I weighed in today at WW and had lost another 2.5 lbs. I am very excited about my progress and happy with the fact that I have success even when I am not perfect with my eating...cause face it I'll never be perfect! My first goal was to lose 14 lbs. I am nearing that goal having lost a total of 12 lbs.
I am learning to take my good snacks with me when I go places so that I have good options. I am learning that feeling satisfied is better than feeling full. I am learning that I CAN DO THIS!
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Wind and Sun Therapy
I don't own a convertible but my mom and sister do. It is almost as good as having my own...but not quite. My 2nd boss, she is the assistant to my 1st boss, also has a convertible. Sometimes on her lunch break she drives around in her car. She calls it wind and sun therapy.
This weekend I got some wind and sun therapy thanks to my Mom's Volkswagen Eos convertible. It is a sporty, black, beautiful machine. She used to have a convertible bug. It was great. The Eos is better.
Sexy, Mom and I headed to a drive-in movie theater this weekend. Our destination was about an hour from where we started. It was a great opportunity for some wind and sun therapy. We had the oldies channel turned up, sunglasses on, top and windows down and were cruising through some of the most beautiful landscape this country has to offer.
I saw a deer and pointed it out to Sexy who was driving. His response was what it always is..."I see it". Then, unlike all the other time, it jumped into the road, in front of us. HOLY FREAKIN COW we hit a deer...or maybe the deer hit us.
I didn't actually see it cause I was curled up in the fetal position in the passenger seat praying. But I heard it and I saw the aftermath. It was trau-freaking-matic. We pulled over to survey the damage...to us and the deer. The car was damaged but repairable. The deer was in the road injured and unable to stand up. It kept trying. It kept breaking my heart.
I don't like guns. I don't want to take yours away but I don't like them. There is a story that goes with my dislike of guns but I will save that for another day. I am a southern girl so I was taught to shoot a gun...when I was 8. This was the first time EVER that I wished I had one handy. The sight of that deer in so much pain and misery. It was almost more than I could bear.
I was trying to figure out what to do...who to call. When another car stopped by the deer. The driver and passenger were attempting to put the deer in their vehicle. Clearly, they had never seen Tommy Boy! They seemed to be taking matters into their own hands and I am hoping that at the very least they ended that deer's suffering.
We went on to the movies. Thankful that things had not gone so very badly for us. Blessed that we were able to make the ride back home...watching for deer.
This weekend I got some wind and sun therapy thanks to my Mom's Volkswagen Eos convertible. It is a sporty, black, beautiful machine. She used to have a convertible bug. It was great. The Eos is better.
Sexy, Mom and I headed to a drive-in movie theater this weekend. Our destination was about an hour from where we started. It was a great opportunity for some wind and sun therapy. We had the oldies channel turned up, sunglasses on, top and windows down and were cruising through some of the most beautiful landscape this country has to offer.
I saw a deer and pointed it out to Sexy who was driving. His response was what it always is..."I see it". Then, unlike all the other time, it jumped into the road, in front of us. HOLY FREAKIN COW we hit a deer...or maybe the deer hit us.
I didn't actually see it cause I was curled up in the fetal position in the passenger seat praying. But I heard it and I saw the aftermath. It was trau-freaking-matic. We pulled over to survey the damage...to us and the deer. The car was damaged but repairable. The deer was in the road injured and unable to stand up. It kept trying. It kept breaking my heart.
I don't like guns. I don't want to take yours away but I don't like them. There is a story that goes with my dislike of guns but I will save that for another day. I am a southern girl so I was taught to shoot a gun...when I was 8. This was the first time EVER that I wished I had one handy. The sight of that deer in so much pain and misery. It was almost more than I could bear.
I was trying to figure out what to do...who to call. When another car stopped by the deer. The driver and passenger were attempting to put the deer in their vehicle. Clearly, they had never seen Tommy Boy! They seemed to be taking matters into their own hands and I am hoping that at the very least they ended that deer's suffering.
We went on to the movies. Thankful that things had not gone so very badly for us. Blessed that we were able to make the ride back home...watching for deer.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Thats what I'm talking about...
I am officially starting my fifth week of Weight Watchers (WW) and have lost 9.5 lbs. I am really excited about it! I am also really enjoying WW. It is so easy and flexible. I am learning to make good choices because when I do I get to eat more food. I am drinking more water. Eating smaller portions. Eating a lot more fruits and veggies. I am also learning how to be satisfied instead of full or stuffed. I will keep you posted about my progress.
I am not exercising.
We are reading "The Shack" in my Sunday school class. I am really enjoying the book but mostly the discussions about the book that follow in Sunday school.
