I’m in Miami Trick (Bitch)

So… talk about a random series of events. Somehow, I went from not having been on a single trip in almost a year and a half….to having been in California about a month ago, leaving for California again in 2 weeks, and…get ready…..MIAMI the 17th! Only 3 weeks a freaking way! How AMAZING is that?! I’m dying. So is my checkbook. Here’s the facts- Gaby’s kinda-ex kinda-whatever goes to school here but shares his vacations between his mom’s house in Miami and his Dad’s down in Venezuela (I know, right?!) and apparently he’s leaving for his dad’s the last weekend in June, and would we like to visit before then? We’ve been hypothetically planning a trip to Miami since we were 18! After a ton of debates and negotiations with my employer, his families schedule, me not missing Father’s Day aka thesecondmostimportantdaynottomissafter his birthday, etc… we’ve come up with taking a red-eye that leaves at MIDNIGHT from here, and getting to Ft. Lauderdale at like…10am. And then coming BACK and arriving here at MIDNIGHT the Saturday before father’s day. Oh man. MIAMI. I’ve already begun to search for neon clothing, and I’m only half-kidding. Ha.

In other news. I have not worked out in exactly a week. I did however get my eating back under control and am now obsessed with making a kind of stir fry of my marinated veggies. I just used a bottle of nonfat italian dressing to soak a huge tupperware of zucchini, squash, bell peppers and onions, and then take out like 2 cups worth at a time and sear them in a skillet with a lil extra garlic and pepper and add random things like whole wheat pasta or a piece of chicken, what have you. It’s super yum.

The apparent reason behind my not being able to move last week? Apparently because I hadn’t had a period in almost 2 months, my body decided to just go ahead and double up! NO REALLY. I’m like….glued to my house at all times to avoid one of those like…gushers you only see in movies. It’s so bad. I’ve never had cramps in my life and I’m such a wimp, wtf is up with this, body?!?!?! It better figure itself out before freaking Miami is all I can say. I’ve got Latins to mingle with, and I’ll be DAMNED if I’m on a beach with a tampon in my bag! Blech.

In other, more secretive news. I’ve binged/purged the past week 3 or 4 times. I’m doing my best to make sure it doesnt become a habit. And for the record, I just call it puking, not those things, lol. It’s just what I do. It’s almost always triggered by totally craving carbs or sweets, and going from there. The latest was today here at work after eating a piece of lasagna for dinner with a slice of buttery garlic bread right before I left. I felt so much better after and instead ate a bowl of weight watcher’s soup. Now I’m full and done. In highschool I was worked to the point of every single meal I ate coming back up on it’s own almost immediately after the last bite. I couldn’t hold down much without conscious thought, and often passed out on the bathroom floor afterwards. Healthy…I’m aware. I got through it before, and I’ll get through it again. Every day, one step at a time.

Working out is infinitely a better feeling then having spicy or acidic foods burn your throat and sometimes nasal passages for hours after you purged them. I’m working out tomorrow at work and I’m going to feel better. No weight gained, and maintaining is a huge feat to begin with. As of last week, I was officially down 25 lbs from my highest ever weight. It’s a great thing, and it will always be that way and only get even better. These trips are going to be a big challenge…Cuban food AND In and Out double doubles?! It’s going to work out just fine, and I wouldn’t be surprised to be down another 7 lbs by the 1st of July (about half my normal, and still great).

Something completely not related to food/fat- my sister did graduate, I was there. I had to bring a baby from work with me, and while we were there he was stung near the eye by some manor of bug and his entire eye swelled shut and I was pretty sure I’d need to take him to the hospital…but I ended up not missing her stupid walk and not going to the hospital. I didnt’ go to her grad party as promised and I don’t regret it a stitch. She’s an assface. I’m watching the Nugs game…and the curly brown-haired white guy on the Lakers is a super hottiepants! And Anderson, number 11 for the Nugs, he’s a hottiepants too, minus that landing strip/small bush under his lip. Blech.