WLW: Hit Some Bitches

I don't about the rest of you, but I had an absolutely fantastic fucking weekend.

As I said last week, I went to Prince George to help Quesnel's Gold Pain City Derby Girls try their luck at taking on Prince George's very own Rated PG Roller Girls. I was already going to be in town for a meeting, and when the call for skaters came up, I figured, why the fuck not?

For those that don't know, roller derby is spectacular exercise, it works your legs, ass and core and you sweat – buckets if the venue is especially not well ventilated. Even more so when you're put on alternating lines so if you're not on the track, you're on deck to be on the track.

I am pleased to say that I was suitably exhausted by the end, but not the blackout fainting sort of exhausted. My endurance has gotten better since we started all that stamina skating in practice, so that's a very good thing.

Gold Pain City, with ECRDA guest stars.

The shitty thing about weekends like this, as I've said before, is the having to eat out at restaurants every meal. Granted, the pizza and beer after the bout was fucking amazing. Cee Cee Slaughter and I made that our chant throughout the bout, "pizza and beer, pizza and beer!" And oh how delicious they both were...

The bout itself is pretty much a blur now, but my teammates that watched said I managed to get a big hit on one of the Rated PG girls... took her right out, they said. I'm going to trust them on that, because it makes me feel good about how I'm gradually improving at this crazy-ass sport.

Pizza and beer took it's toll on my numbers this week, though not nearly as much as I was expecting. Last week I weighed in at 217.2 lbs, this week I'm up to 218 lbs. Not bad, but then all that skating does burn off a lot of calories. But I'm still in the two-teens, that's all I care about!

So back on track this week, maybe one beer after practice tomorrow, we'll see.

Smashy smashy!
Ginger.

WLW: Greatest Diet Ever...?

I've discovered the greatest diet plan of all time! It's utter stupendous and will work for you, me, and practically anyone who tries it! Wanna know what it is? Huh, Do ya? Doyadoyadoyadoya?!?!?!

It's called the Get So Busy You Don't Have Time To Eat Diet!

That was me this past weekend. And actually I don't recommend it. Running around like a chicken with your head cut off and then realizing at 7 p.m. that you kinda forgot to eat and then gong and getting pizza probably isn't the best solution.

My running around was for the local Trade Show – ECRDA (That lovely logo on the right) had a booth and I was the one getting it set up and whatnot, doing a few shifts in the booth, plus I had to take photos of the Trade Show for work. Oh, and a little breather to watch Keisha for a few hours.

You can read all about that particular drama here. I don't feel quite that bad anymore, although I'm pretty sure I picked up a touch of whatever she had and thus, have continued to eat very little. Which is likely the reason for this week's number.

Last week I weighed in at 220.8 lbs. So what did the low calories intake combined with the increased exercise from running up and down stairs and all over the Trade Show do for me? As of this morning I'm at 217.2 lbs.

Out of the 220s, MuthaFucka!!!!!

I'm now about where I was two summers ago when I went to my high school reunion. Except I've got a lot more muscle now from playing roller derby for a year and a half. My Derby Twin, Ruby, told me the other night I look about half the size I was back when I played in my first bout, and I have to say, watching the DVD of that bout in our Trade Show booth and seeing that big purple booty short wearing ass try and drag itself around the track, I'm inclined to agree with her.

I, along with some of my other teammates, will be helping Gold Pain City round out their roster against Rated PG's B Team this weekend in Prince George. My first bout of the year, and even though it's not with my own team, I'm still pretty fucking stoked. Let's see if I remembered anything from Sk8Fest...

Smashy smashy,

Ginger.

Project 365: Week Fifteen

Week 15 brought many good photo opportunities – community events and such. Makes it easy to get a good photo.

April 8

I found a bukkit in a yard, looking all sad and alone...

April 9

Jack Sparrow? Jack Dawson? Jack and the Beanstalk?

April 10

Peace be with you.

April 11

Tanker truck doing 25k/hr down the Taylor Hill.

April 12

Won't no one come rescue this poor shopping cart?

