Martha Madness

So the fall/winter time brings out this side in me... a cooking, baking, domestic side. I have this friend that I call "Martha" because she is always making things like Chicken Bruchetta and then says "it's easy"... you just... and then rambles off 19 ingredients I've never even heard of, let alone would I be able to find them in my local grocery store.

Well anyway, today I had a Martha moment. Some of you know that I have a fond taste for Indian food. Well, last week Melissa's nanny (who is Indian) made some Chicken Tikka Masala and I haven't been able to get it out of my head since. Indian food is usually really high in points and since I'm in a dedicated frame of mind (to WW) I wanted to see if I could find a lower point alternative. So I scoured the good ol' interweb for a recipe and found one here.. I made some adjustments to the recipe, eliminating the salt, replacing the heavy cream with light cream and using Promise Fat Free butter instead of real butter... I also replaced the yogurt with nonfat yogurt and voila.. you have a Chicken Tikka dish with a little bit of a kick but less points but great taste. Oh, I also used one less chicken boob and kept the serving size to 4.



This is 7 pts per serving and with a half cup of brown rice.. you have a 9 point indulgence.

Sweatin' to the oldies...

Editor's Note: The person in picture number two is a random lady in full makeup, hair and WHITE jeans. Oh, and she's either texting or playing a game on a cell phone.

So, with my boss out of the country this has been a h - e - double hockey sticks of a week with lots of stuff on my shoulders. Simply put, it means that I've been keeping an eye on every department. Lots of stress and I'm learning about me that when I'm stressed I eat. But even though it's been a crazy week and I have used some, ok most, of my flex points, I still have stayed on point.

Now, I've been weighing myself everyday, looking for even the slightest change in the scale and the damned scale hasn't budged even as much as a tenth of a pound. Not frustrated yet, as I just started doing this neurotic daily WI this week and my WI day is technically on Tuesday... I started doing this because I noticed that a bunch of other fellow bloggers do a daily weight tracking... Maybe I should make a pro/con list for this and see if it's worth it for me...

I know some of you THOUGHT I was working out on Thursday but craziness happened and we weren't able to make it.. so we went tonight. It was TOUGH and I swear I thought I was gonna die and at one point Melissa made me laugh so hard I really felt like I had swallowed my lungs... all of this while on the elliptical. I think I should share with you my joy...

While some are sweatin' to the oldies...


















Others arent...

If you're a boy, get out of the women's gym!!

Maybe because we were all wearing "workout" pants, he didn't notice that we were all girls but the subject above was my thought when there was a GUY in the WOMEN's gym last night. I kept singing in my head the "one of these things just doesn't belong.." song.

Oh yeah, NSV... made it to the gym AGAIN... 2x in one week AND did 10 minutes extra on the elliptical without having a heart attack. :) Yay. Me and Melissa are going tomorrow too.. I'd better watch out or this might turn into a habit or something.

Sorry for the late post.. cuckoo day at work and the boss is out of the country so I'm doing my best to do my best. I've been reading your posts. Hope mine are keeping you amused. :) Oh and TAKE MY POLL. :)

Doggy Treat Anyone?

So, I'm reporting my weigh in today as a starting point because when I started WW last week I refused to get on the scale. Like you haven't done this. :)
The scale said 182.8 lbs. I was a bit frustrated this morning because that's the highest that I think my weight has ever been that I've known about and wow, what a long road I have to get to my goal... one day at a time right?

I have two funnies today.. one is a joke I heard from a co-worker. The other is a true story that happened today.

First, the joke (hopefully no one gets offended)
Three reasons why I think Jesus was black: one, he called everyone "brother"; two, he lived at home until he was 30; three, he couldn't get a fair trial.

Now the story:
I brought my doggy to work today which she loves because she gets to hang out with mommy all day long. She is a bit apprehensive toward men but seems to relax around the guys that are in the office. Well there is this one particular man that she growls at and he just thinks he can get her to warm up to him. I am always telling him to give Polly space. He's one of those that is convinced that every dog loves him. Well, not Polly. So once again she was growling at him so I gave him two treats and said "maybe this will help"... Well after a few minutes he said "this is supposed to help her like me?" and that's when I noticed he was chewing on something. I said "are you EATING the dog treat?!?" He said, "yes, I thought that it was for the dog to like my breath"... He continued to chew on it for a few minutes and when he realized it was intended for him to FEED TO THE DOG he went outside to spit it out. When he came back inside I said "where's the other treat?" To which he replied, "I threw it out. You can't give a dog that. It tastes terrible". AS IF! That is some sheer brilliance.