesto sandwhich (half) and pasta salad

Dinner: Hawaiian Burger with French fries. Sometimes you just have to silence the inner beast.

Ps. This is yesterday's Bridget Jones Moment.

Oh Long Ago and So Far Away...

I always wish I had a brillant oneliner to open up my blog post. I don't have a problem with the song title of the post because working at Farr's and FM 100 have given me many if not thousands of great annoying lines to start off a blog post. But today I am suffering strong blogging issues. What to say? What to do? What is it about me and you? See I have been rhyming all morning which is normally fine but tonight is the night I get to work down at my beloved Farrs.

I have remained strong. No wonderfully creamy marvelous dariy product has touched these virgin lips. Yet I crave for it. Desire for it. I scoop the wonderfully creamy delicious white pearl like ocean of moose tracks finding the deep rumblings of the fudge swirl and small islands of the chocolate covered peanut butter pieces and I begin to lose self control. It is like the feeling of strange lust over takes my body. Then when I create a moment of seperation between us as I hand one of cone like children off to a customer the desire ends. Then I am forced to scoop out of the wonderfully color of pink tinted bubblegum with the multi colored facets of bubble gum pieces and I am back to where I was before.

My Strength is weaking.

I need you readers. Come visit me.

Only one person has. Thanks Sarah for relieving me of my burden of two FREE SCOOPS. Did I mention that they are FREE? I don't want them. So somebody please come and take them off my hands. This is a limited time offer folks. Visit tonight and I'll throw in a brief blurb tomorrow.

Laters.

I had a Million Dollars but I spent it All!

This is my dangerous image. The rough and tumble I'm from Ogden don't mess with me look. So after my cattle weigh in last night and a rather intersting conversation with Momma Joye I thought to myself do I contiue to blog? Am I doing a good deed in the world for people?

But allow me to have a tiny Oprah moment: (As you can tell I am rather fond of having "moments")

I was really not happy. I mean really not happy picture small child throwing tandrum really not happy.

Then I realized it was a major disappointment yesterday I mean really. You get all exicited to go to a Hawaiian tropical paradise thinking you've lost a bunch of weight and then you hear that you are closer to your orginal weight than you thought.

Oy.

But there is always room for improvement right?

A little glimmer of hope?

Something to stave off the deep desire to stuff my face with Almond Joys?

Like I told the Momma Joye. I like my blog. Its honest.

So don't worry.

I am here to stay.

Unlike John and Kate.

Which might become John plus Four and Kate plus Four.

I am so funny.

Bridget Jones half time moment.

Weight. Fat

Attitude: little better.

Green Arces is the Place for Me!

I was so lucky today. I got to go to the Dr. Man to fix my Scaitica problem. Lately it has been so bad that I envy pregant ladies when they get the epidural. I normally hate needles with a passion (mainly because they make me feel like a live vodoo doll) but the thought of having some wonderfully bliss from this annoying pain that is my jiggleicous (take that Fergie) butt.





Here is where the story suddenly takes a weird turn to the left. I sat there in the Dr. Man's office waiting as usual reading those gloriously outdated magazines. I love the outdated ones because then I get to catch up on all the latest drama for your mama. When my name was called the nice Medical Assistant opened up the chute and I was allowed to stand on that wonderfully glorious scale.





Remember how I was Juile Andrews standing on top of a mountian happy yesterday?


After this moment not so much.





This is what flashed on the Scale.





218.3!





So smacking my gum (like a cow chews its cud) I looked over at the nice Medical assistant and I mooed.





Then waddled down the hall.










Bridget Jones Moment
Weight: 218.3
Attitude: Not Very Nice.
Steps: 3.5 Miles or 6720 steps.
Water: 1 liter
Breakfeast:
Eggs with 4 oz of yogurt.
Lunch:
Wendy's Side Salad with Jr. Bacon Cheese burger (the little one!) with no bun.
Dinner:
Grilled Veggies and BBQ beef.
Snacks:
1 Java Chip Frap. (Don't judge. I'm not in the mood for it).

Love is All around...

This is how I felt today. Last night I had crazy dreams and I dreamnt that I was in a Mary Tylery Moore episode (That and I had Love is All Around No Need to Fake it...all you need to do is take it your going to make it after all...picture me with big hand gestures at the end of that.)

Then I realized why.

I felt Skinny. Have you ever had those moments where you suddenly just stop and go I can walk up a flight of stairs without hanging on to the rails gasping like a 90 year old smoker.

When I put a shirt on my buttons don't strain against my stomach going Hold on its gonna blow!

I actually have to wear a belt with my shorts. Last year I ripped every pair in the croch beccause I was so ashamed to buy new pants.

Size 34 is actually an option instead of a maybe.

I can work at Farr's Ice Cream and not eat every flavor in the bin. (This is huge folks. Do you know how great and wonderfully tasteful it is?)

This year I am going to Hawaii and I am not afraid to go to the Beach. Last year I kept on having this nightmare that I would be laying on the beach and all the people of the beach would come running toward me going Beached Whale! Beached Whale! Throw it back! Throw it back!

But here is the most important part.

I'm Actually Happy.

Like Freaking Juile Andrews on Top of a Mountain Happy.

Tom Cruise Jumping On Oprah's Couch Happy.

Laughing with people you love happy.

Ps. My 25th birthday is on the 22nd of June. Circle your calendars.

No Bridget Jones Moment Tonight. Its Sunday.

All My Milkshakes bring the Girls to the Yard...

Sorry about the sudden irregularity of postings. (Is irregularity a word?) I started South Beach again! Its funny but it adds a sense of control to my life. I feel like I have a purpose again.

I want to thank all of you for your help and kind words about me going back to work at Farr's. I realize now that this is what I am suppose to do. Do I like it? I am amazed at myself lately. When I think I am going to stuff my face with ice cream I think of the weight I lost and how hard it was to lose it. Its not fun! Really! So I don't even taste it. It takes a strong amount of self control. I mean really can you imagne what its like to be on the other side of the counter? Its a free for all.

However I am not indulging.

Not even a little bit.

Here is a the real reason why you all tune in...

The Bridget Jones Moment

This is for yesterday.

Weight: 209!

BMI:30.40

Water:6 liters

Steps: 11,206 or 6.6 miles

Breakfeast: 2 eggs scrambled with mushrooms, 4oz of yogurt, and 3 pieces of celery with natural peanut butter.

Lunch: Chicken salad with celery and mushrooms, 4oz of yogurt string cheese.

Dinner: a small bowl of wheat pasta.

Snacks: 15 almonds sugar free dove chocolate and 3 sugar free mints.

Till tomorrow!

Smells Like Desperation.

When I was in High School there were three things I vowed I would never do.

1. Drive a Mini Van (As you can see in the photo above I already did that one working at Aggie Ice Cream.
2. Listen to Beyonce. (Did that one this morning. Can't help it the Single Ladies Song just moves me in the right direction when I work out.)
3. Go scoop Ice Cream At Farrs after Graduation.

Well folks. I just broke number three today. So if you want to see me come out of retirement of scooping in all my Blake Got Fat Glory I will be at Farr's Ice Cream from 12-5 Wends, 3-9 on Friday, and 5-10 on Saturday. Cause I am just that cool.

If you are one of the first people that come into see me I will give you my 2 free scoops. Because if I eat them its going to be Blake got Fatter.