Today was the first day of my new plan to start doing cardio 6 times a week. It was so beautifully sunny and warm today that I decided to walk to a construction site that I needed to look at, rather than drive. I figured it would take me about 45 minutes to get there and back.
It took me an hour and 15 minutes. I didn’t have my watch on, so I was still estimating I’d walked 45 minutes until I got back to the office and saw what time it was.
I was walking really fast the whole time, and there were some killer hills, so no wonder I worked up such a sweat! But it felt really good, not only did I get in my cardio, it was more than I had planned on, and I got some business done too!
My food has been very good today and I’m right on track calorie wise. I’m figuring I should eat 1,400-1,500 calories a day, and I’ve eaten about 850 so far today. Hub and I will probably have a salad with some protein for dinner, and some fruit for dessert with a little sugar free ice cream for dessert.
And I’ve drunk more water today than I have in months.
So, I’m feeling good right now, and quite positive too. I can feel that old PMT shrinking as I write this!
Monday, August 31, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
PMT
I’ve been quite lazy lately and eating too much. Too much partying. Add in my over-50 metabolism (thank you, menopause), and I’ve recently noticed an increase in my love handles and especially my PMT (Personal Muffin Top).
I was doing a bit of research on this particular problem. There are a lot of websites that have a special diet or describe specific exercises for reducing muffin top, but an overall theme seems to be emerging:
Cardiovascular exercises burn the body fat, especially the abdomen fat. This is because the abdomen has more fat-burning enzymes. Cardiovascular exercise...can effectively burn the fat and take away your muffin top.
So, this seems to be the plan of action…more cardio and fewer calories. Whoa! Is it really that simple??? (ha ha) Well, the calorie thing is obvious, but the exercise...that's where I've had trouble lately, not just with all the company we've had recently, but truthfully, I haven't worked out as much as I should for the past 2 years.
A few years ago, when I can honestly say my PMT was under control, I was doing cardio at least 5 days a week. So I think the easiest thing for me will be to go back to that. Nothing complicated…I’ll either go to Curves or walk 30-45 minutes Monday-Thursday; and then B & I will do an hour on Fridays and Saturdays. Who knows, maybe I’ll even do a short workout on Sunday morning.
So that’s the plan…I think I can do that.
I was doing a bit of research on this particular problem. There are a lot of websites that have a special diet or describe specific exercises for reducing muffin top, but an overall theme seems to be emerging:
Cardiovascular exercises burn the body fat, especially the abdomen fat. This is because the abdomen has more fat-burning enzymes. Cardiovascular exercise...can effectively burn the fat and take away your muffin top.
So, this seems to be the plan of action…more cardio and fewer calories. Whoa! Is it really that simple??? (ha ha) Well, the calorie thing is obvious, but the exercise...that's where I've had trouble lately, not just with all the company we've had recently, but truthfully, I haven't worked out as much as I should for the past 2 years.
A few years ago, when I can honestly say my PMT was under control, I was doing cardio at least 5 days a week. So I think the easiest thing for me will be to go back to that. Nothing complicated…I’ll either go to Curves or walk 30-45 minutes Monday-Thursday; and then B & I will do an hour on Fridays and Saturdays. Who knows, maybe I’ll even do a short workout on Sunday morning.
So that’s the plan…I think I can do that.
Monday, August 24, 2009
The Wild Blue Yonder
Hello everyone, sorry I’ve not been posting much lately.
First our instructors explained that the objective was to "shoot down your opponent" (all done with lasers and fake smoke). So far so good. Then it got scary. They actually talked to us about how to use our parachutes, and how to escape the aircraft in case something went wrong. Yes, they actually told us "pilots" how to open the hatch and crawl out on the wing…at which point you are supposed to leap clear of the plane. Yeah, right. Before that I had been fine, at this point my brain went into overdrive. Holy crap! I think I started hyperventilating a bit. Then they also covered the mundane…like…if you think you are going to throw up in flight, PLEASE be sure to use your barf bag. Ha Ha…
Then we went out to our planes and they explained some of the equipment in the planes. Uh oh, that plane is really small and so are the seats. It looks just a little bit rickety, too. And then Bluto helped me put on my parachute. After that I climbed into the plane at which point there were a few moments for photo ops…of course hub and his friend each took a ton of pictures.
