First off, I apologize to all of my faithful followers out there in blogger land (aka Marisa and Erin) for being absent the past two weeks. I am an aircraft dispatcher for the BLM and I go where the wildfires are. A standard fire assignment is 14 days with zero days off. I usually work a 12-16 hour day while "on assignment" and normally get two paid days off when I get home. That's right, zero days off and long freaking hours. So don't come complaining to me when you leave work 15 minutes late on a Friday night, get stuck in rush hour traffic, and get your weekend started off on the wrong foot. You won't get any sympathy from me. Zip, zero, zilch. Anyway, I'm currently in Alamogordo, New Mexico and having an amazing time!!
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| 100 Degrees outside and still sporting a smile! |
So I'm not going to lie, weight watchers has been dead to me during this assignment. So has exercising. I honestly tried to stick to my routine. I brought workout clothes and my favorite workout dvd. I went to the Wal-Mart and bought a bunch of healthy groceries, well healthy by Wal-Mart standards anyway. Oh on a side note, don't ever go to the the Wal-Mart in Alamogordo after dark. I feared for my life and I know where the "People of Wal-Mart" pictures were taken at.
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| Yeah, she was there |
I even took my Wal-Mart food to work, and had every intention of eating it. Well shit hit the fan on day two of my assignment, and all intentions of eating healthy and working out, went completely out the window.When you work a 14 hour day in an office with a broken air conditioner, the last thing you wanna do is eat a flavorless salad and spend 30 minutes on the treadmill! Well that is how I feel anyway. If you feel differently, you are just plain crazy.
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Do I look like I wanna be healthy
right now? The answer is NO! |
Needless to say I have been eating like shit for 12 days and haven't worked out at all. I SUCK!! It's true. I know it. My food baby is back. I feel like crap. I had Taco Bell for dinner. So don't try and tell me I still look great, and that you can't tell I've been a sloth for two weeks, etc. etc. etc. It's not going to help. I fly home Saturday and I will be back on the weightwatcher/exercise ban wagon first thing Sunday morning. Until then, bring on the "crappy dispatch food," I don't care anymore.
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| WANT! |
Thank God there isn't a Baskin Robbins here in Alamogordo or I would be driving there right now in my fat jammie pants.
