I am a little late in posting again. I snuggled with my boys for a bit last night while they read in my bed and the next thing I knew, it was 3:00am. I've been tired and grumpy and I think I have at least caught up on some sleep. Now, I'll have to work on the grumpy.
I'm starting a bit of self-evaluation with The ABC's of Me. It will take me a few weeks to get through the alphabet, but I'm choosing a word starting with each letter and seeing how it applies to me. If you have any suggestions for words I should use, leave them in the comment section.
Here we go.
I ASPIRE: To be like my little sister and rock my work outs. My sister goes to the gym 5 days a week. More recently, she has started Spartan Training and pushes herself very hard. I aspire to be like her.
I haven't gone to the gym for months. I have sporadically done my Kinect Zumba workout. I really like working out in the privacy of my home. But I can see the benefit of going somewhere, and being expected. This summer - specifically this month, I have not been as dedicated to working out. I have many excuses (my biggest one being that it's hot and we have no air conditioning), but they are just that, excuses.
I BELIEVE: In the power we each have to transform ourselves. I believe in MY own power to transform my inner and outer selves. My intentions are mostly good. I often seem to fail in the follow through. And not just in my weight loss efforts. It bleeds over into all parts of my life. That's one of the parts of me I'm trying to transform.
I CONFESS: I haven't even looked at my Summer Mind and Body Challenge that I started in June. It's now the end of July, and I don't think I've tracked points at all this month. It's a little embarrassing since I made such a big deal of it. I really should have gotten an accountability buddy.
I DECLARE: This has been a hot summer. A lot of people say that we don't need air conditioning here in the Pacific Northwest (Lobster being one of those for a long time), but that's just a bunch of hooey. I admit that some summers, there are just a few weeks that you need it, but during that time, YOU NEED IT. We're replacing our old dinosaur of a furnace before the fall and I think I've finally talked Lobster into central air.
I'M EXCITED: About tomatoes from my garden. Each of my tomato plants has green tomatoes. My grape tomatoes are just starting to turn color. I can't wait!
I'll continue this in my next post. I need to get out my dictionary. ;)
SUNDAY STATS:
WEIGHT GAIN/LOSS: -2 lbs
TOTAL WEIGHT LOSS: -27.4 lbs
FOOD: I finally went grocery shopping. Salads are GREAT!
FOOD TRACKING: 3 full and 2 partial days of 7.
EXERCISE: No formal workout. Some light yard work.
HYDRATION: Good. Not great, but good.
Monday, July 29, 2013
Monday, July 22, 2013
Oh, To Be 19 Again...
It was my father's birthday this past week. He would have been 75. My sister put a photo of him at 19 on Facebook. He looked so happy and young. I could really see my sister's resemblance to him - something I had not noticed before.
I was showing the picture, one I have on my wall, here at home, to my sons. I asked Boy 2 if I looked like my dad, and he said, "Well, he's a lot skinnier." I laughed and agreed. I started thinking about how I looked when I was 19, and if I also resemble him. So, I got out all the old pictures and found a few from 1989, you know, the good old days. The days of shoulder pads and big hair. Those were some good times.
So, here's the picture of my dad. Doesn't he look handsome? And here's me at 19.
Just for fun, here's another:
And to think, I really wasn't happy with the way I looked then. Silly girl.
Sometimes, it's hard to stay positive. I've been struggling with that a bit, lately. I like to think that I'm generally a positive person. I know I can do this. Why am I letting myself get tripped up? This is all a mental game. I'm the one who's supposed to be in charge around here. The frustration that comes with knowing just how much weight I need to lose is a bit overwhelming. Sometimes, I worry that won't be able to do it.
And sometimes, because I feel it, I hear it from others - even when that's not what they are saying.
I try really hard to keep that doubt hidden. I keep it bound and gagged in a dark corner. It is always struggling to get free. And, at times, an arm or leg breaks loose. The gag slips just a bit and its whispers pierce and tear and deflate.
I think the key - and it sounds so trite and overly simple - is to truly take it one day at a time. One choice at a time, even. How can something so simple be so difficult?