So, it was an awesome experience, and I’m glad I did it…and I did it on my dad's birthday! I hadn't thought of the specific date when I scheduled it, but during the flight it occurred to me that I was up there in heaven with him. Hi Dad! He always loved the fact that I was a tomboy, so he probably got a kick out of my doing this "macho" thing.
A few people have asked me if I now have aspirations to become a pilot. HELL NO! I did it once and that was enough. It’s now crossed off my bucket list. Every muscle in my body hurt afterwards, because I must have been so tensed up the whole time. And my neck…well, let’s just say I’ll be visiting my chiropractor a few times in the next week.
My trusty plane... Old Number 205
My opponent M & I making nice before we do battle...Grrrr
But before we go, Bluto helps me put on my parachute
Ready to go...Thumbs up!
We had company since last Tuesday night so I took off work from Wednesday afternoon until this morning. The weather was nice the whole time they were here. A couple of days were really warm and sunny and the rest still nice, just not quite so hot. We ate like kings the whole 5 days…Dungeness crab, salmon ravioli, pasta salad (made with lots of my cherry tomatoes), home baked bread, antipasto, corn on the cob, berry crisp with ice cream…not all at once of course (lol). All made by hub, cleanup by yours truly. Oh, and lots of beer, wine and cocktails. And there wasn’t much working out either.
I did go on my Fighter Pilot gig last Thursday. When hub and I and our friend arrived at the airfield office, the first thing they did was introduce me to my “co-pilot” (I loved my CP "Bluto"...he was a real gentleman) and my "opponent" (I’ll call him M) who was just someone like me and would be the "pilot" in another plane. After M and I signed waivers and got fitted with flight suits, they put us through “flight school.”
First our instructors explained that the objective was to "shoot down your opponent" (all done with lasers and fake smoke). So far so good. Then it got scary. They actually talked to us about how to use our parachutes, and how to escape the aircraft in case something went wrong. Yes, they actually told us "pilots" how to open the hatch and crawl out on the wing…at which point you are supposed to leap clear of the plane. Yeah, right. Before that I had been fine, at this point my brain went into overdrive. Holy crap! I think I started hyperventilating a bit. Then they also covered the mundane…like…if you think you are going to throw up in flight, PLEASE be sure to use your barf bag. Ha Ha…
Then we went out to our planes and they explained some of the equipment in the planes. Uh oh, that plane is really small and so are the seats. It looks just a little bit rickety, too. And then Bluto helped me put on my parachute. After that I climbed into the plane at which point there were a few moments for photo ops…of course hub and his friend each took a ton of pictures.
My biggest fear, I think, was that I would throw up. Well, once the flight began, I didn’t throw up, didn’t even come close, of which I am quite proud! After we were in the air for a little while, Bluto had me take the stick and let me get used to keeping the plane level and making a few easy right and left turns. My hand was shaking the whole time. Then he told me to pull hard on the stick…at which point…we started to climb. And then...to push hard...and we went into a dive! And then a roll! OMG...I...am...flying a plane...UPSIDE DOWN!!!
The whole thing was very cool, except I was wearing a heavy helmet. So when we did some of the acrobatic stuff, including pulling the negative g’s as described on the website:
The Marchetti SF260 is a combat ready fighter/trainer. This amazing, fully aerobatic, high-performance aircraft is capable of withstanding the high G, three dimensional, aerobatic environment of the aerial combat arena…It boasts an extremely high roll-rate and exhibits cockpit characteristics similar to the F-16.
Well…the helmet increased in weight until I felt as if I had a hundred pounds pushing down on my head. Meanwhile, Bluto kept telling me to look around for M, my opponent, and try to shoot him before he shot me. Hell, I couldn’t even ever figure out where he was most of the time. I supposedly shot him once, but to be truthful, I think Bluto shot him for me. So after about 30 minutes in the air, I was ready to give the damn stick back to Bluto…Take me home, Bluto!
