So about 3 weeks ago me and Mr. Steve decided both our waistlines are a little out of control and in need of some fixin’. That’s a lie actually, I decided last year in November to do something about it, but this time as I geared up to get back on the diet wagon Steve joined me. Steve joining me is thrilling, I’m so exstatic about it that its crazy.

So first things first, after 3 weeks of not-so dedicated dieting, we’re really buckeling down (har-har) and getting down to business about it. I think one of the main things I always think when I’m dieting is I can’t wait until its over because lord help me I’m only 3 weeks in and already the idea of eatting another salad makes bile come up my throat, and that’s not a strategy I’m planning on using.

Anywho, I decided to go on the Dr. Bernstien diet back in November of last year, and I did well. I had some major issues with their clinic, the price, and the way that the doctor treated me.  I came off of the diet in late january and after 4 months I had lost approximately 50lbs, which is great and I was happy about it, now looking back it cost me roughly $200 a pound going through them. That’s absoluetly stupid money. Not only that but I was feeling ill by the end of it, and the doctor was talking about taking all the carbs and sugar out of my diet because I was only loosing around 2 lbs a week which is GOOD weight loss in my opinion, but was lower than their adverage. Now I cheated twice while attending the clinic, both during the week of christmas, I had a taco salad with *gasp* beef instead of chicken and an incredibly small scoop of stuffing and cranberry sauce at christmas, which I counted as a bread and fruit portion as it seemed reasonable. The doctor asked me at my next check up if I had had a “Party week” Serious? If I were going to have a party week it would have involved me, my oven and about 300 batches of cookies and at least 3 cakes because man, was I craving some sugary cookies and cake around month 2.

Anyways, I came off the diet in January and managed to lose 30 more pounds by myself by March 1st, which was my birthday, and I decided to treat myself for 3 days for having been so good. 3 days eventually turned into 5 months, and here I was 20lbs up again and sad for not having more freakin self control. If you put me against cookie monster in a cookie eatting contest I’d blow that blue little monster out of the water. Not.Joking.

So let’s put that all behind use, lets put the fact that Steve hit up Mcdonalds in his first week on the diet behind us; also the burgers and hotdogs we ate last week due to our excitment over a new bbq. I make us sound shameful but really Steve’s lost an adverage of a pound a day and i’ve lost about .75, for free, on my own time, without silly pressures from some doctor whos worried about his bonus being dinged while lining his pockets with my lost fat.

Ranting aside, I’ve lost 16 pounds so far, Steve’s lost 20 (which is 20% of his goal!) and we’re both feeling chipper and looking forward to some smaller pant sizes.

After this I don’t think I’ll ever be excited to eat salad again.

Ah well,

Chelly

At the same time though I want to keep up the mundane life posts, about trips and things I love etc because it is a personal blog.

I think I confused me, ah well. More to come this week!

<3 Chelly

Ahem.

Right, as previously stated in the post about Vulcan, me and Steve went for a drive with the 100% full intention of finding some sticks or other acceptable material for me to create a lattice of some sort for my little pea friends to climb.  My green babies are growing up before my eyes *sniff*. They were starting to lean all over the place with their nifty little green tendrils reaching out towards random objects, or each other, or the other flowers and just generally creating some weird pea plant knot in places. So instead of finding my own twigs or sticks or buying them I went to my Dad’s house and said “Dad, do you have any sticks?,” and because he’s wonderful he provided me with 4 sturdy perfect sticks to use.  So now they have a little house where they can grow big and strong, and then provide me with things to help me grow big and strong, it’s a lovely relationship.

Look at the little tendrils! Squee!

My tomato plants are of course doing wonderful. The big beast has 2 itty bitty little tomato’s, yay! And my miniature tomato plant is still acting like it has something to prove; I shit you not I counted 30+ tomato’s on it the other night. Until this morning when I went on my deck, and because shes top heavy, had tipped over losing a couple of her fruit. I’m connected to this plant, I feel for her, I was like a mother running to her fallen child when I saw her tragic situation, laying there helpless on her side, tomato’s rolling around on the deck. Poor thing.

Look at all those freaking tomato’s! Good lord.

And here’s a size comparision when I say my wonder-tomato-plant is little :

That’s big Bertha to the left – I was in the rocket club in elementry school and built a toy rocket called big bertha, true story – that’s wonder-plant in the middle, and to the right is my strawberry plant and some sort of roses.

Speaking of my strawberry plant…. Look!

And lastly, Steve’s flowers continue to kick my flowers ass’. So I cheated and took the putunia’s out of the planter with the strawberries and put them in my planter. Shhh, don’t tell anyone.

The above one is my planter, which is apparently taking an extended vacation on the fail boat.

And this is Steves. Jerk-face. His daisies have about 20 buds on them, mine? Not so much.

Later!