Let me know when you figure that out.
Like the old photographs I was looking through, my memories of my dad have become slightly fuzzy around the edges. I do remember a lot of love and laughs. He was a large man for most of his adult life. He didn't talk to me about his size and how that affected his spirit. He seemed very happy and positive. He's been gone almost 10 years, now, and I had lived in a different state for a few years before he died. I'm sure I only saw what he wanted me to see. I understand. I resemble him in that way.
Being positive is a choice. Sometimes, there are many things that get in the way, but the power is ours. And it is a power. Maybe, even, a special power. I can't read people's minds. I can't burn people/things to a crisp with my laser-vision (as much as I would love to, at times. Sometimes the stink-eye is just not enough). My super-speed isn't happening any time soon. I can choose to be happy. And I can choose to disregard the doubt. Only feed the positive thoughts. Maybe, I can make that ugly old doubt shrivel up and disappear.
Maybe.
It's worth a try.
SUNDAY STATS:
WEIGHT GAIN/LOSS: +0.6 lbs
TOTAL WEIGHT LOSS: -25.4 lbs
FOOD: It wasn't pretty, folks. Especially the second half of the week.
EXERCISE: NONE
FOOD TRACKING: 5 OF 7 days. My calories went over goal, 5 of 7 days, as well.
HYDRATION: Good, but not good enough. 3 words- Dirty Diet Coke.
I was showing the picture, one I have on my wall, here at home, to my sons. I asked Boy 2 if I looked like my dad, and he said, "Well, he's a lot skinnier." I laughed and agreed. I started thinking about how I looked when I was 19, and if I also resemble him. So, I got out all the old pictures and found a few from 1989, you know, the good old days. The days of shoulder pads and big hair. Those were some good times.
So, here's the picture of my dad. Doesn't he look handsome? And here's me at 19.
I don't see too much resemblance...maybe, just a little around the mouth.
And to think, I really wasn't happy with the way I looked then. Silly girl.
Sometimes, it's hard to stay positive. I've been struggling with that a bit, lately. I like to think that I'm generally a positive person. I know I can do this. Why am I letting myself get tripped up? This is all a mental game. I'm the one who's supposed to be in charge around here. The frustration that comes with knowing just how much weight I need to lose is a bit overwhelming. Sometimes, I worry that won't be able to do it.
And sometimes, because I feel it, I hear it from others - even when that's not what they are saying.
I try really hard to keep that doubt hidden. I keep it bound and gagged in a dark corner. It is always struggling to get free. And, at times, an arm or leg breaks loose. The gag slips just a bit and its whispers pierce and tear and deflate.
I think the key - and it sounds so trite and overly simple - is to truly take it one day at a time. One choice at a time, even. How can something so simple be so difficult?
Let me know when you figure that out.
Like the old photographs I was looking through, my memories of my dad have become slightly fuzzy around the edges. I do remember a lot of love and laughs. He was a large man for most of his adult life. He didn't talk to me about his size and how that affected his spirit. He seemed very happy and positive. He's been gone almost 10 years, now, and I had lived in a different state for a few years before he died. I'm sure I only saw what he wanted me to see. I understand. I resemble him in that way.
Being positive is a choice. Sometimes, there are many things that get in the way, but the power is ours. And it is a power. Maybe, even, a special power. I can't read people's minds. I can't burn people/things to a crisp with my laser-vision (as much as I would love to, at times. Sometimes the stink-eye is just not enough). My super-speed isn't happening any time soon. I can choose to be happy. And I can choose to disregard the doubt. Only feed the positive thoughts. Maybe, I can make that ugly old doubt shrivel up and disappear.
Maybe.
It's worth a try.
SUNDAY STATS:
WEIGHT GAIN/LOSS: +0.6 lbs
TOTAL WEIGHT LOSS: -25.4 lbs
FOOD: It wasn't pretty, folks. Especially the second half of the week.
EXERCISE: NONE
FOOD TRACKING: 5 OF 7 days. My calories went over goal, 5 of 7 days, as well.