And after we landed...Let me tell you...Terra Firma never felt so good!
Afterwards, we were given a “de-briefing” and we got to watch our flights on tape (there is a camera in each cockpit that records your experience). Bluto kept telling me (and hub) what a great pilot I had been, what a natural I was, and how brave I was. None of it was true (after all, they want you to have a good experience so you'll tell others who will also want to do it), but it sure made hub proud…I thought he was going to pop the buttons off his shirt.
So, it was an awesome experience, and I’m glad I did it…and I did it on my dad's birthday! I hadn't thought of the specific date when I scheduled it, but during the flight it occurred to me that I was up there in heaven with him. Hi Dad! He always loved the fact that I was a tomboy, so he probably got a kick out of my doing this "macho" thing.
A few people have asked me if I now have aspirations to become a pilot. HELL NO! I did it once and that was enough. It’s now crossed off my bucket list. Every muscle in my body hurt afterwards, because I must have been so tensed up the whole time. And my neck…well, let’s just say I’ll be visiting my chiropractor a few times in the next week.
I hope everyone is enjoying what’s left of the summer. I’m looking forward to getting back to normal…catching up with my blogging friends…and I’m off to work out right now!
My trusty plane... Old Number 205
My opponent M & I making nice before we do battle...Grrrr
Just me & my bird
Yep, I'll be in the driver's seat...
complete with air sick bags in the pocket on the left
complete with air sick bags in the pocket on the left
But before we go, Bluto helps me put on my parachute
Ready to go...Thumbs up!
Off we go into the wild blue yonder...
A Great Experience!
A Great Experience!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
I Miss You, Dad
Tomorrow is the 3rd anniversary of the death of my dad. August is always a hard month for me…my Dad’s birthday was August 10; he had a heart attack a few days after his birthday in 2006; he had heart surgery on August 17; he passed away on August 20, 2006.
I had a difficult relationship with my mom, but the opposite was true of Dad...I was a real Daddy’s girl. I was a tomboy & loved to help him work on cars. We would dig around in the garden for hours & we built kites together. My brother wasn’t interested in those things, so I think I was the “son” that Dad never had. I'd even go to the grocery store that he managed to help him close up at night. We could hang out together for hours & never say a word to each other, but the silence was that comfortable feeling you have when you are with your soul mate.Dad & his baby brother James
around 1936
My dad was the most handsome, nicest man I've ever known. In my whole life, he never said a cross word to me and never raised his voice. He always told me I was his girl. When I became an adult, every year we had a casual competition to see who could grow the best tomatoes. I still laugh when I think about my dad, around 2004, sheepishly admitting… well... Yes…I had finally beaten him in the tomato contest! Dad in the Coast Guard
around 1948
Dad & I were very close, and when he died unexpectedly after heart bypass surgery, I was devastated. I had been with him the day before at the hospital and the doctors
told me he was doing really well. I remember as if it was yesterday…my mom calling me on my cell phone at 6 a.m…she was literally screaming at me to hurry to the hospital, that my dad was dying. Hub and I rushed to the hospital, which was about 45 minutes away. When I got there, he was already gone and I literally fell on the floor of his hospital room with grief. A True Scotsman...
Just look at those legs!
Life goes on, but after 3 years, I still catch myself..."I should ask Dad what he thinks" about this or that. And then I remember that I can't do that anymore.
So now that August is here, I wanted to tell you all about my Dad.
So now that August is here, I wanted to tell you all about my Dad.
Dad and I with one of our dogs
around 1982
Dad, I miss you so much. I feel so lucky that you were my Dad, and I still think about you every day.
And I’d just love to know how your tomatoes are doing in heaven!
around 1982
Dad, I miss you so much. I feel so lucky that you were my Dad, and I still think about you every day.
And I’d just love to know how your tomatoes are doing in heaven!
Dad and I in 2000At Mom & Dad's 50th Anniversary Party
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Well, that was strange...
My last post didn’t show up on Blogger until this morning, even though I posted it Friday night. Wonder why it does that sometimes?
