Seriously…?

Friday, March 19th

• Exercise: Stationary Bike
• Time: 30mins
• Distance: 4.5 Miles
• Calories Burned: 225

Saturday, March 20th

• Exercise: Walking
• Time: 2hrs 30mins
• Steps: 3,883
• Calories Burned: 262

Sunday, March 21st

• Exercise: Stationary Bike
• Time: 22mins
• Distance: 3.5 Miles
• Calories Burned: 209

Monday 22nd- Monday 29th Personal issues and medical appointments.

Tuesday, March 30th

• Exercise: Belly Dancing
• Time: 35mins
• Calories Burned: 336

Results

• Weight Lost: 0 lbs
• Inches off Waist: 3in

My VERY drunken thoughts on New Moon…

Warning, there might be spoilers, not that most of my readers care.

Not even five mins in… and hes sparkling

Please close your mouth, you look like a simpleton

Oh yay, they armed her with a camera for this movie *eyeroll*

And hes doing the slow mo walk entrance to bass heavy music

Holy horrible hairpiece batman…

Cliche’d gift of a dreamcatcher from the Native

Wow, that was the most unemotional, deadpanned reading of Romeo and Juliet I have ever heard

Yes because flinging her backwards ensures that she wont be hurt… oh wait… now its a much larger wound

Wow, I would believe his love for her more if he didnt look like he wanted to vomit at the thought

“You dont belong in my world” Translation: get of out my face bitch

Are you crying, or faking an orgasm while he breaks up with you?

She walked for hours in the woods… but when she turns around, she finally falls down… Thats NOT clumsy

Umm, no one notices the NAKED native man carrying an unconscience girl? Apparently her being alive is good enough

Slow rotating camera of her sitting to show the passage of time… ugh

Three months and more have passed, and shes plagued with nightmares and listless… and her father hasnt done anything? Talk about bad parenting

OH you stupid girl, yeah thats a GREAT idea

And apparently hes sending her mental images of him talking to warn her

Oh gods, shes going to do dangerous things to see him again

So now she turns to Native boy to help her make a motorcycle… And he happily agrees, because hes like… in like with her

And he seems to be a typical 16 year old boy… oh wait no, more like 12

Dude, I know youre like Native and shit, but I know they have hair brushes on the Reservations. Use one

Hah she fell off the bike and smacked into a rock… a really big rock

Omg, what is with all of the age jokes in this movie…

Why are all of these guys fawning over her? She plain at best… AT BEST

Oh now hes cut his hair, no more horrible hair piece for him

And another guy says he cant be friends with her. Shouldnt that mean something by now?

Oh gods, he used the “its not you, its me” line

Why has no one gotten her help for her obvious obsessive habits and depression?

And here come the Weres

He parkors to her room, why?

I think this whole movie is an excuse to have Native boy half naked most of the time

And now she knows for sure that hes a Were

Really, “So the wolf’s out of the bag”?

Wait, the whole purpose of the Weres in this are to kill vamps? A vamp moves into town, and they get a “fever” and change… Uhh

Since when did all the vamps start having red contacts? I mean, red eyes…

If she knocked her head hard enough to be knocked out… there should be blood dangit

When did this become Smallville? ‘Beefcake’ is constantly naked, wet, or both.

Damn shes dumb… Dont go in there dumb bitch

More slow-mo walking for vamp boy

Why is she slow-mo running. Theres nothing there to bounce in a pleasing way

They are reunited, and hes suppose to be passionate, and he just looks like he wants to vomit

Why is changing into a Were called “phasing” its a bit too sci-fi for me. “Shifting” is way more accurate I think

Damn his hair is like a white boy’s fucked up afro… its horrid

Why are they so possessive of her? Why the dueling dicks? Shes NOT worth it.

Damn, dont tell a dude you love him when you’re turning a guy down, thats such a cunt move.

Someone please rip her head off… PLEASE

Seriously? You’ll only turn her if she marries you? UNHEALTHY

Isnt always that easy. Especially when you are shaped like I am.