When I was a kid we went to church (Methodist) most Sundays. When I was a teenager my parents stopped going. My sister and I didn't...we just went on our own. My dad was very religious and seems to have gotten mad at God when his mother died and never recovered. My mom is more spiritual than religious. She is very open to different paths. She has explored other religions and seems more interested in learning about them than actually participating in them.
When I bought my first house it was down the street from a Methodist Church. I never went. I'm really not sure why other than I liked to sleep in on the weekends and I get nervous around new people. When Sexy and I got engaged I decided that if we were going to raise children (he had 2 biological children and 2 step children from his first marriage) then I wanted to raise them in the church. We visited the "blue jean" service. I just didn't feel it. It didn't feel like church. Then we got custody of 3 of the children and I got overwhelmed and didn't do much of anything but take care of them for a couple years. Then I decided to try again. This time I went to the traditional service.
It was like coming home.
I know a lot of people who talk trash about the traditions of High Church. Singing the same songs. Saying the same prayers. I had not had an opinion either way until that day. Those traditions were so comforting and welcoming.
I really feel connected to God now. I don't know all the answers. I'm really still uncomfortable talking about religion. I love going to church and Sunday school. I don't feel superior to those who don't go. I don't know that anyone looking at me would see that I have changed my life so much in the day to day aspects. I've always been a pretty good person and usually made the right choices morally and ethically. What has changed is me. I am listening to God when he tells me to "fear not" and I am trying to pray about things and for people. So many times I feel helpless but I can pray and it makes me feel less helpless. I feel more connected to everything and everyone.
I am not exercising.
We are reading "The Shack" in my Sunday school class. I am really enjoying the book but mostly the discussions about the book that follow in Sunday school.
When I was a kid we went to church (Methodist) most Sundays. When I was a teenager my parents stopped going. My sister and I didn't...we just went on our own. My dad was very religious and seems to have gotten mad at God when his mother died and never recovered. My mom is more spiritual than religious. She is very open to different paths. She has explored other religions and seems more interested in learning about them than actually participating in them.
When I bought my first house it was down the street from a Methodist Church. I never went. I'm really not sure why other than I liked to sleep in on the weekends and I get nervous around new people. When Sexy and I got engaged I decided that if we were going to raise children (he had 2 biological children and 2 step children from his first marriage) then I wanted to raise them in the church. We visited the "blue jean" service. I just didn't feel it. It didn't feel like church. Then we got custody of 3 of the children and I got overwhelmed and didn't do much of anything but take care of them for a couple years. Then I decided to try again. This time I went to the traditional service.
It was like coming home.
I know a lot of people who talk trash about the traditions of High Church. Singing the same songs. Saying the same prayers. I had not had an opinion either way until that day. Those traditions were so comforting and welcoming.
I really feel connected to God now. I don't know all the answers. I'm really still uncomfortable talking about religion. I love going to church and Sunday school. I don't feel superior to those who don't go. I don't know that anyone looking at me would see that I have changed my life so much in the day to day aspects. I've always been a pretty good person and usually made the right choices morally and ethically. What has changed is me. I am listening to God when he tells me to "fear not" and I am trying to pray about things and for people. So many times I feel helpless but I can pray and it makes me feel less helpless. I feel more connected to everything and everyone.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Oy!
I didn't walk. I'm not going to waste your time with a lot of silly excuses. I just didn't and I should have and I'm going to tonight.
I joined Weight Watchers today. My official first goal is to lose 14 lbs. I am excited about this endeavor. I will keep you posted.
Meanwhile back at the farm...I have terrible PMS. Seriously, I can understand why some have used or tried to use PMS as a defense to homicide. Even doctors now realize that for some the PMS can be really really bad and so they call it PMDD, Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder. During my premenstrual time I am supposed to double up on my "happy pill" (read anti-anxiety/depression medication...I lurv lexapro!) but this month instead I completely stopped taking it*.
Es stupido.
Now someone must die.
I have been able to rationally talk myself out of killing 1. Sexy, 2. my mother, 3. my kids, 4. my co-worker and 5. random person in traffic who COULD.NOT.MERGE! Don't worry the PMS/PMDD will be passing any minute now and I'm taking my "happy pill" again...so you're safe...for now.
*I did not intentionally stop taking it...I just sort of forgot for 5 days in a row. I think my subconscious wants to kill someone!?
I joined Weight Watchers today. My official first goal is to lose 14 lbs. I am excited about this endeavor. I will keep you posted.
Meanwhile back at the farm...I have terrible PMS. Seriously, I can understand why some have used or tried to use PMS as a defense to homicide. Even doctors now realize that for some the PMS can be really really bad and so they call it PMDD, Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder. During my premenstrual time I am supposed to double up on my "happy pill" (read anti-anxiety/depression medication...I lurv lexapro!) but this month instead I completely stopped taking it*.
Es stupido.
Now someone must die.