B and I went walking with our friends yesterday, and he did beautifully with the anti-inflammatory. He was so much perkier and kept up great…he was even in the lead for much of the walk (although I did notice he started limping very slightly toward the end after about an hour). Even my friend Pam noticed how much better he was doing. I’m very relieved…our long walks have always been one of our favorite things to do, and it helps keep both of us in shape. I forgot to mention in my last post that on the vet’s scale, he had gained a pound since I had taken him about 5 months ago for his regular check up. That’s a lot of weight on a small dog, and I know it’s because I’d been afraid to walk him.
The weather has been steadily improving since mid-week when it was very rainy, and it's supposed to be nice through next weekend. Not that I’m complaining about the rain...it had been so dry with all the heat and lack of moisture over the last few months and we in the PNW really miss our rain when we go too long without it (at least I do). The reason I’d like it to be nice is we’ll have visitors from California Tuesday night through next Sunday, and it’s always more fun if the weather cooperates.
The friends who will be visiting are from San Francisco…hub’s old friend and his daughter L…I wrote about them when we were on our car trip in May. Hub’s friend comes in late Tuesday and L comes in Friday afternoon (she arrives soon after I take my airplane ride). I always eat and drink way too much whenever we’re together, but I’m not going to worry about it too much. If I gain a few pounds, I always seem to go back down within a few weeks. And I know L likes to exercise, so maybe I’ll take her with us when B and I go for our walk on Saturday.
Well, I have a few chores to take care of to get ready for company so I better get busy.
I hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend!
B and I went walking with our friends yesterday, and he did beautifully with the anti-inflammatory. He was so much perkier and kept up great…he was even in the lead for much of the walk (although I did notice he started limping very slightly toward the end after about an hour). Even my friend Pam noticed how much better he was doing. I’m very relieved…our long walks have always been one of our favorite things to do, and it helps keep both of us in shape. I forgot to mention in my last post that on the vet’s scale, he had gained a pound since I had taken him about 5 months ago for his regular check up. That’s a lot of weight on a small dog, and I know it’s because I’d been afraid to walk him.
The weather has been steadily improving since mid-week when it was very rainy, and it's supposed to be nice through next weekend. Not that I’m complaining about the rain...it had been so dry with all the heat and lack of moisture over the last few months and we in the PNW really miss our rain when we go too long without it (at least I do). The reason I’d like it to be nice is we’ll have visitors from California Tuesday night through next Sunday, and it’s always more fun if the weather cooperates.
The friends who will be visiting are from San Francisco…hub’s old friend and his daughter L…I wrote about them when we were on our car trip in May. Hub’s friend comes in late Tuesday and L comes in Friday afternoon (she arrives soon after I take my airplane ride). I always eat and drink way too much whenever we’re together, but I’m not going to worry about it too much. If I gain a few pounds, I always seem to go back down within a few weeks. And I know L likes to exercise, so maybe I’ll take her with us when B and I go for our walk on Saturday.
Well, I have a few chores to take care of to get ready for company so I better get busy.
I hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend!
Friday, August 14, 2009
A Bit of This and That...
Sorry I’ve been incommunicado for the past few days. I had some sort of stomach bug that woke me up about 3 a.m. on Monday night. Hub was still reading in bed when I woke up. I told him “I think I’m gonna puke!”…and I did. I just barely made it into the bathroom. I stayed home Tuesday and Wednesday…and though I did go to work on Thursday, I still felt a bit under the under the weather. But I'm feeling much better today.
Did you hear about the malfunction at the Great America Theme Park in Santa Clara a few days ago? The Invertigo was one of the rides I went on when we were in California in May.
Me on the Invertigo
F.D rescuing the people off the Invertigo
Dang…I always miss the real fun! That could have been me waiting for rescue by a cute firefighter! *lol*
So, here I am, Ms Adrenaline Junkie...last year at a charity auction hub bought me a flight on Air Combat USA. I’m going to be a Fighter Pilot for a Day! I take my flight next Thursday and I’m really excited but nervous too.