HYDRATION: Good, but not good enough. 3 words- Dirty Diet Coke.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
A Bitza This and a Bitza That
Well, I'm not a reliable food tracker while on vacation. Get me out of my routine, and my REsolve seems to DISsolve. Monday, we were in the car all day, and while the day started well enough, I soon realized that Lobster "forgot" to pack the cucumbers, cherries, grapes, and mango in the cooler. He remembered the fixins for sandwiches and the Diet Coke. The bag of crackers, candy, chips, and such also made it. I had bought a lot so we wouldn't feel like we would have to buy much on the way and to also have bribery material for good behavior. I thought I had prepared well. Next time, I just need to follow through and make sure it all gets into the cooler.
I gained 2 pounds this week. I'm not too worried. Although I didn't faithfully track my intake, my eating wasn't out of control. I also spent two days in a car trying to not drink too much. I didn't want to be the reason to stop the car, if you know what I mean. I didn't get enough at my mom's, either. I'll just be making sure to drink my water, and then have some more.
My mint is going crazy outside. I think I'll have to make some flavored water every evening for the next day. My favorite is cucumber, mint with some lime squeezed in right before drinking. I found that when I let the limes sit in the water over night, they made it slightly bitter. I found a recipe for a flavored water made with fresh ginger and mango. I think I'd really like to try that one. And I just happen to have some mango on hand.
My chives are also going gangbusters. Somehow, though, I don't think that will make a good flavored water. ;)
All of my plants survived warm weather while I was gone, thanks to a good friend. She also kept the hamster alive and running - good for the 6-year-old, I guess. We almost had a free-range hamster. She escaped her little exercise ball whilst her young, attentive owner was not so attentive. Luckily, she only got as far as under the couch.
The last time the hamster made a break for it, we had our Sophie girl to sniff her down. Sophie loved to sit and watch Squeakers. I knew she was just waiting patiently for a chance to make a Squeakers snack. It cracked me up.
Our Sophie was a good girl. She gave us good companionship for a long time, 12 years. At 13, she couldn't hear or see much and her hips gave her quite a bit of pain. That made her grumpy with the boys and she had started to snap and be aggressive. We chose to euthanize her. Although we know it was the right decision. I miss my girl. She was my baby before we so rudely replaced her with the human variety. She was patient and always happy to see me.
This is my favorite picture of Sophie. She was not happy about those Easter bunny ears, but she tolerated them and even smiled for the camera. The Humane Society called Sophie a terrier mix, but we always called her a Bitza. She was a bitza this and a bitza that. Sophie was the healthiest, smartest, and weirdest dog we have ever previously owned. She fit in our family perfectly. Without her, I'm outnumbered by the boys. Somehow, I don't think the hamster will commiserate as well.
Rest in peace, my girl.
SUNDAY STATS
WEIGHT GAIN/LOSS: +2 lbs
TOTAL WEIGHT LOSS: -26 lbs
EXERCISE: I guess sitting on my mom's soft, cozy rocker doesn't count.
FOOD: Lots of veggies. Slightly more treats than usual.
FOOD TRACKING: Not great - 1 & 1/2 days of 7
HYDRATION: Not great
I gained 2 pounds this week. I'm not too worried. Although I didn't faithfully track my intake, my eating wasn't out of control. I also spent two days in a car trying to not drink too much. I didn't want to be the reason to stop the car, if you know what I mean. I didn't get enough at my mom's, either. I'll just be making sure to drink my water, and then have some more.
My mint is going crazy outside. I think I'll have to make some flavored water every evening for the next day. My favorite is cucumber, mint with some lime squeezed in right before drinking. I found that when I let the limes sit in the water over night, they made it slightly bitter. I found a recipe for a flavored water made with fresh ginger and mango. I think I'd really like to try that one. And I just happen to have some mango on hand.
My chives are also going gangbusters. Somehow, though, I don't think that will make a good flavored water. ;)
All of my plants survived warm weather while I was gone, thanks to a good friend. She also kept the hamster alive and running - good for the 6-year-old, I guess. We almost had a free-range hamster. She escaped her little exercise ball whilst her young, attentive owner was not so attentive. Luckily, she only got as far as under the couch.
