Back on the wagon - hang on!

So I blogged years ago. It mostly was about travels, booze, & bitches. My, my how life changes. I have been inspired to give this another go by one of my new favorite bitches - LizzObitch.



So this weekend my kid sister, now 22 , spent some time with me. We are 7 years apart and we've always considered ourselves to be quite opposite. We barely spoke for years after a falling out in her late teenage years. I started to say that she has finally grown into maturity, but I must admit - we both have.



Due to our age difference we have never been super close. I feel that this is changing, yet it is such a strange process. We are connected through blood - would we be friends if not? Maybe if we were coworkers or classmates but we run with different crowds. She is currently living alone on a military base, her soon to be ex-husband is stationed in Iraq. Most of her friends are military families and she likes Palin. I on the other hand run in a much more liberal circle. I have a girlfriend who is pierced, tattooed, and sports a mohawk on occasion. Several of my good friends have the same M.O.



So having a sister just seems strange at times. I have always felt that I was the black sheep of the family and yet when we were talking this past weekend she's always felt like the black sheep. Out of the three biological siblings, two of us are queer. A bit ironic that her being straight makes her different in our family. So when we are together we have a tendency of comparing strange defects that we either both share or lucked out that the other one got the short end of the stick. We look at each other and it's like a "fun mirror" where you can see yourself in the image yet it's distorted in one way or another. Our mother passed away 14 years ago and our grandmother shortly there after. I think that's why we might compare our genetics so harshly with each other. Both of our big asses, her bunions, my coarse dark leg hair, she tans, I burn and how we grew up on junk food. Which leads me to the next part of this novella.

So after spending most of my weekend with the little sis, Rex & I ended up at our friend's Starr & Liz. We had dinner and discussed our lives as usual. I spoke of my sister inspiring me to "get back on the wagon" and really begin to pay attention to what I eat, and activity so that I can shed these ridiculous pounds that I keep packing on. Starr & Liz both have been on Weight Watchers off and on and swear by it when they keep up with it. I actually was a member back in the day as a third grader - yes a nine year old weighed in on a weekly basis with 20-70 year olds. I remember my grandmother would take me and all that I wanted was the pretty beach towel on the wall. I think it was $15 which was ridiculous at the time to pay for a towel. But I wanted it and my grandmother said that if I hit my goal she would buy it for me. I have no clue where this beach towel with large stick figures, in bright colors, biking, swimming, and horseback riding but I do know that I eventually earned the damn towel.

So here I am twenty years later back on Weight Watchers. Admittedly, I have not attempted a diet in several years (other than the break up diet which consisted of booze, bitches, and cartons of smokes) so obviously this will be a major change for me.

The first day went pretty well. Other than giving myself gut rot this morning from too much coffee w/ half the normal cream and yes - no sugar. Lunch was actually the easiest thanks to McDonalds. Who would ever think I'd be thanking them on a diet?! Side Salad, Paul Newman's low cal dress, and a yogurt parfait - 5 points. It's now much later in the evening and I realize that I could've added the granola to it for the extra point - which at the time I thought was insane for such a small little packet.

Tonight I met my good friends, Chris & Helen at Macaroni Grill for dinner. I showed up with the dietary information from the entire menu and geezus christ was it difficult to eat anything there! I settled for a bite of bread instead of my own personal loaf. Instead of shoving my face with their delicious pasta followed up by a 1,000 calorie piece of tiramsu - yes a 1,000 calories!!! - I had fish, grilled asparagus, & broccoli... and I actually got full. The waitress was a bitch - she saw my little list and basically made fun of it the entire time - however I tuned her out, rolled my eyes at her and conquered my goal of a healthy dinner at an Italian restaurant.

Tomorrow, as my sister says, "a new battle".