I took B to the vet today because I’ve noticed he seems to be not quite as perky lately when we take the Big Walk...and he's been limping slightly. The vet thinks he has the beginnings of arthritis in his front right elbow (how funny...dogs have elbows too!). So she gave him some glucosamine supplements and an anti-inflammatory. I was worried about hurting him on our walk, but she reassured me that he needs to walk. Just like people…you don’t stop working out just because you’ve got a minor ache or pain. You might just take an aspirin or ibuprofen, but you still work out because in the long run it’s good for you. I was pretty relieved that it’s not going to stop us from walking, as he literally lives for our walks. Although it’s been rainy for the last few days, it’s supposed to be nice for the next few days, So, tomorrow we’re going for the Big Walk with Pam, Olive and Kermit.
On another subject…I’ve literally been picking pounds of tomatoes. Every day is another bumper crop. Tonight hub made a beautiful tomato salad with balsamic vinegar and basil and pearl mozzarella balls (bocconcini). He served it with a small steak cooked on the barbeque… delicious dinner! These were the tomatoes that were still left after he made the tomato salad, and there are more ready to be picked tomorrow.
I hope everyone has a great weekend!
Did you hear about the malfunction at the Great America Theme Park in Santa Clara a few days ago? The Invertigo was one of the rides I went on when we were in California in May.
Me on the Invertigo
F.D rescuing the people off the InvertigoSo, here I am, Ms Adrenaline Junkie...last year at a charity auction hub bought me a flight on Air Combat USA. I’m going to be a Fighter Pilot for a Day! I take my flight next Thursday and I’m really excited but nervous too.
I took B to the vet today because I’ve noticed he seems to be not quite as perky lately when we take the Big Walk...and he's been limping slightly. The vet thinks he has the beginnings of arthritis in his front right elbow (how funny...dogs have elbows too!). So she gave him some glucosamine supplements and an anti-inflammatory. I was worried about hurting him on our walk, but she reassured me that he needs to walk. Just like people…you don’t stop working out just because you’ve got a minor ache or pain. You might just take an aspirin or ibuprofen, but you still work out because in the long run it’s good for you. I was pretty relieved that it’s not going to stop us from walking, as he literally lives for our walks. Although it’s been rainy for the last few days, it’s supposed to be nice for the next few days, So, tomorrow we’re going for the Big Walk with Pam, Olive and Kermit.
On another subject…I’ve literally been picking pounds of tomatoes. Every day is another bumper crop. Tonight hub made a beautiful tomato salad with balsamic vinegar and basil and pearl mozzarella balls (bocconcini). He served it with a small steak cooked on the barbeque… delicious dinner! These were the tomatoes that were still left after he made the tomato salad, and there are more ready to be picked tomorrow.I hope everyone has a great weekend!
Monday, August 10, 2009
All's Well...
I lost my dog last night.
Hub and I and B had just gotten home from visiting some friends, about 9 p.m. Hub took B out of the car, and normally B runs into the house. I had been up at the street getting the recycle bin, and when I came into the house I asked “Where’s Buster?”
“Oh, he’s in here somewhere.”
But I didn't see him anywhere.
And that was weird.
I went outside and called him, and he didn’t come. So I went back inside and started looking through all the rooms, under the bed, etc, etc. No B.
I went back outside, down to the beach and started calling him. Nothing.
Hub came outside and we both started looking for him. Where could he be????
By this time, we’re both getting a little frantic. Although our house is at the end of a long driveway, the street we live on is very busy and my biggest fear is always that he'll get hit if he wanders up there. So I ran up to the street and looked up and down, but I didn’t see him. Hub and I were both calling and calling him. Pretty soon our next-door neighbors heard us and came out of their house to help us look. We all got flashlights and started walking up and down the beach, the road, over to the nearby park, and on and on…calling calling calling “Buster Buster Buster…”
At this point, it had been an hour since he disappeared. I started to have what I can only describe as an out-of-body experience. This is not really happening. It’s funny, but I went back into the house and looked again about 5 times, like he was going to be there somewhere. Then I ran to the park about 3 times, even though it was so unlikely that he would have walked all the way over there by himself. Then Hub and I both got in our cars and drove up and down calling and looking in ditches. I started to think the unthinkable...that possibly an animal, a coyote or raccoon, had gotten him...Or maybe someone found him and decided to keep him...