The last time the hamster made a break for it, we had our Sophie girl to sniff her down. Sophie loved to sit and watch Squeakers. I knew she was just waiting patiently for a chance to make a Squeakers snack. It cracked me up.
Our Sophie was a good girl. She gave us good companionship for a long time, 12 years. At 13, she couldn't hear or see much and her hips gave her quite a bit of pain. That made her grumpy with the boys and she had started to snap and be aggressive. We chose to euthanize her. Although we know it was the right decision. I miss my girl. She was my baby before we so rudely replaced her with the human variety. She was patient and always happy to see me.
This is my favorite picture of Sophie. She was not happy about those Easter bunny ears, but she tolerated them and even smiled for the camera. The Humane Society called Sophie a terrier mix, but we always called her a Bitza. She was a bitza this and a bitza that. Sophie was the healthiest, smartest, and weirdest dog we have ever previously owned. She fit in our family perfectly. Without her, I'm outnumbered by the boys. Somehow, I don't think the hamster will commiserate as well.
Rest in peace, my girl.
SUNDAY STATS
WEIGHT GAIN/LOSS: +2 lbs
TOTAL WEIGHT LOSS: -26 lbs
EXERCISE: I guess sitting on my mom's soft, cozy rocker doesn't count.
FOOD: Lots of veggies. Slightly more treats than usual.
FOOD TRACKING: Not great - 1 & 1/2 days of 7
HYDRATION: Not great
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Fun
Travelling with kids is always fun. I'm not really talking about fun fun. I'm talking about the kind of fun spoken of in sarcastic tones and a lot of eye-rolling.
You know..........fun. 13 hours in a car that, while normally seems quite spacious, all of a sudden is much, much too small.
At one point, Boys 1 and 2 were fighting. They were tattling. They were tattling about fighting and then fighting over tattling. And I had had enough.
I started singing about kindness, and Jesus. I sang about Jesus wanting us to be kind. When they started complaining, I sang louder, and louder, still. I think the cars next to us on the freeway could hear my song, I was singing so loud. Lobster soon asked me to, "Please for the love of everything holy, just STOP!" OK, he really just said, "Please stop." But his voice sounded much more like the former.
Just for the record, and in my defense, it was quiet for a few minutes after that.
I've sung to them before. I threaten to sing when they fight. This singing is not like when I sing their songs at bedtime - which they love, by the way. This singing is a weapon. I may have a smile on my face while I do it, but it is sharp and harsh. One might wonder if I stand on the edge of sanity, when I sing like this.
I found out that my singing, as a weapon, is not my original, bright idea. This morning, after my sweet, sweet boys started fighting, my own sweet, sweet mother started singing, "I want to be kind to everyone..."
Yep. We have fun on our vacation.
So, we're on a short vacation. But not from my plans. My mom asked what kind of food I wanted her to get, and I just said, "Lots of vegetables." And she delivered. She even had two tomatoes and a cucumber in her garden that she saved just for me. She's pretty great.
TUESDAY STATS
WEIGHT GAIN/LOSS: -0.4lbs
TOTAL WEIGHT LOSS: -28lbs
EXERCISE: Womp, womp. Sad face
FOOD: Great week until weekend. Food left over from 4th and stress were not a great combo.
FOOD TRACKING: Great - 5 full, and 1 partial day of 7
HYDRATION: Really good
You know..........fun. 13 hours in a car that, while normally seems quite spacious, all of a sudden is much, much too small.
At one point, Boys 1 and 2 were fighting. They were tattling. They were tattling about fighting and then fighting over tattling. And I had had enough.
I started singing about kindness, and Jesus. I sang about Jesus wanting us to be kind. When they started complaining, I sang louder, and louder, still. I think the cars next to us on the freeway could hear my song, I was singing so loud. Lobster soon asked me to, "Please for the love of everything holy, just STOP!" OK, he really just said, "Please stop." But his voice sounded much more like the former.
