Critical mass.

I've been so bummed about being crazy busy and crazy distracted by my frickin' allergies (which are in full swing, BTW -- it's the beginning of about a 3-month-long pollen season here in Phoenix), that I just have not felt like blogging.  For future reference, I have been working...let's see, and working.  Oh, and I went to Durango for a ski vacation, but wound up...working.  And working more and earning more is kind of pointless, because I just spend the extra cash on stuff I don't need, because I'm so unhappy because I can't do anything but work.  But hey, I've got a new jewelry cabinet, some leather chairs, and a couple of storage benches.  Not to mention a cool new ski jacket.  So it wan't a total loss.

 So, here goes -- I'ma weigh the post-holiday-I've-been-sick squidge.  110.6.  Hey!  That's actually good.  I guess the elimination diet and the forced consumption of fruits and veggies (I had broccoli and Brussels sprouts for dinner on Friday night.  Oh yum.) has kept my squidgie mass at a non-critical level.  If I keep it up, I may waste away to nothing.  I just FEEL fat, because I am covered in a pudgy layer of soft squidge and my joints are falling apart from lack of exercise.  Exercise?  I have a vague recollection of something resembling exercise from last November.  Or was it October?

Who knows.  Not-so-New Year's resolution:  Get back into habit of regular exercise.  I'll have to ease myself back in.  Like with arm lifts.  And BRING that champagne to the lips.  And down.  Breathe.  Good job.

It's the Oscars tonight.  Who will look crazy?  Who will act crazy?  Can't wait.

'monna get me some pajama jeans.

Is it wrong to want some Pajama Jeans when I hate the Snuggie so much?

They are, after all, very different viral As Seen on TV products.  One is a giant, ugly-ass blanket/monk robe freak-of-not-nature in offensive synthetic fleece animal patterns that has no business being alive.  The other is a pair of sweet stretchy comfort pants masquerading as....JEANS!  No one will ever know.  Unless you're in the same room.  I think I could totally walk the dogs in these things and wave and smile and the neighbors would not know that I'm wearing my dirty secret Pajama Jeans.

And I could wear my PJs while using my new eliptical trainer that I swore I would never get.  Yes, I got another in a long line of under-utilized pieces of exercise equipment.  How do I love to buy thee?  Let me count the ways.  1.  treadmill.  2.  Gazelle.  3.  bike.  4.  stepper.  5. rocker.  6.  old-school aerobic step with stacking pieces.  7.  The Firm butt lifter step.  8.  The Firm weight stick.  9.  Everlast twister.... And I'm sure that ain't the half of them.  So far I've used it twice.  And I started to throw a piece of clothing over the handles yesterday.  Oops. 

Still not weighing in.  Have been struggling with my atopic dermatitis and have been very busy with work, so haven't been working out.  And the holidays killed me with goodies (I may have mentioned.)  So now I'm fatigued all the time, cranky and pudgy.  Hence the absence of blog entries.  But things should get better.  I'm on an elimination diet (eliminates all foods to which I may be allergic, including wheat, dairy, eggs....yes, it's killing me) to figure out if there is a food component to my allergies.  I hope there is, because it's easier to avoid food than air.  Anyway, once I get better, I'll get back to getting back in shape.

Think about those Pajama Jeans.