By now it had been two hours since we got home. Hub called some more friends who came over and started searching with us.
About 11:30, 2-1/2 hours after we had first lost him, I had stopped yelling for him. B is a quiet dog and I knew he probably wouldn’t bark to let us know where he was. So I’m not yelling for him anymore, just quietly walking around the neighborhood and listening. Every once in a while I’d say his name softly. “Buster, where are you?”
All of a sudden...Rustle rustle...“B, is that you?”
When I saw his sweet face peek out from behind a fence...I have never been so relieved. I grabbed him and hugged him. He was trembling so hard.
I ran screaming home “I’ve found him!!!!” Our neighbors and friends were all so happy, everyone hugged him and fussed over him. Hub was out driving around in his car, so I called him on his cell…You could hear the overwhelming relief in his voice. At that point, I broke down and I couldn’t stop crying for about half an hour.
Anyway, I think that this is what happened:
B must have seen that bunny, the one that hangs around our house, and taken off after it. Then when he chased it over to a neighbor’s yard (3 houses down), he must have gotten disoriented and couldn’t figure out how to get home.
All of us were so tired last night…I slept in late this morning, and had to drag B out of his bed to go outside. Ever since then, he’s been so needy. Pet me, pet me…and right now he’s lying right next to me on the couch…normally he lies on the floor or in his doggie bed.
As the saying goes…all’s well that ends well. Everyone kept saying that, and I guess it's true.
I'm so grateful to have such wonderful neighbors and friends who came to help in the search.
And you can bet I’ll not be taking my eye off B the next time we get out of the car.
Hub and I and B had just gotten home from visiting some friends, about 9 p.m. Hub took B out of the car, and normally B runs into the house. I had been up at the street getting the recycle bin, and when I came into the house I asked “Where’s Buster?”
“Oh, he’s in here somewhere.”
But I didn't see him anywhere.
And that was weird.
I went outside and called him, and he didn’t come. So I went back inside and started looking through all the rooms, under the bed, etc, etc. No B.
I went back outside, down to the beach and started calling him. Nothing.
Hub came outside and we both started looking for him. Where could he be????
By this time, we’re both getting a little frantic. Although our house is at the end of a long driveway, the street we live on is very busy and my biggest fear is always that he'll get hit if he wanders up there. So I ran up to the street and looked up and down, but I didn’t see him. Hub and I were both calling and calling him. Pretty soon our next-door neighbors heard us and came out of their house to help us look. We all got flashlights and started walking up and down the beach, the road, over to the nearby park, and on and on…calling calling calling “Buster Buster Buster…”
At this point, it had been an hour since he disappeared. I started to have what I can only describe as an out-of-body experience. This is not really happening. It’s funny, but I went back into the house and looked again about 5 times, like he was going to be there somewhere. Then I ran to the park about 3 times, even though it was so unlikely that he would have walked all the way over there by himself. Then Hub and I both got in our cars and drove up and down calling and looking in ditches. I started to think the unthinkable...that possibly an animal, a coyote or raccoon, had gotten him...Or maybe someone found him and decided to keep him...
By now it had been two hours since we got home. Hub called some more friends who came over and started searching with us.
About 11:30, 2-1/2 hours after we had first lost him, I had stopped yelling for him. B is a quiet dog and I knew he probably wouldn’t bark to let us know where he was. So I’m not yelling for him anymore, just quietly walking around the neighborhood and listening. Every once in a while I’d say his name softly. “Buster, where are you?”
All of a sudden...Rustle rustle...“B, is that you?”
When I saw his sweet face peek out from behind a fence...I have never been so relieved. I grabbed him and hugged him. He was trembling so hard.
I ran screaming home “I’ve found him!!!!” Our neighbors and friends were all so happy, everyone hugged him and fussed over him. Hub was out driving around in his car, so I called him on his cell…You could hear the overwhelming relief in his voice. At that point, I broke down and I couldn’t stop crying for about half an hour.