Chels

I mean, they have elephants, and mushrooms, and penguins, and flowers, and bugs, and are just all around awesome. Oh and they only cost me $6/6, but they were on sale then and they’re still only $9.00 at regular prices.

They can be found on the Ikea site here :

Orange

Blue

Why am I writing about my water glasses you ask? Because I like them that much.

Peace Homeskillets,

Chelsea

Anyways, on with the good stuff.

A few weekends ago I wasn’t feeling so great and was in a BLAH mood. So me and Mr. Stebe hopped into the car with the intention of going out to find sticks so I could build a lattice for my pea’s to grow (more on this later ) Needless to say, we never found any sticks because we magically found outselves driving out across the prairie towards the little town of Vulcan.

Now Vulcan is a little town situated exactly in  Middle of Nowhere, Alberta, and as you can tell it has a somewhat famous name. Vulcan is the center stage for a yearly Trekkie event called Spock Days, and we just so happened to decide to take our drive on the weekend that it was occuring. Sadly by the time we arrived in the late afternoon on Sunday most of the hardcore fan’s had left. Highly disappointing, I know.  We did some quick running around and took some photo’s of the landmarks, sadly no one dressed in full on costume was around so it’s just us and our geeky mugs.  In fairness though there was some guy in the tourist information center – which is really neat by the way – with a lizard sitting on his shoulder like it was perfectly normal to bring your lizard to the trekkie convention and walk around with it. That’s cool though, whatever floats his boat. I wonder if he thought it was like his little alien or something though? Lord only knows.

On with the geekiry

Captain Jean Luc-Picard of the USS Enterprise is all I can hear in my head, ala : http://picard.ytmnd.com/

There were plaques in each language underneath the Ship, Vulcan looks pretty but I bet you’d get one bitch of a hand cramp writing it.

Vrrrrooooooooom.

I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of how awesome I am. And yes, that is the ever so charming Brit that lives in my house, aka Stebe.

I only know who one of these people are, I fail at Trekkie.

On a side note, this year the little itty bitty town of Vulcan petitioned to have the priemier of the new Star Trek in their town, and they almost got it with the help of some very important people.  More info here :

Vulcan hopes to beam in premiere of Star Trek movie

Th-th-th-that’s all folks

<3 Chelly

I really love the simplistic beauty of them just floating around up there above us. They come in so many different shapes and forms and sizes. Different colours, textures, short ones, fat ones, ones that go on forever, ones that arch and signal the coming of warmer air, I could go on and on and on and on like the freaking Bubba of clouds. And as much as they’re pretty to look at I love that they bring rain and snow; maybe not so much the snow, but I LOVE the rain. The beautiful smell of a fresh clean earth combined with how the rain just seems to make everything look a little more beautiful.

<3 Clouds.

Soooo stunning, and I hate pink.

Light beam’s. So pretty.

I love this one, it’s like the little rogue cloud. NON-CONFORMIST CLOUD. He refuses to go with the flow and partake in the larger bully clouds storminess.

I love how they frame the mountains too.

Why hello there big pretty fellow! He just passed through, didn’t so much as drop a splatter of rain.

Seriously though, stop, look up every now and then, and appreciate some of the beauty thats around us every day.  And think of me while you do it <3 .

Chelsea

My tomato plant is working hard to be the best tomato plant ever. Look at them all! Help me Rhonda, I’m going to have to give some away.

And those itty bitty, sad, pathetic excuses for pea plants?

Look at the little viney feeler things! All wound up into a spiral. SO NEAT.

My Momma also bought me a huge tomato plant, and I did plan to introduce him to the world but the picture came out blurry, I dont know how I manage to blur a picture of a plant, but I did. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.

Peace <3

Chelsea

Coldplay, I love thee so.

Anyways, hi! This is an overdue blog post by about a week. Oops.

One night Steve just looked at me and said “Let’s make a cake.” To which I replied “A glorious cake of rainbow death?”

So off to the store we ran to pick up the needed supplies and came back with this :

Omnomnomnom, look at all that sugar! My poor diet, I’m sorry I abandoned you.

Anyways, Steve loves fondant with a burning passion. He wanted to make it from scratch, and after some research I concluded no freaking way am I making this stuff from scratch. So we found this http://whatscookingamerica.net/PegW/Fondant.html

It seemed reasonably easy so that’s what we settled on. I can’t remember where I found the cake recipe I used but it was just a basic white sponge cake with vanilla.

Anywho so the story goes.

Seriously, two pounds of icing sugar and a whole bag of mini marshmallows. Lord help me I’m going to get diabetes just looking at it. For the record I didn’t eat this stuff it was faaaar too sweet.

Sadly this is about where the sun set and all of my pictures look blaah from here on out. But the fondant recipe was super easy, and I guess if its your type of thing it didn’t taste too bad.

Anyways see you all tomorrow!

<3 Chelsea