Stir crazy

With the 18 hours of ice and sleet followed by 12 hours of snow, I'm officially stuck at home. I wasn't too sad at the possibility of spending the day in my pajamas watching television, but I only napped 15 minutes in between incessantly checking work e-mail and watching HGTV.

For the past three weeks I've been using my FitBook to log my nutrition, and I've tried to keep my calories under 1,500 a day. Today I stopped counting by mid-afternoon. My pal Krista gave me 72 Dove candy bars yesterday and I've managed to only eat two. But I've eaten half a bag of bagel chips in addition to three square meals. And since Friday is my exercise rest day, I haven't burned off any fat, unless you count walking to the pantry.

Watching home improvement shows has spurred me to start planning changes to my house. I think I'll start by rearranging my bedroom furniture tomorrow. I'd really like to paint an accent wall in here, but I don't know if I can make it to Lowe's in the snow and ice. That little project may have to wait 'til later.

I've also spent hours cyber bonding with my fellow tweeters in NWA. Those of you who don't have Twitter accounts should totally get one. Even if you don't update often, it's a great way to get instant news. They even created a special hashtag (a way of locating tweets about a specific subject) for this weather: #nwaicestorm10. Oh, the Arkansas (#arwx) folks tried to get us to join their group, but we NWA'ers prefer to think of ourselves as a separate entity, kind of like Texas is "like a whole other country."

If you're snowed in tomorrow night, check out Miss America on TLC at 7 p.m. CST. Sarah Slocum, Miss Arkansas, is as great of a human being as I've ever met and I'd love to see her do well.

Wishing you warmth, safety, and world peace.

Bore, boring, bored

After only leaving my house three or four times in the past eight days, I've officially succumbed to cabin fever. I know, I know... no one feels sorry for the gal who works in her pajamas, and I found it a fabulous life for most of the week, but today I find myself talking aloud to no one and wandering aimlessly through my house. Granted, I could clean or exercise or do some much-needed work, but none of those things have happened, and probably won't.

Instead, I find myself sitting in front of the television for hours, watching professional football games that are over by the end of the first quarter. Taking long naps. Hot baths. And eating everything in sight.

After weeks of denial, I finally stepped on the scale this morning. Granted, it wasn't as bad as I expected, but I have put on 14 pounds in the past two months, and all of my pants are too tight.

So today's the last day of sloth. Better eating starts tomorrow, as does exercise. I actually purchased "Dancing with the Stars" cardio workout DVD last week since I love to dance and hate to exercise, but I'm guessing I'll make it about five minutes before passing out from my paso doble.

I also ordered a cool little gadget called a FitBook, recommended by work Jennifer (AKA Pam).

This is the first weekend in three months I haven't had plans, and I don't like it. Must. Get. A. Life.

Going stir crazy.