Anyway, I think that this is what happened:
B must have seen that bunny, the one that hangs around our house, and taken off after it. Then when he chased it over to a neighbor’s yard (3 houses down), he must have gotten disoriented and couldn’t figure out how to get home.
All of us were so tired last night…I slept in late this morning, and had to drag B out of his bed to go outside. Ever since then, he’s been so needy. Pet me, pet me…and right now he’s lying right next to me on the couch…normally he lies on the floor or in his doggie bed.
As the saying goes…all’s well that ends well. Everyone kept saying that, and I guess it's true.
I'm so grateful to have such wonderful neighbors and friends who came to help in the search.
And you can bet I’ll not be taking my eye off B the next time we get out of the car.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Looking forward to the weekend
Has our summer gone away already?
Can’t there be a happy medium around here? 102 degrees one week ago; today the high is something like 72 with overcast skies. Oh well, we can’t do anything about the weather except complain. It’s never exactly what you want it to be. At least I’ll be able to work outside tomorrow.
So, I’m trying to figure out something. I was so down when I posted last Monday, then all of a sudden I’m okay. I’ve been feeling good and upbeat ever since Tuesday. I’m even not currently hating my body so much. I’ve been enjoying working out at Curves, and today I’m taking B for our big walk (since it’s not too hot). My food has been really good since Tuesday, and without any effort. I feel happy and peaceful inside.
I just wish I could figure out how to keep this mindset…I think hormones play a part in whether I'm up or down, but I don't think that's the whole story. Hmmmm. Wonder wonder wonder...
On a completely different subject, I’ve been thinking about selling some stuff on eBay.
I tend to be a compulsive spender (yes I’m compulsive about MANY things, not just my weight) and I accumulate clothing that I wear once (or even never) then I don’t like it anymore or it doesn’t fit quite right. Oh, I'm not to the extent that I need to be on Dr Phil, but I do spend more than I should or need to.
Anyway, I absolutely love eBay and have bought many items there; and I've sold a few things too. But in order to sell anything, I used to have to have hub take the pictures since I didn’t know how to work the camera. Now that I have my own camera (on my Blackberry) I can take pictures of everything myself! So this seems like a positive way to spend some time, make some extra money, and it will be fun too.
Well, I need to get ready for our walk. Have a great weekend!
Can’t there be a happy medium around here? 102 degrees one week ago; today the high is something like 72 with overcast skies. Oh well, we can’t do anything about the weather except complain. It’s never exactly what you want it to be. At least I’ll be able to work outside tomorrow.
So, I’m trying to figure out something. I was so down when I posted last Monday, then all of a sudden I’m okay. I’ve been feeling good and upbeat ever since Tuesday. I’m even not currently hating my body so much. I’ve been enjoying working out at Curves, and today I’m taking B for our big walk (since it’s not too hot). My food has been really good since Tuesday, and without any effort. I feel happy and peaceful inside.
I just wish I could figure out how to keep this mindset…I think hormones play a part in whether I'm up or down, but I don't think that's the whole story. Hmmmm. Wonder wonder wonder...
On a completely different subject, I’ve been thinking about selling some stuff on eBay.
I tend to be a compulsive spender (yes I’m compulsive about MANY things, not just my weight) and I accumulate clothing that I wear once (or even never) then I don’t like it anymore or it doesn’t fit quite right. Oh, I'm not to the extent that I need to be on Dr Phil, but I do spend more than I should or need to.
Anyway, I absolutely love eBay and have bought many items there; and I've sold a few things too. But in order to sell anything, I used to have to have hub take the pictures since I didn’t know how to work the camera. Now that I have my own camera (on my Blackberry) I can take pictures of everything myself! So this seems like a positive way to spend some time, make some extra money, and it will be fun too.
Well, I need to get ready for our walk. Have a great weekend!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
What a difference a day makes...
~High temp today…77 degrees. Whew!
~Got a good night’s sleep last night.