April 13

The newest edition to the ECRDA Family, Mannie Quinn.

She's sensitive about her lack of a head, just don't mention it...

April 14

My Derby Twin's baby girl, she fond a kitty!

And there ya go! Some decent photos this week, I think.

Headless Mannequins,

Ginger.

Why I Would Be A Lousy Mother

I feel like the biggest asshole ever in life.

My sister asked if I would babysit Keisha for a few hours while she and her husband went to check out the trade show. It's a lot easier to take things in when you don't have a rambunctious 2-year-old with you. I get that. So I said sure.

I get over there and I get my usual greeting, "Hi Ammie" because she can't say Auntie just yet, and I'm told we will be having a tea party. That's all well and good. She doesn't quite get how to use a teapot, but she's enjoying herself.

Then we go upstairs for a riveting half hour of Toopy and Binoo. Keisha came and sat quietly with me, which seemed a little odd since she's usually running around all over the place and wanting to read stories and whatnot. Not today though. Brandy said she was probably tired when I got there, so I figured she was just that.

After Toopy and Binoo, I get to watch The Biggest Loser on the PVR, and Keisha takes her usual place in front of the TV. About half way through she turns around and makes a "I'm in a catastrophic amount of pain" noise and is holding her tummy. I asked her if her tummy hurt and she practically cried out yes and then came over to the big purple chair and laid her top half down on it, whimpering.

Now, I'm not a parent, but I remember being a kid, and a tummy ache almost always ends the same way: vomiting.

I cannot handle someone throwing up. I actually have a mini panic attack whenever someone, kid or adult, pukes in front of me. Or anywhere I can hear it. It stems back from an experience as a kid where I watched an adult have a huge freakout over a child puking. Ever since then, it has scared the holy fuck out of me.

I called my sister and told her what was happening, and asked what I should do. Keisha hadn't gotten sick yet, but I knew it was only a matter of time. She told me to try and give her some milk, which Keisha did drink a bit of, but then put her head back down on the chair and moaned some more.

I felt her forehead and it was burning hot, so I went to get some of her children's Advil, which she refused to try and drink. That led to calling Brandy again, which brought them home.

After I got of the phone, I almost started bawling.

I tried to hold it in, because Keisha was right beside me and I didn't want to freak her out, but I felt like the biggest piece of shit.

Why? Because there's this poor little girl who is obviously in pain, and all I can think is "please don't throw up, please don't throw up, please don't throw up" and "Oh god, please don't let me catch whatever she has if it's contagious."

I am such an asshole.

This is the reason why I think I would be just an absolutely horrid mother. I can't even keep it together when a small chid is sick, and kids get stomach bugs all the fucking time. How the hell am I supposed to take care of a kid of my own when I can't even keep it together when my niece is sick!? I'd be like that mom in The Divine Secrets of the YaYa Sisterhood, where like all four of her kids are puking and shitting at the same time and she's just having a huge fucking meltdown. That's gonna be me if I ever have kids. And her adult child in the movie hates her guts. Any kids I have are going to grow up to hate me.

Most people could've probably handled it until the parents got home, letting the kid puke... somewhere, I don't know. They would have done something!!

Keisha did manage to wait until her mom was home and proceeded to puke all over the two of them. And I still felt like a shit because all I wanted to do once she started puking was run downstairs and get away from it.

I am a horrible person.

Brandy told me it was okay, and I did what I should have done, but it doesn't make me feel any better. I cried my eyes out the entire drive home, and to be honest, am crying while I type this. I should never have children. I clearly won't be able to take care of them when they're sick, because I am completely useless. I have never felt shittier than I do right now. And I'm still fucking paranoid that I'm going to get the stomach flu, so I don't want to eat anything! Even though I've only had a banana today! That's how fucked up a human being I am.

But now I gotta stop crying and get dressed and finish what I need to do today. Hating myself the entire time.

An Awful Ammie,

Ginger.

WLW: Huh?

So I was laying on the couch after having worked the longest, most ridonkulous day of my life and totally just realized it was Weight Loss Wednesday! Which means I needed to do a post! Dur!