Ya know, short, with meat on your bones.

However, I am lucky enough to have married a man who loves and desires me no matter my shape. But, who is also willing to help me feel better about myself, instead of just giving me compliments when I complain.

Its also fortunate that I have an awesome Twitter friend (TheDirtyGround), who is also local, and a moronically talented artist. And who supplied me with two links that have already helped me feel better about myself. The first, a curvy girls sexy clothing store, Hips and Curves. Not only do they have a BUNCH of awesome outfits in a wide range of sizes, they are AFFORDABLE.

Yeah, I ordered a mountain of stuff from them, with the blessing of my dear husband.

Then, she began raving about these Burlesque dance classes, saying how its awesome to help your overall body image. So, I asked for linkage, and she hooked me up.

Burlesquercise

I read some info, looked at where the classes were. And found that one of the classes is VERY close to where we live.

Bring it up to the husband, who is in favor. He nearly agrees on the spot, regardless of price.

150 bucks for 6 wks? Hell yeah!

I signed up for the May course, which starts a week after my birthday.

That gives me roughly 2 months to build up my endurance and such a bit.

So I started working out again today.

And Jelly Bean did agree, if I liked the classes, he was in favor of me continuing them.

I also bought some DvDs, so I can learn the basics of Burlesque dancing, and Belly dancing.

Yeah, there is a plan!

March is becoming one of my busiest months ever, and one of the most stressful for me.

I had my first CT Scan friday. To those who havent had one done, you dont want to.

I am not prone to being claustrophobic, and I nearly panicked.

One of the things they dont warn you about, being stuck for an iodine injection. Yeah, that was real barrel of monkeys.

My dependable vein that is ALWAYS used for blood work and IVs, it fucking ROLLED… Imagine that pain for a second.

So I had a needle in my right arm, and oh my gods, it hurts.

I’ve never fainted or anything from needles, but I came very close. Hell, I nearly threw up, that was a new one.

CT Scan itself was uneventful, my head was strapped down, and I was put in a tube that smelled of old farts.

It was a masochist’s DREAM.

Course we finally got the immigration medical appointments booked, which involves blood work and an X-ray. Exciting!

Couple my own medical issues with my best friend’s father being in the hospital for heart problems (she left for Alabama the other day, just in case) and its been a rough few days. Luckily her father is on the mend, and the scariest of my medical tests is over with. Its just that this month is SO BUSY.

And now for some boobies!

~I am going to start work on, something, and this is the first part, I will move the entries to their own page eventually~

Part of me never realized just how much I was giving up, when I decided to move over 2K miles away from everything I had ever known.

All for love, for the man I married.

Idont  regret it, not in the slightest, but in my own fear of social situations, I have made a cage of my own marriage.

Its a safe cage, and I AM happy.

But…

Its on nights like this, when my husband is at work, and the kid is in bed, that I really feel isolated.

These are the nights that I dont even have the comfort of talking to my best friend via IM. Because, she, like everyone else, has a life that doesnt involve typing constantly.

People have suggested those horrid Mommy and Me group, as a way to make friends.

One problem.

I cant stand those women. You know the ones I am talking about. The ones that have nothing to else to say but what their precious little snowflake did.

I’m sure your child is a delight, but I highly doubt you think hes a perfect little angel when hes screaming his head off at 4am, and has been screaming for 3 hours, and you are just plain tired of it.

I love my kid, I really do. But there is no way in hell to be THAT tolerant of a child’s faults.

I cant stand those women, and they think I am the worst mother ever. We avoid each other like the plague.

Not being a fan of the “standard” religions, the ability to socialize at church is another thing I cant do. The idea of attending for the sake of meeting people, doesnt really mesh with me. Not that you dont make friends at church, I dont think its a good idea to go just for that.

So, there it is, my admittance.

I’m a lonely, social phobic, borderline agoraphobic married woman with a 4 year old.

And I have no idea how to fix this issue.

Maybe I should have had that zoloft refilled sooner…

©2010 Holly E. Reinsch