Catfish and Pretzels

Five for Friday

Five days before Christmas and I made up my mind that I REFUSE to stress about what’s not finished (decorating) what’s not purchased (gifts for anyone) and what needs to be done (everything). Tonight I’m going to a play starring The Mister, tomorrow I’ll let Angel torture me, and Sunday I get to see Mel Harris perform. No where do I plan to do anything Christmas related. I should be in full panic mode about not living up to expectations of the past. I accepted that this is my decision and I am totally okay with this. Looking over the kids’ list, I realize that I get them these things ANYWAY throughout the year. This Christmas, I’m going to enjoy my spawn, drink too much white wine, eat too much ham, and play obscene amounts of Just Dance. The Magical Land of Marked Down Prices await on December 26!

THAT’S a holiday.

I’ve been having a hard time getting it together in the mornings. I slept through my alarm twice this week and had to take on Miss Daisy duty for The PreTeen. I would put the blame on the melatonin I was taking to help me sleep through the night but I’ve only taken it once this week. I lookedn at my coffee consumption, but I have really cut back on my intake. This led to a review of my diet. In the past, I made fun of people who went bat caca crazy about living gluten free. To me it was some made up fooleywangering that people made up so they had another thing to bitch about. This week I may have to eat my words. Over the last week I amped my workout regime but my body has CRAVED soft pretzels. And I indulged. The days after I ate the pretzels found me groggy, sluggish, and bloated. I’m going to need more than a few days to prove this, but right now I’ll skip the sofy pretzels.

Speaking of conscious eating, since I begin training with Angel, I actually gained weight. I was pretty bummed about this until I put on some jeans that used to get stuck about mid hip. I can wear them and they look fantastic! I credit the workouts with Angel and that I’ve substituted low fat creamer for regular creamer in my daily. I’m making forty look and feel great!

I have however, had an epiphany. As I investigate what is causing my grogginess, I also see the toll it’s taking on my face. After looking at some pictures. I’m Catfishing like CRAZY. Let me explain. Depending on who takes the photo, I look DY-NO-MITE. That’s usually when I’m in control of the sutter. However, what about those camera challenged folks who don’t understand angles, lighting, my good side? I can’t sleep on my daily beauty routine. I have to find a way to apply a little powder and gloss, anything to make me look more like me and less like Yikes!

I leave you with this video of Straight No Chaser. The most telling lyric