~Slathered my arms and chest with moisturizer this morning…don’t know if it really did any good, but I think moist crepey skin probably looks better than dry crepey skin…*Lol*
~Wore a cute new shirt and white jeans to work (So much the better that the shirt was $4 and the jeans $10…found both on the 80% off rack at Kohls last night. YAY!).
~Stayed on program food wise.
~In a few minutes, I’m going to work out at Curves…the first time in several weeks (although I’ve walked a little on the weekends, I haven’t done much else).
~Tomorrow, I get to put in new aligners. I’ll probably be a bit uncomfortable for a few days again…every time you put in a new set, it takes a while for the teeth to adjust…but it’s exciting to have the first 2 weeks out of the way. Only 44 more weeks to go!
Thanks to everyone who made positive suggestions on yesterday’s post. Your comments helped me pull myself out of the dumps.
I love you guys!
~Got a good night’s sleep last night.
~Slathered my arms and chest with moisturizer this morning…don’t know if it really did any good, but I think moist crepey skin probably looks better than dry crepey skin…*Lol*
~Wore a cute new shirt and white jeans to work (So much the better that the shirt was $4 and the jeans $10…found both on the 80% off rack at Kohls last night. YAY!).
~Stayed on program food wise.
~In a few minutes, I’m going to work out at Curves…the first time in several weeks (although I’ve walked a little on the weekends, I haven’t done much else).
~Tomorrow, I get to put in new aligners. I’ll probably be a bit uncomfortable for a few days again…every time you put in a new set, it takes a while for the teeth to adjust…but it’s exciting to have the first 2 weeks out of the way. Only 44 more weeks to go!
Thanks to everyone who made positive suggestions on yesterday’s post. Your comments helped me pull myself out of the dumps.
I love you guys!
Monday, August 3, 2009
Funky time
I haven’t been motivated to post lately, or even to read other's blogs. I’m in a bit of a funk, probably due to the weather, but also I just can’t seem to shake an old feeling that has popped up more and more frequently lately…that I’m old, fat and ugly. Rather than reach out...by posting or commenting or talking to others or doing something positive...I tend to isolate and ruminate. I wouldn’t describe it as feeling sorry for myself…it’s more like I’m just feeling kind of bummed out.
Part of it may be the hot weather, the necessity of wearing skimpier clothing and bathing suits which accentuate the negative parts of my body…love handles and flabby belly, crepey skin on my arms and chest. Rather than be seen by anyone, including myself, I’d rather hide and not think about it. It doesn’t really affect my day to day life, because I put on a happy face for others to see…but inside I’m feeling kind of down.
I need to do something positive to get myself out of this rut. Seeing Dr D helps, but due to financial reasons, I’ve had to reduce my sessions with her down to every other week. I wish I could get motivated to work out more, but right now I’m just thinking…what’s the use? I’m just going to get older and more flabby and droopy no matter what I do…unless it’s something surgical and I don’t want to do that because it scares me. I think what I need to do is…just get over myself. But that’s easier said than done. Just telling myself to perk up doesn’t seem to be working.
Anybody have any words of wisdom on how to pull oneself out of an emotional funk? I’d love to hear actual examples or stories of what works for you.
Part of it may be the hot weather, the necessity of wearing skimpier clothing and bathing suits which accentuate the negative parts of my body…love handles and flabby belly, crepey skin on my arms and chest. Rather than be seen by anyone, including myself, I’d rather hide and not think about it. It doesn’t really affect my day to day life, because I put on a happy face for others to see…but inside I’m feeling kind of down.
I need to do something positive to get myself out of this rut. Seeing Dr D helps, but due to financial reasons, I’ve had to reduce my sessions with her down to every other week. I wish I could get motivated to work out more, but right now I’m just thinking…what’s the use? I’m just going to get older and more flabby and droopy no matter what I do…unless it’s something surgical and I don’t want to do that because it scares me. I think what I need to do is…just get over myself. But that’s easier said than done. Just telling myself to perk up doesn’t seem to be working.
Anybody have any words of wisdom on how to pull oneself out of an emotional funk? I’d love to hear actual examples or stories of what works for you.
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