We are about to head out on el honeymoon and the task of emptying the refrigerator before a 12 day hiatus is my job today.  So…what can I make with the junk in our dirty fridge?  Bub was lucky enough to have some of his old standby noodle, chicken in a can, cream o’ mushroom soup casserole junk.  🙂  I was even more lucky…I had enough goodness for a delicious quiche! 

 This is a delicious spin-off of my Aunt Sharon’s “real man’s quiche” recipe.  Here is the post quiche photo, along with some delicious green beans with bacon. 

The recipe is posted on the GF Recipe page…if you’re so inclined.  🙂

I enjoyed it for dinner tonight…and will be enjoying for breakfast and lunch tomorrow!

Happy Almost Hump Day!

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Arrggghhhh!  In the famous words of my Grandma Fox…”it’s NO GOOD”.  Not one bit of it.  For the twice per week swimming at the gym, I’ve been wearing one of my Speedo tank suits from the late 90’s – pink and blue tie dye – it’s pretty hot.  Except for the fact that it makes my arse look like it’s 2’ long by 2’ wide. Seriously attractive…if you saw my backside coming along, you’d think I was a “brick shithouse”.  Needless to say, this sex-pot suit does not leave the gym…I wouldn’t want random strangers humping my leg.  Ha, ha, ha.

Dilemma of the week…honeymoon season is in t-minus four days…can I lose 50# in four days?  No, but I can possibly locate a tankini that doesn’t make me look like a 70 year old woman with a concrete block in her drawers.  We’ll be hanging out in the jungle, so the howler monkeys should be the only ones that notice.  Hopefully the suit in question won’t attract the howler monkey poo – they like to drop turds on the heads of unsuspecting jungle walkers.  Between the howling and the poop dropping, they are a really funny animal to see.

Whatever happened to these old suits??  Glorious!

They allowed the ladies to hide their self-professed “problem areas”…the thighs, bum, stomach, breasts, etc.  (Plus, I think they are cute as heck!)  Most of us have one or more of these areas that are a “concern” and cause us to do strange, sometimes horrifying procedures to correct them.  I’m calling bull-sheet on it and I’m declaring “honeymoon season” or any other vacation time “Safe” from worrying about what we look like in a swimsuit.  Safe: remember way back when, while playing tag, you would run over to a base and you were SAFE – that’s right, you’re safe…like a cloak of invisibility, except you can walk around with your head held high – even with the block of Type II cement attached to your ass!

Yeah, I am a big talker…that’s why I’ve crafted a muumuu for the trip!  HA!

Beginning of Week 2:

Loss of 6 lbs.
Rosacea is about 50% better.
Energy level is good!

However, I did partake in champagne consumption twice last week…this may be causing rosacea to flare up?  You only live once, right?  Plus – on both occasions Pong and/or Pont-ette were also partaking, so I felt obligated.  LOL.

There was some splurging this weekend too, since I’m putting it all out there.  🙂  I whipped up some GF snickerdoodles – they were delicious!  However, they may have added some stagnation to my progress.  It’s Monday…I’m back on track!  Asparagus, onion and chicken quiche for dinner.

My focus this week…continue with BGC #1 and work on being a little sweeter to hubby!  🙂  He is pretty cute and funny!

Cheers and Happy Monday!

Hee hee.  The above headline was spoken in the voice of Cartman from South Park.  It’s actually Weight Gain 3000 and he wants to be a beefcake.  He ends up looking more like a human bowling ball…I am looking for a slightly varied end result.  Actually, I sort of already resemble the human bowling ball… My desired result is a burly bean pole.  HA HA.

In true BG form, I was flexing my muscles in the mirror this weekend. Nerd. If you know me, then you know this has been a favorite past-time since I was about four.  The parents and siblings of BG have become immune to it and just nod their heads at my flexeriffic activities.  Mr. Burly, the new husband has not yet figured out if he should comment or pretend it’s not happening.  With time, he too will become immune.

My ADD got the best of me there…back to the conversation at hand.  BG Challenge #1 is to continue the gluten free change and drop these 30#.  Challenge #2 – I want to compete in the October 2010 Alaska Bodybuilding Championships…I’ll let that sink in for a moment.  You might be picturing a crazy looking DeelaDoll with bulging biceps – right on – may as well take advantage of the burly girl goodness!  Plus, there are multiple classes for these competitions, including fitness.  I plan to do this au natural…I don’t need no stinkin’ supplements – plus the majority of them contain gluten.

Besides, who doesn’t want to look like a lubed up carrot strutting around in an itsy bitsy swimsuit and stripper heels!?

Comments?  Suggestions? Want to join me on this challenge (Moniker?)??  We have 9 months – we can do it!!

There are some things in life that we count on to be uncomfortable…girdles, root canals, passing of kidney stones, pap smears, etc.  You see where I’m going with this?  However, this post is not going to be an angry diatribe about the distaste for these things, but more of an appreciative salute to doctors who actually give a crap.  And why I finally had a lovely pap smear.  Ha, is that an oxymoron?

This was how one of my yearly exams went, with my former doctor…back when I was really young, like 30.

Dr.: You know, as you get older your eggs dry up and your risk of a birth defects increases (probably not her exact words – but you get the gist)
Me: Oh really, thanks for that insight. You’re pregnant, how old are you?
Dr.: Forty one (WTF are you talking about, your eggs are six years older than mine and they seem to be in pretty good shape and you’re older??)
Me: Oh…I wasn’t actually in any rush to use my eggs, but thanks for the “pep” talk doc.

Nice.  I mentioned this conversation to a friend, who I will refer to as fertile mertile and she informed me that I needed a new doctor.  Edzachery!  So…at the reference of fertile mertile and another glowingly pregnant friend, I contacted the new doctor.  No Mom – I’m not knocked up…just hold yer’ horses!  J  Anyway…the new doctor visit was phenomenal…this was the most “uncomfortable” conversation of the visit:

Dr: …sometimes testosterone levels are too high in women. Do you have any hair growth where you don’t think it should be?
Me: Ummm…you mean, like this beard? Yeah.

As for the rest…the scraping of the vag area – no biggie, that only takes a few minutes and we chatted through it.  Funny, isn’t it…wonder if dudes chat with their doctors while they prod their prostates??  Ewww…

After the cervix scouring, I happily dressed in my dress and leg warmers  and was on my way.  If you’re wondering, I did ponder wearing the leg warmers during the exam, but I thought they might find me a little crazy.  I needn’t have worried – this doctor accepts all types…even old, dried up egg ladies.

Happy Friday!

And don’t forget to do your BOOB checks!

Wowza…just found this on my computer.  Where did this person go?  This must have been four years, 500 PBR’s and several tons of food ago!  I’m going to go ahead and add this (sort of scary) photo as motivation for the BG 2010 Challenge!  Raaarrr!

This is a fine example of the ginormous shoulders previously mentioned – they look like I should be a kick-ass swimmer.  Or at least provide an adequate crawl stroke…nope.  This morning was Day 6 of swimming and I see no improvement.  I even stuck one of those little floatie things between my legs and while it was really fun, it only helped keep the dead-weight legs afloat.  I think I’ll “sack up” and ask for some help.  Maybe on Day 7.  🙂

This is awesome! http://www.pfpchallenge.com/ak

As of today, Alaska pledged 9,318 pounds!!!  Go burly and non-burly Alaskan’s alike!!