Facebook who?

I’ve dropped that $hit like a bad habit.

My new on-line time waster = Pinterest.

My name is Emillye and I am a Pinterest addict.

“Hi, Emillye.”

I’m not afraid to admit, nor am I ashamed.  At approximately 9PM every night, after Will’s nightly routine has concluded and he’s drifted off to sleep, I run for my iPad and leap for the couch and a snuggly blanket.  I excitedly log onto my Pinterest account and I browse, and I pin, and I browse, and I pin.  It’s a vicious cycle.

When my eyes can’t take anymore staring at the screen, and I hear Chelsea Handler and Chuy finish up their show, I give in and retire to my bedroom where each night I dream of house re-models, DIY projects, new recipes, and out-of-this world parties I will  want to throw.

If you aren’t a member of Pinterest and you need to use your all of your “free-time” for being productive, then don’t ever become a member of the site.  It will take over your life.

I will say that Pinterest has been both good and bad for my ma-wige.   (Since I first saw the movie Princess Bride it is impossible for me to say the word marriage with a straight face or correct pronunciation.) 

The Good – From about 9PM until 10 or 10:30 my husband no longer has to hear my 2 cents on what we watch on television.  I could care less.  He can watch every Swamp Logger, Worlds Deadliest, Hunting, Pawn Star episode that comes on.  Pinterest has me occupied planning our hypothetical DIY project for the upcoming weekend.  When he dozes off on the couch and I hear the snoring set in, I just grab the remote and turn it to channel 114 (E! Network) and half listen to whatever is on that particular night.  It’s all about compromise.

I will note: If you know my hubby, then you know that he a pretty sleepy guy.  Which means, I can usually snatch the remote away by 9:30, if not sooner.  

The Bad – I guess the only ‘bad’ part of my pinning addiction is that we don’t spend our down time discussing deep thoughts, business decisions, or life plans.  We never really did that in our nightly downtime anyway.  What we did talk about was, “I’m not watching this, let’s find something else.”

I guess another “bad” thing is the expense of Pinterest.  The site may be free, but the end result is definitely not.

I am happy to report that my pinning may make me unproductive at times, but it does lead to bouts of productivity for me.

Luckily, I’m not one of those people who pins, pins, pins but doesn’t do, do, do.  I follow thru on completing some of the projects or ideas I’ve pinned.  Of course, I haven’t gotten to all of them….probably not even a FRACTION of them; there’s only so many hours in the day, and I have a limited budget to work with.

I will dream of the day that I don’t have to report to a day job AND I have unlimited funds flowing into my account, waiting to be spent on Pinterest projects, products, parties  or ingredients.

I won’t lie and say that I don’t have 10 unfinished projects currently lying around.  I also won’t lie and say that I don’t have bags of supplies needed to finish said projects, still sitting in the bags I brought them home in… untouched.

I will tell you the truth and say that out of my 4,976 pins, I can count my completed projects on just one hand.

But, shoot…that’s not TOO bad, right?

I’m a busy girl.  With a heavy ‘pin load’ and big time dreams.

Here’s to all of the big dreamers out there.  Pin away my friends, pin away.

If you’re an avid pinner like myself, what project do you have in the works?

If you’re not a pinner, or haven’t even heard of Pinterest, well then, what the heck is wrong with you?

Pinner for Life,



Operation Fat A$$

A  little over three years ago I had the most wonderful thing happen in my life.

I had a son.

A beautiful, intelligent, active, talkative bundle of joy; I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

While preggers I think I gained some 50+ pounds!

Clearly, I have chosen to block out the exact numbers.

When my munchkin was born he was 7 lbs 12 oz.  So immediately I had a deduction of almost 8 lbs.

I breastfed for 11 months, which helped another chunk fall off even though I still ate like a 19-year-old male.

The last 15 lbs to get back to my pre-pregnant weight still hung on strong.  When I stopped BF’ing, almost immediately 5-or-so pounds crept back on.

So, here I am three plus years post delivery, and I am still lugging around an additional 20 pounds.


Let me just say that I or lose weight.


Until now I NEVER had to think about what I consumed – it simply didn’t matter.  I could eat anything and stay lean and trim.  My thoughts about food consciously, or subconsciously were non-existent.

