progress report

I’ve been taking Otezla for 17 days now, and it still making me sick, but it’s sporadic now.

I exercised this morning for the first time since starting it and that was really hard. I felt like I had no energy and even got a little light headed. But I endured. I’ll work my way back up to where I was.

#NoBoozeSeptember will be put to the test tonight. I usually drink quite a bit of wine on D&D nights, but not tonight. I’ll be hitting the Diet Pepsi hard, though. D is planning to get several cases when he goes to the store. It’s going to be a heavy DP month.

He enjoys that I call it DP because he’s a dirty perv. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I don’t really think I’ll miss beer all that much. I was a big craft beer person from about 2013 to 2016, but now I’m just sort of meh about it. The only beers I even really enjoy at this point are: Bell’s Two Hearted (my all time fav), 4Hands Divided Sky & 4Hands Resurrection. I’m sort of glad I’m “off” beer, because it has made me fat.

I’m more of a wine drinker now, and my tastes have gotten quite expensive, so a little break from that habit isn’t such a bad thing either. Haha.

Back to Otezla: so I’m 17 days in, and I haven’t had any flares during that time, which is very impressive. Normally, my right knee would have gotten swollen to the point of barely being able to walk (and causing me to cry) at least 2 times by now. I’m cautiously optimistic that this is going to work for me. Another good sign? I stopped treating my scalp psoriasis with topical steroids and yet it seems to be getting better.

FUCK YESSSSSSSSS

I have 20 pounds I’d like to lose, but realistically I will be content with losing 10. I’d like to do so before the wedding, but I’d be happy with 5 to 8, which I feel is quite doable, though not with my previous drinking habits: hence, #NoBoozeSeptember.

Some people would tell me just to drink less and not cut it out completely, but I know myself, and once I pop, I can’t stop…ya feel me?

Also, I want to prove to myself that I can do it. D did something similar right after I met him, which is sort of where I got the idea. I have a lot of willpower so I’m not terribly concerned. The biggest tests will be: a bad day at the office *and* our first Friday night steak dinner without wine.

I have a few hours before our guest start to arrive, so I guess I should go enjoy my relaxation time while I can.

xoxo

 

 

here goes…

Vacation is upon us.

Around 1:20 this afternoon, D and I walked out of my office and wandered down to Wildflower for lunch. I won’t be returning to the office until next Tuesday. I am pumped.

It probably seems like I do a lot of vacationing/staycationing, but you would too if you had to deal with my asshole clients on the daily. Taking a week off every couple of months is the only way to stay sane.

Sometimes, it’s good to be the boss.

After lunch, I did a bit of solo shopping, which ended up putting me in a bad mood because ugh everything looks horrid on me. The horrible dressing room lights didn’t help matters, of course. And the vicious three way mirrors. Bastards.

Then it stormed its ass off and I got soaked getting Jackson from after care, because heaven fucking forbid I pay attention to a weather forecast ever, or, you know, actually put one of my several umbrellas in the fucking car. This is a common occurrence.

I have an evening of laundry and packing ahead of me. Do not want.

But…we leave for Chicago tomorrow and I am pretty excited about that. Except I have nothing to wear. *sigh*

I’m in a bit of a funk. I hope I snap out of it soon.

I should do something productive, but instead I’m going to hang with D in the great room and listen to Crash on vinyl.

‘Great room’ sounds so pretentious, I know, but that is the actual proper name of the room, like on the blue prints and shit. We call the hearth room the living room, but I don’t know what else to call this bigger living room other than the great room.

It is a great fucking room to be sure, so it is aptly named.

I guess I could just call it the big living room. But…meh.

Ooh I have leftover Thai food to look forward to for dinner.

And the kiddos are here. Yay! I missed them. They are currently in their own little tween and pre-tween worlds. They just want to hang out with each other, playing Minecraft, and watching shitty Disney shows. Though I bet they beg us to play Rock Band and/or Mario Kart with them after dinner. I’m actually looking forward to that.

I just want to be at home for a while. No social obligations. We have way overextended ourselves with social commitments as of late, and it isn’t getting better anytime soon. I just want to be at home and chilling with the fam. Luckily, we will get a little bit of that on Sunday and Monday (except Freya won’t be here…boo).

This week is actually a prime example of the cluster fuck that is co-parenting. My ex was supposed to have Jackson this weekend but he apparently forgot and went ahead and booked a trip for himself, so I’m rushing home on Friday to make sure I get Jackson from school on time. It’s fine really, because I love having Jackson here, but I had to cancel and reschedule a bunch of plans that had been in the works for weeks. That was frustrating. Yay divorce life!

I’m never getting divorced again. Don’t worry: D knows this. He is stuck with me fooooooreeeeeeevvvvvvver.

Somehow I’m in a better mood now. Blogging it out, for the motherfucking win.

words about stuff

What a glorious morning! Saturdays are my favorite. Sex and sleeping in…ahhhh. Also, the weather is fucking beautiful so we have been able to have the windows open the last two nights, and it is fantastic.

Some shit that has been bothering me is getting better. The business partner and I have reached a sort of truce. We may not be besties anymore, but we recognize that we make a fuck ton of money together and need to suck it the fuck up and make shit work. Sometimes that means biting your tongue…hard. Haha. It’s seriously very much like a marriage.

I’m also starting to think that I may have survived the worst of Otezla. I’m nervous to put that out into the world, because I don’t want to jinx myself. I’m still feeling bad, but the severity of the side effects has diminished. I hope it continues this way. Maybe I’ll be able to get back to exercising tomorrow. I haven’t been able to do much since Monday.

Ahhh…Monday. What a lovely day that was, but I digress.

