O M G !!!

I read this article today and I am COMPLETELY stunned! It is never, ever, EVER okay for a man to raise his hand to a woman yet 46% of 200 polled teenage girls seem to think that the fight was all Rihanna's fault! The only abuse I personally have ever had to endure was through a few nameless family members who have since been helped with their anger management issues. Although you can't dump your family you can sure as hell dump a man or a women.

Regardless of who hit who or how the fight got started the relationship is obviously toxic. If you feel like you could possibly hurt the one you love, you need to get out of that situation and fast. As Katie Couric said, "Love isn't supposed to hurt...unless someone breaks your heart"

Jennifer on Ice

I wasn't sure what to expect when my boyfriend told me he was taking me ice skating for the first time on Sunday. I daydreamed about my foot hitting the ice and automatically taking off gliding hand in hand with my sweetheart. Realistically, I envisioned is a lot of falling and a lot of pain. However, surprisingly, the outcome was completely opposite.

Rick and I got to Ice Station around 1pm, just in time for Public Skating. We paid for our admission and rental skates ($12 total) and found a seat to put them on. Being my first time I didn't know exactly how the skates should fit. I settled on a pair of skates that felt comfortable. I remembered how my old Rollerblades used to fit so I figured that the ones given were correct. I stood up expecting to lose my balance and I didn't. That was a good sign right there. We walked over to the ice, I took a deep breath and prepared myself for anything.

When I first stepped on the ice I almost lost my balance. Luckily, my boyfriend was holding my arm. I started off extremely slow. He offered to get me one of the metal walkers to use. I figured why not? That was until I was actually holding on to one. It's the size of a tiny child so my 5'8" frame was hunched over trying to hang on to this thing. I felt like an idiot. I decided that using the metal walker was too degrading and that I would just hold Rick's hand.

It wasn't long before I was getting the hang of it. Rick held my hand for the first few times around the rink. He let go of my hand and soon after that I came to the realization that was skating on my own. I would have to stop and sit every 10 minutes or so because my ankles would start to hurt. I told Rick to go out and impress while I sat out. He ran the rink a few times going both forward and backwards. I had a lot of fun people watching. There were a few couples and a lot of kids.

After a few hours I was skating at a faster speed. I still hadn't fallen. I was feeling really confident but I'd lose that confidence every time I would make a turn. I kept almost falling because when I would turn I'd step one foot in front of the other like I would if I were on Rollerblades. That's probably not the smartest thing to do when it's your first time on the ice. It would crack me up the sheer fear on peoples face when they think they're about to fall. A lot of people who fell just laughed it off, got back up and dusted themselves off. I know falling wouldn't hurt but I still didn't want to do it.

At 4pm we decided to call it a day. My ankles and feet were hurting. I knew I'd feel it the next day. It felt really weird putting my Chucks back on. I was half expecting my ankles to give way without support but they didn't. :) I had a wonderful time and thanked my honey over and over for showing me how to skate. We decided to go get something to eat. We ended up going to Islands, which is my favorite restaurant. I had my usual Toucan and he had the CA Flyer. It was all very good as usual.


After lunch/dinner we drove back to Rick's place. He had to feed the animals so we had to be there at 6. I got to get up close with Nacho and Sophie. Nacho (center) is the young one. Sophie (left) is the old lady. They were really sweet. I got to feed them carrots. I probably would have enjoyed the experience a lot more if that damn bitch goat would have left me alone. Her name is Sweetie and she is the devil. She spent most of her time with me attempting to buck me. At one point she cornered me and I had to ask Rick to get her away from me. Those horns of her are not exactly soft. I'm thinking maybe she's jealous that Rick is mine and not hers. I can see it. :P

After visiting with the animals Rick and I curled up on the couch and watched Scrubs on DVD. Eventually at 6 he went and fed the animals and we left a short time after. When we got back to my place and we instantly got into bed. We were both totally wiped out. He being the most awesome boyfriend that he is, rubbed my feet because they were hurting. He's the only boyfriend who has ever willingly rubbed my feet. Even my weird ex with a foot fetish didn't like feet to touch him. He just wanted to paint my toe nails crazy colors and wanted me to wear clear stripper heels in bed. He's obviously my ex for a reason.

All in all I had a wonderful day. I found out that ice skating for as long as I did got me 6 WW activity points. I told Coreen about my ice skating experience and she's decided that she wants to go so we're going to go again this weekend. Now I get to look forward to my hair appointment AND ice skating. I can't wait!

Oh happy day!!

