word on the street

The word on the street is that the strike will be over smack in the middle of Feb. Just in time for the Oscars. Just in time to avert financial hardship and disaster. Yay. Of course everyone could be wrong. I don't even know who everyone is... but there does appear to be a consensus. I'll have to lose a lot of weight quickly and then immediately rename the diet again, because I'm not sure I can lose twenty in basically two and half weeks. Baby doesn't want me to blog. Must go. later.

home sick

Too sick to diet. Too sick to blog.

I am well
I am healthy
Thank you for being well and healthy soon.

RAINED OUT

I'm sure the more radical, healthy and prepared among us are picketing in the rain. They must own raincoats and boots. I don't. I did take a short walk and take my vitamins. My friend Deedie wrote me a note after yesterday's post. One word. Courage. Yes! Courage. Onward. I must persevere, despite the chocolate frosting that once again found it's way into my diet and subways sandwich and slice of cake... Courage.

Surely I have enough strength to drink a little water. I'll do it right after this post. Right after I express my gratitude for my diet and my weight loss and my pants fitting and the rain so I don't have to water -- or picket. Right after all this, I'll drink at least one glass of that pure healthy liquid gold. And not another diet coke. No matter how much I crave it. Maybe water and then hot chocolate.... like as a small reward for the water. Hmmm. Courage.

the bionic diet

Here's the thing: The last few days I haven't blogged or had much success dieting..... "How?" you ask, "How can you not drink water and take vitamins, if this was any easier it wouldn't be a diet?". The problem I've realized is life. It keeps getting in my way. It's also, why I've never been too vain. I simply don't have time. I admire women who look fabulous every day, always wear clothes that are put together. Have on make up and have brushed their hair. I admire them, but I can't even get the hair brushed. I'm way behind the eight ball on this whole thing.

This week several things stopped me in my tracks. First the death of Heath Ledger. A terrible shock and I felt compelled to spend at least a couple hours when I could have been walking and taking vitamins, pouring over the news coverage. Very sad. Then my nanny ( the woman who's down to helping me two hours a day when I'm simultaneously picking up three kids from three different schools announced she had a better, high paying job and was leaving me. I was comatose most of the rest of the day. In fact, I still haven't fully recovered. I'm prone to long periods of extended, inexplainable weeping since hearing this. There were also several marital and writers crisis. Despite the strike, there is still room for mis understanding and heartache, when you're a husband and wife team. We haven't struck each other yet.

I have the theory that the bionic woman will never be a really huge hit show, at least not with women like me, because I hear a woman is bionic and I shrug. Most of the women I know are bionic. I've already done more physically between the hours of 6:15am and 9:3oam, than my husband will do all week. I wake, dress, feed and load three children in a car and drive them to three different schools, with all their bags and shoes and back packs and crisis. I've yelled and run and begged and jumped up and down and pleaded and and raced through the city streets. And I'm not alone. I have friends who are at least, if not way more, bionic than myself. Then we work at jobs, (even if only picketing) then we try to exercise, shower, and do it all again all night.. for the big shift... From 3 to more or less ten at night, I'm back as sole caretaker of a hungry, needy brood. I change diapers with a hand tied behind my back while doing two other things at the same time.

Now if the industry sees fit to remake another bionic man show... that might be interesting... What would a man do with the strength to lift his own pants off the floor and into the laundry basket. How might the world turn if man could drive, feed and care for his own off spring. What wonders would be fall the earth if while doing all this, a man also had a job, paid the bills, maintained friendships and drove... I don't know... a carpool? I await that show I can tell you.

meanwhile I can at least get in a couple affirmations

I am thin
I am grateful
I am happy
I have enough help
A cleaning lady will fall in my lap
everything will be alright and I'll take my damn vitamins tomorrow and at least one freaking swig of water!

Nerves and the lottery

Okay, I have to admit I'm getting a tiny bit nervous. I'm actually purchasing tickets for this high school reunion and have not made a whole lot of progress... Surely, I'm healthier. Vitamins must do something, right? Surely I've enjoyed blogging... but take today for example. Completely forgot water and vitamins. Did manage a walk... I've got this new system of walking to the liquor store. It sounds a lot worse than it is. I go to purchase my diet coke for the day and a lottery ticket which is my sound, well thought out, strike plan.

I know I should walk for walkings sake, but I really do better with a destination. And there's nothing like a lottery ticket in your pocket to stimulate positive thinking and dream life. I can spend the whole way home thinking of all the good deeds I'll do for others -- naturally I have to take care of my family first.... Sure, there's the beach home and new kitchen and first class air fairs, but then I go right to good deeds for others.

So today after wrestling the weeping baby to pre-school, I ate the cereal, had some left over cake (the one with the frosting), then had a chicken shwarma pita thing, some chocolate, Chinese food dinner, wine and more chocolate. Probably over did a bit, but there were vegetables in the sandwich and the Chinese food, and of course banana in the cereal.

I also forgot the gratitude and positive thinking.. It should be so easy... thank you, thank you... An ALLIi commercial is playing right now... I could try ALLi but I've heard you have unpleasant accidents... And the whole "drugs" thing scare me thing.

Being positive is important... can't let the nerves get the best of me.

I will lose weight
I am losing weight
this is a great diet
I am getting thinner
I am grateful for my thinness
I am grateful for my diet
I am also grateful for the lottery
and thanks in advance for me winning the lottery and spreading my good will towards all.

Food log

Time to update my food intake. I'm doing this directly after eating a quarter can of chocolate frosting. With a spoon. My eldest had to bake a cake. I had to eat the frosting. Tragic. Breakfast was good cereal and even got in the half of grapefruit. Lunch was pathetic -- more or less the frosting. No walking... although I'm tired and sore, as if I walked. Maybe if I tell my body I walked, it will believe me. Hmmm

Writer's Strike... Good News/ Bad News?

Like most people in this world, I'm confused. I'm confused about many things, but for the moment let's stick with the strike. I have no idea if the DGA sold us out or did us a huge favor. My agent and others seem optimistic. I'd like to trust that optimism.... and raise it by losing another pound. Haven't yet.

Easiest diet in the world and I've fallen off the wagon. Very little water... missed vitamins... no walks... I had an insane week involving a photo shoot that I had to put together and orchestrate. It was for an article I wrote about making movies with kids and involved five children, (three mine)... It was cold and windy and we were in Balboa park freezing and hungry... and suddenly I realized, models earn their money. The kicker however, was that at the end of the shoot, they wanted a bio shot of me. I had on no make-up... (I don't mean, just a little morning base or only mascara and lip gloss) I mean ZERO MAKE-UP had touched my skin. My thin hair looked fairly blown off my head and all I could do was smile. I was reminded of that moment of my diet and why I'm on it. Images of my chubby cheeks flashed before my eyes and then and there I remembered why I've got to stay on track.

Still that was three days ago and still haven't had a walk or drunk enough water. I'm two days recovering. Plus have sick baby home all week. It was also while I was on the photo shoot on Thurs. that my agent called with the big news about the DGA and their deal. He was brimming with excitement. I do hope he's right. Friday I collapsed. Sat. recovered from collapsing and tomorrow is a new beginning. I really have to concentrate because I want to lose that next two pounds.

I will lose two more pounds by Monday
Thank you for me losing two more pounds
I am grateful for my continuing weight loss
My how ever much more thinner I am
Monday is going to be a great day
Writers are going back to the table
We will make a great deal
Thanks for that great deal
Both the deal and weight loss really suit me!
amen.