Just for the record, and in my defense, it was quiet for a few minutes after that.
I've sung to them before. I threaten to sing when they fight. This singing is not like when I sing their songs at bedtime - which they love, by the way. This singing is a weapon. I may have a smile on my face while I do it, but it is sharp and harsh. One might wonder if I stand on the edge of sanity, when I sing like this.
I found out that my singing, as a weapon, is not my original, bright idea. This morning, after my sweet, sweet boys started fighting, my own sweet, sweet mother started singing, "I want to be kind to everyone..."
Yep. We have fun on our vacation.
So, we're on a short vacation. But not from my plans. My mom asked what kind of food I wanted her to get, and I just said, "Lots of vegetables." And she delivered. She even had two tomatoes and a cucumber in her garden that she saved just for me. She's pretty great.
TUESDAY STATS
WEIGHT GAIN/LOSS: -0.4lbs
TOTAL WEIGHT LOSS: -28lbs
EXERCISE: Womp, womp. Sad face
FOOD: Great week until weekend. Food left over from 4th and stress were not a great combo.
FOOD TRACKING: Great - 5 full, and 1 partial day of 7
HYDRATION: Really good
Sunday, June 30, 2013
OPERATION: TAKING MY YARD BACK, an update - part trois
So, that 5 pounds is gone and they took a friend with them. I'm going to start ignoring all of my problems, this one worked out so well.
Messy house because it's too hot to feel motivated to do much?
IGNORE!
Kids fighting amongst themselves?
IGNORE!
Ugly, weird bump on your leg?
IGNORE!
Voila! Problems solved!
I kid, I kid. (sort of) Darn hormones. Or salt. Or....whatever.
It's been so hot here in the Pacific Northwest these past few days. My dear, dear Lobster is still under the mistaken belief that we don't need central air. I had hoped that his red-faced, sweaty, stinky, grumpy wife would have changed his mind, but no luck so far. Thank the heavens for the slightly coolish breeze coming through right now. Our inside temperature has dropped to 80 degrees.
It is 10:00 pm. UGH.
I took a ride in the car with the boys this evening, after dinner, just to get in front of the air conditioning. I still haven't decided if it was a nice break, or if it just made it feel hotter here at home. One nice thing about the heat, is that I'm definitely drinking a lot of water. Although, I'm sweating so much that I'm pretty sure I am no better hydrated.
Anyway, I thought it was about time to show some more pictures of how our yard is doing. The weeds are under control, the grass is still green, I have vegetable plants in my raised beds, I've got flowers in the window boxes out front and our yard is mostly well-groomed.
What I'm not liking, is the mess with the boys' bikes and balls, and dirt and rocks that always end up on the patio. Hey! I should try that ignoring trick....it's got to work!
Here is the view walking up my front walk. I'm really happy with how the window boxes turned out. I should have stuffed more plants in there, but I'm on a budget, here. I really miss the days that I got my 30% employee discount.
Messy house because it's too hot to feel motivated to do much?
IGNORE!
Kids fighting amongst themselves?
IGNORE!
Ugly, weird bump on your leg?
IGNORE!
Voila! Problems solved!
I kid, I kid. (sort of) Darn hormones. Or salt. Or....whatever.
It's been so hot here in the Pacific Northwest these past few days. My dear, dear Lobster is still under the mistaken belief that we don't need central air. I had hoped that his red-faced, sweaty, stinky, grumpy wife would have changed his mind, but no luck so far. Thank the heavens for the slightly coolish breeze coming through right now. Our inside temperature has dropped to 80 degrees.
It is 10:00 pm. UGH.
I took a ride in the car with the boys this evening, after dinner, just to get in front of the air conditioning. I still haven't decided if it was a nice break, or if it just made it feel hotter here at home. One nice thing about the heat, is that I'm definitely drinking a lot of water. Although, I'm sweating so much that I'm pretty sure I am no better hydrated.