This has been a week of total insanity. Thursday I spent most of the day in Dawson Creek for a pre-meeting meeting, but got to do some shopping while I waited for the boss to be done what she was doing.

Then, I caught another cold just in time for the long weekend and went though an entire box of kleenex to stave off my leaking nose. All I wanted to do was hide under a blanket, but I had to take photos of the Easter Egg Hunt. Granted I made the single most adorable front page in the history of front pages, and a pretty damn cute page three, but it was an exhausting experience.

Keisha had a boogery nose too, just like Auntie!

Today I went back to DC for the actual meeting, but first I got to the office at 7 a.m to attempt to do a page or two before the meeting, but the Internet wasn't working. However, once I got there for my coffee meeting with my counterpart, we all found out that the real meeting had been cancelled. Rawr!

So I drove back to find out that the Internet at the office was still down, and stayed down until almost 5 p.m. I don't know how journalists did their job before the invention of the Internet, because we were completely useless without it. Stories getting emailed to staff, then that staff having to go home to get those emails on a jump drive to bring back to the office and put on the file server.... It was madness.

Sigh.

I did very little exercise this week and didn't exactly eat as well as I have been – being sick seems to do that. I fluctuated quite a bit over the week, but as if today I'm down from last week.

Last week's number was 222.9, this week I'm at 220.8, so I'll take it. Now that my face has stopped leaking and I have energy again, I expect to do much better this coming week.

So that's that. I'm going to have some tea and go to bed.

G'night duckies!

Ginger.

Project 365: Week Fourteen

Week fourteen lands on Easter weekend, so a Hoppy Easter to everyone! There were some pretty cool photos this week, what with freak snowstorms and little llamas and muffins! Mmmmm, muffins....

April 1

Muffins were necessary after the 10K run.

April 2

Is that a Steampunk Hello Kitty?

April 3

Freaky-ass snowstorm! Snowball sized flakes!

April 4

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's.... SUPER LLAMA!!!

April 5

Work, work, working on the Taylor Bridge.

April 6

Caught another cold....Snot rag pile.

April 7

Keisha found some eggies!

Annnnnnd there ya have it! Fourteen weeks down, uhhh, I've lost count how many are left.

Hunting for photos,

Ginger.

WLW: Grrrrrrrr.....

RAWR!!!!!!

...

Okay, I'm better now.

See, I have good news and bad news for this week's post. Which would you like to hear first? How about the bad? Get it all out of the way...

I was hoping this would be a super happy positive week, especially since when I pre-weighed myself on Monday, I was finally out of the 220s... at 219.9 in fact. I actually did a little happy dance and let out a little cheer because holy balls it's about fucking time!

Unfortunately, that was Monday.

When I weighed myself this morning, I managed to gain three pounds in two fucking days.

Pardon me a moment while I cry like a baby.

James Van Der Beek doesn't cry pretty. Neither do I.

Okay, now that that's all over with... Let's get positive!

I did my second "official" 10K run on Sunday. Coach Ash, Porny and I – and Ruby, at least up to the 5K turnaround – headed off at my slowpokey pace, and we finished at the back of the pack, as tends to happen when you go at a slowpokey pace.

BUT! I looked up my time for the 10K I did back in 2010, and I shaved five whole minutes off my time! That's pretty fucking cool, I think. We did 10 minutes of running with one minute of walking intervals, and that seemed to work pretty well for us.

We were dead last, and they gave away all the door prizes long before we finished, but it was a good way to spend a Sunday. And so was lunch at Mr. Mikes afterwards.

Now, I did eat a Mikeburger, but I worked out my daily calorie intake, minus the calories in the burger and fries, and added the calories burned during the run and figured that it was okay to have. Especially since it filled me up so much I didn't eat anything else – 'cept for a muffin I made – the rest of the day. I also didn't eat the majority of the bun it came on. So there you have it.

I'm really hoping it's just water weight and it'll even itself out over the course of the week. I'm gonna go back to watching True Blood and ogling Alexander Skarsgard.

Mmmmmm, sexy.

#WaitingSucks

Ginger.