This afternoon we are meeting friends at a winery for a birthday celebration. The weather is perfect. I’m so excited to drive down there in the convertible.

Have I mentioned I love the weekend?

Oh and even better is that I have work shit to do on Monday, but then I’m off for the rest of the week. D and I are taking a little mini vacation.

In other news, we keep getting the most lovely messages from friends telling us how gorgeous our wedding invitations are, and it’s making me so very happy. D’s bestie’s wife said they’re the coolest wedding invitations she has ever seen. I feel like we picked something that perfectly reflects the wedding style. I’m so fucking pumped. I have definitely caught wedding fever. I’m going to enjoy every remaining moment of being a bride.

Oh and my future SIL told me this morning that her family is coming to the wedding. *squee* I’m finally going to get to meet D’s brother.

I guess I better go get ready to start the day.

xoxo

much ado about nothing

This week is weird and I kind of don’t like it.

RANDOM LIFE STUFF

D is gone, which sucks. I missed him the second we pulled away from the airport. My other half is missing. I need to get used to this though.  He’s going to be traveling way more frequently in his new position.

Earlier, he messaged me a pic of a slide from his presentation. He knows I love stuff like that. His intelligence is a real turn on for me. Like, I literally become aroused when I see the stuff he’s working on and/or when I hear him discussing work related things.

All three of the other parents are going on work travel at some point this week, so I’m doing quite a bit of solo parenting. This isn’t a big deal really, because I love spending time with the kids, but it’s a lot of work doing everything on my own. Drop offs, pick ups, grocery shopping, supply shopping (Freya needs a white tee for day camp tomorrow for tie dye, for example), lunches, dinners, laundry, baths/showers, quality time…the list goes on and on. Being a mom is fucking exhausting. I do love my little chickens, though.

They make it easy on me though. They are so well behaved, and they get along so well. They’re the best. I’m lucky.

Last night, it was just me and Frey. We made a night of it. We had stuffed crust pepperoni pizza with flaming hot cheetos. Then we had sundaes and popcorn while we binge watched Girl Meets World. We got through 7 episodes. I promised her we would watch more tonight.

That was my cheat night. Now it’s back to clean eating, no booze, limited Diet Pepsi, and hardcore exercise. 3 months until go time, bitches.

My head really fucking hurts. I think it’s a combination of allergies and being at my limit for dealing with dumb ass people.

We were able to watch GoT concurrently last night (once D got to his hotel room) and I liked it a lot. D thought it was a bit boring, but they have a lot to set up for the new season. I want to say more, but spoilers. I’ll keep my mouth shut for now.

HEALTH STUFF

Today is Day 1 of the BB challenge. I had my Shakeology before I left the house this morning. Freya was laughing at me because of the face I was making. Shit is kinda nasty, but fuck it’s good for you. I added a banana, which helped the flavor. For lunch, I had a tasty, but very healthy salad, which was full of protein and veggies. (BTW I love how the calories for everything is listed at Bread Co!) Not sure what I’m doing for dinner yet. Maybe a taco salad. I promised the kids tacos tonight.

After dinner, I’m supposed to do my first Shift Shop workout, but part of me is considering doing 21 Day Fix (and supplementing with walk/runs) because SS isn’t really appealing to me. Ultimately, I joined the challenge for encouragement and accountability, so I don’t really think it matters if I do a different workout.

I’m planning on making an appointment with a dermatologist. I need help with my old ass skin. I want Tri Luma and a chemical peel.

MISC

My birthday is on Saturday. I have feelings about this. Some good, some bad. None worth getting into right now.

Reminder: make reservation!

As of Thursday evening, I’m on an extended staycation. Oh and D will be back on Thursday evening. He’s taking off on Friday so we can do birthday stuff.

I. CAN’T. FUCKING. WAIT.

You know what I’m also strangely excited about? Three weekends of adult D&D in a row!

AND…I got an email about a Warehouse pre-sale for the next Dave & Tim Riviera Maya show in January and I really, really want to go. Five days at an all-inclusive resort plus three nights of Dave & Tim shows on the beach. Um…where do I sign up? It’s pricey though. Still…looking into it. I can’t take this money with me when I die, after all. It happens to fall on a non-custody weekend too, which makes it all the more tempting.

As my friends Ann & Rob would say: MAKE STORIES!

xoxo

 

 

 

Let’s get it

This morning we were having sex in the bathroom so I was watching in the mirror and I had good thoughts about my body. Yay. 

Today is going to be crazy. I’m slightly nervous. 

D was singing Short Skirt/Long Jacket to me before I left the house. Whenever I hear that song, I always think: why would anyone change their name from Kitty to Karen though? 

miscellaneous musings 

I spent the day in wet jean shorts (thanks, Thunder River) and so now I’m in a hot bubble bath. Delightful.

I won $25 in a Lularoe party so I picked up a couple of Azures. 

Cackle Spackle is my jam. 

Step-momming win: telling your tween step-daughter she needs to wear her deodorant every single day in a way that goes over well (no hurt feelings). Phew! 

I’m not sure what I want to do for my birthday next month. I found out one of my friends is hosting her birthday party on my actual birthday and I’m slightly annoyed. 

But on the other hand, I’m going to be 38 and she’s going to be fucking 31, so I mean…whatever I guess. I’ll survive obvs.

Awesome news today on the medical front. My doc prescribed my new arthritis med. I’m so relieved. Of course, now the insurance company is bitching, but hopefully we can get that cleared up asap.

Last episode of BCS tonight. Sad face. 

I got my kid to ride a few new rides today, but it was a struggle. He’s so much like his dad sometimes and it can make me crazy. 

ttfn