August 23rd (1st entry)

I’m in San Francisco with my best pal, Danielle….with a mask on my face…..

Danielle made me this “Aztec mud mask” because I’m in San Francisco and that’s what people do in these parts.

This post might be semi-annoying-emotional-downer-but-I-promise-you-it-will-bring you-back-up-again.

I am going to time travel 36 minutes ago when it was still August 22nd and tell you what I ate for the day.

Food News for August 22nd

  1. Eggs/Tortilla/Fruit/Toast/Coffee= 7 points 
  2. Chicken breast and pineapple chucks= 5 points 
  3. Pretzels = 3 points 
  4. Then I screwed up and ate a Happy Meal at Mcdonald’s. WHYYYYYYYYYYY. It’s NEVER HAPPY!!! = 10 points 
  5. Peanuts = 5 points 
  6. Banana= 0 points 


Here’s the part that you look away if you are one of those people who cannot tolerate when people complain. My feeling though is that if you are that type of person you will probably end up reading this just so you have an excuse to get annoyed. Stop doing that, will ya. It’s weird.

I really think I might have the worst luck when it comes to flights/traveling. The last time I was on an airplane was two weeks ago when I was visiting pals in Indiana & the flight was delayed by 5 hours. I will give you the cliff notes version of what occurred tonight on my flight to San Francisco from Los Angeles. Here it goes:

  1. I board the plane and immediately get hit by my body trying to pass out due to anxiety because the plane was so small. I realize that I am a semi-tall woman (almost 5’8) but I really don’t think my head should be 2 inches from hitting the top of the interior of the plane.
  2. The man in front of me was farting THE ENTIRE FLIGHT. I could seriously taste it. He almost got punched in the back of the skull for pulling that crap. He nearly avoided death. 
  3. The actual flight was 50 minutes. We land in SF and then sit on the runway for 35 minutes because the plane at our gate was blocking our entrance because they were “waiting for their paperwork”

    I feel you, Harry.

  4. I call Danielle who was picking me up and she tells me she is in the parking garage and to come and find her. THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN.
  5. We quickly find out that she is in the International parking structure but I am in the domestic area (naturally.)
  6. I walk around the airport looking for this mystery international parking structure and couldn’t find one person who was actually working at the airport. It was a ghost town. The nice man cleaning the floors who spoke broken English ended up helping me…..kinda….
  7. Danielle calls me and says “Ok, where are you? I’m leaving the parking structure to come find you…..” I tell her where I am and hang up……she calls me back and says “I can’t find my wallet and the parking guy won’t let me go without giving him the $4 fee. I need your credit card number.” WTF!!!!! REALLY, GUY?!?!?!!
  8. Danielle gets out of the structure and is circling around and calling me to tell me that she cannot see me anywhere. She ends up asking me a question that seemed stupid at the time but ended up being the missing puzzle piece. She asks “Are you at departures or arrivals?” My gut reaction was “arrivals, where else would I be?” ….oh that’s right…..this is MY LIFE we are talking about. I WAS AT THE DEPARTURES.

holy sh*t man.

9.)  Thankfully Danielle has a good sense of humor and made me laugh during a time of great frustration by asking me if I was actually in San Francisco. Good one, Danielle. HAHA

10.) She finally found me……an hour and 20 minutes after my plane had landed which is ridiculous considering I didn’t check in any bags.

But you know what……I am alive. I am healthy, I have the ability to travel, my life is wonderful, I am happy and I’m losing weight and feeling great. I just really had to tell that horrific tale of traveling because I am sure it made a few of you smile or laugh.

I am also going to leave you a few airplane related pictures that made me giggle. Hopefully it will have the same effect on you and I will be back in your good graces for turning that pity party into a satisfying house-warming party.

Alright so it’s 1:13am and I am not even tired. This is pretty typical for me when I go on vacation. I get too excited to sleep and then I get to excited to sleep in when I finally do knock out. I have a feeling my body is going to be furious with me come Monday.


This is the emotional part that I rarely talk about.

Today is my mom’s birthday. She would have been 56 years old. My mom died on November 18, 2009 from complications of advanced breast cancer. I miss her every single day. There isn’t one day that I don’t think about her. Literally. Not. One. Day. I visited her gravesite yesterday since I knew I was going to be in SF today and we had a good chat. I actually really enjoy sitting around talking to her out-loud even if it looks crazy and people wonder if I’m losing my mind out there. Here are some pictures of us together:

That big golden gentleman of a dog with my mom was our family dog, Rocky. I LOVED HIM SO MUCH. Rocky actually passed away in April 2009, a few months before my mom. My uncle also passed away in the summer of 2009. Needless to say 2009 was the absolute worst year my family has been through.

All I can say is this……..

I feel that going through that amount of pain and loss has truly made me the person I am today. I have a very deep appreciation of others and the connections I make in my life. My mother taught me this way before she got sick. She was the strongest, most vibrant, hilarious, warm, generous, selfless human being I have ever met. My mom was everyone’s “2nd mom”….the mom they would turn to for anything when they didn’t feel comfortable going to their own mom’s. I was really really lucky to have her in my life for the 26 years that I did. It was way too short but I am grateful that I got that much. Going through all of the things I have, has provided me with a profound amount of perspective that I am so grateful to have. Due to this I know when to let people go, to say goodbye to failed relationships, to hold on to what matters, to work at things when they become hard, to love deeply, to care passionately about people and things and to just enjoy being alive, happy and healthy.

I realize that this has nothing to do with weight loss but this has everything to do with my life and makes up 100% of who I am today.  I don’t want to get super corny or mushy but if I have any “send off” message for anyone listening it would be to tell the people you love that you love them every single time you talk to them. Be good to those that are good to you. In fact, just be good all around. Treat others the way you want to be treated and try your hardest to be honest, respectful and humble. You really can’t go wrong if you do those things. If you have any tips or words of wisdom feel free to share them with me 🙂 I would love that.

I will end with one of my favorite quotes that is dedicated to my mom:

“To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.”  – Maya Angelou

My beautiful mother on her wedding day

I love you all! Good night

Song I blogged to tonight “Wait” by M83

About FunnyGirlweightloss

Hey You! Welcome to my blog, I am happy you stopped by and I hope my struggles make you laugh a little bit....wait, what?....Anywho, this is my weight loss blog where I will be 100% honest and real about my struggles in losing some weight and more importantly, keeping it off. Most people that know me say I am funny (hence, the title of this blog) so I guess the twist is the fact that I am going to be completely candid about how much losing weight can be really tough/hard/awful/daunting/boring, yet eventually amazing and totally worthwhile. Hopefully through my vulnerability and candidness, I help inspire others to lose some weight and stay motivated.
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