I have been able to rationally talk myself out of killing 1. Sexy, 2. my mother, 3. my kids, 4. my co-worker and 5. random person in traffic who COULD.NOT.MERGE! Don't worry the PMS/PMDD will be passing any minute now and I'm taking my "happy pill" again...so you're safe...for now.
*I did not intentionally stop taking it...I just sort of forgot for 5 days in a row. I think my subconscious wants to kill someone!?
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Newton's First Law
An object at rest tends to stay at rest. I did exercise four times last week. I am proud of that. I haven't done a damn thing since. I am NOT proud of that. I will be walking tonight for 28 minutes and doing the exercises for Day 5 of the Biggest Loser 30 day jump start.
Wednesday at noon I will be attending my first Weight Watchers meeting. I have been talking with a friend who is doing WW and she is having success. What I like about the WW system is the flexibility.
And now time for a funny story...
I got my first obscene phone call yesterday. It was on my cell phone. I was sitting at my desk at work when the phone rang and showed a "withheld" number. I answered it anyway just in case and I will share a portion of the call with you.
Accentia: Hello
Obscene caller: What time do you get off? (lots of weird noises in the background...running water...movement...muffled voice)
A: who is this?
OC: (muffle muffle) Bryan...What time do you get off?
A: (Still unsure about what is going on and whether or not I know the other person on the phone) why do you want to know?
OC: What time do you get off?
A: The normal time (is my oh so clever answer in case this is a murder who will be waiting for me in the parking deck?)
OC: You would get off a lot faster if you would get on my d**k
A: (uproarious laughter as hanging up cell phone)
Fade black
It seriously cracked me up. So...what time do you get off?
Wednesday at noon I will be attending my first Weight Watchers meeting. I have been talking with a friend who is doing WW and she is having success. What I like about the WW system is the flexibility.
And now time for a funny story...
I got my first obscene phone call yesterday. It was on my cell phone. I was sitting at my desk at work when the phone rang and showed a "withheld" number. I answered it anyway just in case and I will share a portion of the call with you.
Accentia: Hello
Obscene caller: What time do you get off? (lots of weird noises in the background...running water...movement...muffled voice)
A: who is this?
OC: (muffle muffle) Bryan...What time do you get off?
A: (Still unsure about what is going on and whether or not I know the other person on the phone) why do you want to know?
OC: What time do you get off?
A: The normal time (is my oh so clever answer in case this is a murder who will be waiting for me in the parking deck?)
OC: You would get off a lot faster if you would get on my d**k
A: (uproarious laughter as hanging up cell phone)
Fade black
It seriously cracked me up. So...what time do you get off?
Thursday, June 18, 2009
STUPID SCALE
I walked for 24 minutes yesterday! I didn't do the exercises cause I just couldn't seem to make myself. Also, I weighed yesterday and was not pleased to discover that I have gained 40ish pounds in about 6 months and that is bad...real bad. Dr. Birkenstock is going to hate all over me tomorrow. I am considering posting my weight tomorrow after the doctor's appoint...the official doctor's office weight. Tune in to see if I have the courage!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Bad Attitude
I walked for 22 mins. I did the exercises afterward. I don't like exercising. I have spent most of my life avoiding it...rather successfully I might add. I am hoping that eventually I will love exercising and it won't be such a struggle to make myself do it.
In other news, I have a Dr. appoint Friday with Dr. Birkenstock. I have been diagnosed with hypothyroidism but my test came back normal after taking the smallest dose of medicine...that was over a year ago. In the meantime my sister was diagnosed with Hasimoto's which is an auto immune disorder that attacks your thyroid. It tends to run in families.
I have been struggling lately with various issues, motivation, depression, sensitivity to cold, exhaustion and honestly just a bad attitude. Don't get me wrong I have always had trouble with getting motivated to do things I don't like to do but now I am even having trouble getting motivated to do the things I love to do. I am just so.freakin.tired.all.the.time. I had my sister give me a list of all the test they ran on her thyroid (various hormone and antibody test) so I can take it to my doctor cause I feel like something is off. I'll keep you posted.
In other news, I have a Dr. appoint Friday with Dr. Birkenstock. I have been diagnosed with hypothyroidism but my test came back normal after taking the smallest dose of medicine...that was over a year ago. In the meantime my sister was diagnosed with Hasimoto's which is an auto immune disorder that attacks your thyroid. It tends to run in families.
I have been struggling lately with various issues, motivation, depression, sensitivity to cold, exhaustion and honestly just a bad attitude. Don't get me wrong I have always had trouble with getting motivated to do things I don't like to do but now I am even having trouble getting motivated to do the things I love to do. I am just so.freakin.tired.all.the.time. I had my sister give me a list of all the test they ran on her thyroid (various hormone and antibody test) so I can take it to my doctor cause I feel like something is off. I'll keep you posted.
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