I thought, “I’m hungry.”

I ate.  Whatever the hell I could get my hands on, it didn’t really matter as long as it filled me up.

I want to punch my old self in the face right now.  I remember being self-conscious back in the day about certain things regarding my body.  If only I knew then, what I know now.  

I have always been a pretty healthy eater.  I like to think I know right from wrong, and I grew up learning wholesome, healthy choices from processed, not-good-for-you ones.

This doesn’t mean that I always make the right choice, but I do like to believe I understand right from wrong.

Clearly, knowing doesn’t help…it’s the DOING that counts here.

I also understand that the biggest difference  between now and then is my activity level.  In my ‘thin days’  I was a lot more active in my day-to-day routine.  I waited tables and bar-tended thru high-school and college, which means I was CONSTANTLY on the move. If I had ever conducted an experiment and worn a pedometer on any given day on the job, I bet I walked at least 5 miles a shift.  Probably, more.

In high-school I  played sports, mostly year round.  In college, I went to the gym routinely and I had a very active social life.  I can assure you that I went ‘out’ 2-3 times every week.  Going ‘out’ for me meant going to the bar, having cocktails while dancing until the lights came on and they kicked us out.  I LOVE dancing, and it must seriously burn some major calories.  In a given night, I probably danced for 3 straight hours.

Fast forward to today – I sit at a desk for at least 9 hours a day.  I’m actively moving for a total of 1.5 hours in the morning trying to get out the door, and 2-3 hours in the evening chasing the munchkin, cooking dinner, and getting him ready for bed.  After he’s in bed, I’m on my bo0-honkus because I’m mentally and physically drained.

I think it must take a lot more effort to carry around 20 extra pounds.  I don’t ever remember being THIS tired after a double bar shift on game day, followed by an after party and an 8AM class the next morning.

Anyway, I’m not looking for sympathy votes, or trying to justify the extra load I’m carrying around.

In fact, I wasn’t sure I’d actually be able to publish something that was about my weight and the addition to that number.  Weight is usually a subject off-limits.  There’s good reason for this; it’s nobody’s business but mine.

However, this being the third year in a row that my #1 New Years Resolution is “lose 20 lbs,” it was time to take drastic measures.

It was time to start what I like to call, Operation Fat A$$.

I’ve had lot’s of yummy, “last meals” the past week.  But today it is time to put my big girl panties on, put my goal out there for all to read and finally, do something about it.  For real this time.

I’m starting weight watchers.  Since my knowledge about loosing weight completely sucks, and because I’ve heard weight watchers is easy, accountable, and safe, I’m going to give it a try  DO IT.  Really do it!

Don’t get me wrong.  This isn’t the first time I’ve signed up for Weight Watchers.  As a matter of fact, it might be the 3rd or 4th time.

But, I can assure you that this is the first time I am going to actually last more than 2 weeks on the plan.

I’m also going to increase my excercise habit…ok, I’m going to create an excercise habit.  Cardio AND some light weights.

My plan is to share my results with you each week on my weigh in day.  You can cheer me on and keep me going, and I can know that if I slack, then I’ll have to tell you that I’ve actually gained instead of lost for the week.

It is time my friends.  For me to get ahold of this issue, and get back into the thousands of dollars of clothes I have packed away or hanging untouched in my closet.

Do you know that I have 17 pairs of jeans, most of which are designer ($200 a pair) hanging in my closet right now.  Did you know that I can only comfortably wear 3 pair of them.

I have countless tops that are in the same category.  And don’t even get me started on bras.

So, there you have it.  Operation Fat Ass is kicking off today.

I look forward to being lighter on my feet and healthier in my skin.

Wish me luck.

Glass of Red Wine = 4 points


Wowzers! It’s 2012!

So, I haven’t been by this ole blog in a while, but with a new year freshly rolled in what better time to drop by and say, “hi!”
Obviously, I took a brief sabbatical from posting; and boy do I have so much i’d like to say about my time away…
However, for sanity’s sake (yours and mine) I think I am just going to start fresh with the new year and not worry about trying to play catch up.
I will say this – 2011 had its ups and downs and I am happy to look forward to 2012. I have a feeling it will be a wonderfull, yet eventful year.
Cheers to that!