Is anybody else finding dealing with this time change especially hard this year? I just can't seem to get it together in the morning. My alarm goes off at 5:30 but I end up snoozing until 6:30. That gives me a total of 20-30 minutes to get ready in the morning before I have to sit in that wonderful L.A. traffic for an hour. I actually got up at 5:25 this morning only to use the restroom, brush my teeth and then lay back down. My bf text me a little before 6:30 to attempt to get me up, bless his heart. I put some make up on and then just sat there. At 6:45 I finally said, "Girl, you have 15 minutes to get your ass out the door. Put some damn clothes on."

I went through my dresser drawers trying to figure out what pants to wear. Although sweatpants felt more appropriate for my mood, they wouldn't go over well with my work. I pulled out some slacks and stood there looking at them with a grimace on my face. These weren't going to work. I cocked my head to the side and looked at my closet. I have endless pairs of jeans hanging up in my closet, none which fit me. I decided, why not at least try to put them on? It couldn't hurt.

After flipping through a few I decided on a pair of Old Navy bootcut jeans. Everything is packed tightly in my closet (I'm a girl! I'm supposed to have a lot of clothes!) so I almost felt like I was on a mission. After tugging on the jeans I wanted, I finally ripped them out of the closet. I stood there for a moment feeling victorious. I won closet! Ha Ha! Then suddenly, I felt a sharp pain on my back. The closet door fell on me! My closet attacked me! What kind of crap is that???

After having a few choice words for the closet door, I propped it back up into place and tried on the jeans. Guess what? They fit!! Granted, they're a little snug but this is a wonderful sign! I couldn't be happier! I won the war and I have the battle scars ( a 5 inch scratch on my shoulder blade) to prove it. Now I just hope they still fit by the end of the day.

I'm going to a Cuban restaurant called La Rumba for dinner tonight. We're celebrating my dear friend Sue Ann's 26th birthday. I've already reviewed the menu and planned out what I'm going to eat. If all goes according to plan I should stay within my point range. Tonight I was supposed to go to my Jazzercise class but I feel that my friends birthday is more important. I'll make up for it later but dancing my ass off at home when no one is looking. ;)

That's it for now. Until tomorrow...

Introductions

This being my first post, I thought I'd take a minute to introduce myself. My name is Jennifer. I'm 26 years young living in Southern California. I've been a yo-yo dieter all my life but last fall I finally had enough. None of my clothes fit and I refused to go up to size 20 again. The threat of diabetes also terrified me. I finally took some action and rejoined Weight Watchers. In addition I started taking Jazzercise and weight lifting classes for all my exercise needs. So far I've lost 30lbs and I'm feeling good about myself. This blog will carry details about both my weight loss journey and my personal life.

To give you all a little more information about myself I composed a list of 25 random facts about me on Facebook. I thought I'd post it here as well. Here you go:

1. The odds of my mother and I surviving my birth was 1 in 6 million. Needless to say, I was a miracle.

2. I am a true Jason Mraz fanatic! I've been to 13 of his concerts since 2003.

3. When I get nervous I have a weird habit of yawning over and over again.

4. I take Jazzercise classes 3 days a week and I LOVE IT!

5. My guilty pleasure is The Bad Girls Club on Oxygen. It's such trash but I'm totally addicted.

6. As much as I loath Perez Hilton, I'm totally addicted to his website.

7. My life goal is to buy a home and become financially stable.

8. My favorite song of all time is "California" by Joni Mitchell.

9. I'm becoming my mother and I'm not even trying to fight it.

10. I never thought I wanted to have children until recently. I'm not in any rush but at least I know that it's something that I want in the future.

11. If I have a daughter I still plan on naming her Lilianna even though that's what I named my dog. I can always tell her I named her after a dog just like my mother told me my middle name came from a cat.

12. I do believe my aunt's death brought me closer to my family. I couldn't thank her enough for that.

13. I've been a fan of the paranormal ever since having my first experience several years ago.

14. My brother and I are so psychically connected that we can answer each others questions without even asking them.

15. I was raised a Christian Scientist. I left the church at age 12. I briefly returned after my aunt past away but quit again because I felt that I wasn't there for me, I was there for her.

16. I hope to one day move to San Diego.

17. I was in choir for 6 years. I quit at COC because I couldn't handle the teacher's personality.

18. I've been to over 15 Broadway shows.

19. I sing the same song ("Gravity" by Sara Bareilles) every day in the shower.

20. I love beer a little too much. Instead of consuming a ton of calories I tend to stick to light beers. My favorites are Corona Light or Heineken Light.

21. I'm 26 and still feel like a kid, just with a lot more responsibilities.

22. Clowns scare me more than anything.

23. I have an addiction to overusing emoticons.

24. I don't like talking on the phone unless it's with someone that I haven't talked to in a really long time.

25. I honestly feel that there is no room in my heart for hate and those who have hurt me in the past have been forgiven and forgotten.