Anyway, I thought it was about time to show some more pictures of how our yard is doing. The weeds are under control, the grass is still green, I have vegetable plants in my raised beds, I've got flowers in the window boxes out front and our yard is mostly well-groomed.
What I'm not liking, is the mess with the boys' bikes and balls, and dirt and rocks that always end up on the patio. Hey! I should try that ignoring trick....it's got to work!
Here is the view walking up my front walk. I'm really happy with how the window boxes turned out. I should have stuffed more plants in there, but I'm on a budget, here. I really miss the days that I got my 30% employee discount.
They'll fill in. Eventually.
The jasmine is blooming. It smells so good!
This rose campion blooms in such a bright hot pink. It's foliage is woolly, like lambs ears and it re-seeds itself all over.
This bed (below) was overgrown with grass. We had to take everything out. I'm leaving it bare for a little while, to pull the grass as it grows up. I'm sure much of the roots are still there. My lace-leaf Japanese maple could use a good pruning. The branches under all those leaves are quite beautiful. I'm a little chicken to take that one on, myself.
And in the back, the climbing rose has bounced back.
And my hydrangea is starting to look lovely.
Baby grapes,
and baby tomatoes,
and baby caterpillars. They've come back for the past 3 years. These are Cinnabar moth caterpillars. They love this ragwort on which they are chomping. It's poisonous, and not very pretty, but I don't pull it out because we love to watch the little guys grow and grow.
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| Notice the little tiny caterpillar next to its big brother. So cute! |
Well, we're down to 79*. We're on our way.
SUNDAY STATS
WEIGHT GAIN/LOSS: -1 lb
TOTAL WEIGHT LOSS: 27.6 lbs
EXERCISE: 2 Kinect Zumba workouts, 28 minutes each
FOOD: Very good choices. I even passed up some french fries, one day
FOOD TRACKING: Excellent! 6 of 7 days
HYDRATION: Excellent - at least 64 oz per day
Sunday, June 23, 2013
How to NOT enjoy summer vacation
It started out promising enough. After weeks of beautiful weather, the rain did NOT ruin the school's family picnic and Field Day and even more importantly, the rain did not ruin the chance to go to our friend's house and watch a movie in the dark on a sheet hung on the outside of their house. The boys got to run around with friends and then we all huddled under our blankets to watch How to Train Your Dragon. We got home deliciously late and Boy 1 and Boy 2 wanted to continue the party at home.
They also slept in the next morning. Lobster was envious. He had to get up and go to work after such a late night. I really sympathized with him in that minute before I went back to sleep.
I had left the week's schedule very loosey goosey so we could stay in our pajamas all day and get way too much screen time.
I guess that was my first mistake.
I mean, seriously, what kid doesn't want to watch TV and play video games all day?
Apparently, mine.
It's all they ever wanted. They got it all at once, and it was too much. They got bored. They fought over which game to play. They argued about which characters they wanted. And they grumbled about getting to spend alone time in their rooms.
And I, I who hadn't prepared well enough (again), got grumpy. The happy, carefree first days of summer vacation that I had hoped for, flew out the window with their harsh words and angry voices.
And the grumpiness has lingered, my friends.
Boys 1 & 2 fighting is nothing new. And to be honest, neither is my grumpiness. I want to be soft and fun and playful, but somehow, all I see is the floors that get dirty too fast and the money that doesn't stretch far enough and laundry that never, EVER, gets completely done.
I've never thought of myself as a pessimist, but I'm starting to wonder.
Another thing I'm grumpy about is my weight loss - or lack of it, I should say. I have been working really hard at staying under my calorie goal each day. And I had finally gotten past the 25 pound mark for the first time in months! I have seriously upped my water intake and had less soda. I stayed under my calorie goal 5 of 7 days. One day was just barely over, and the other day was my birthday and Lobster and I went out to dinner. I estimated the food on My FitnessPal as closely as I could, but even eating lightly earlier in the day, I went over my goal. It was delicious and I don't regret it. I was so careful the rest of the week.
So, midweek, when I hopped on the scale to see my progress, I admit I was a little shocked to see that my weight was up. The next day, I weighed myself again and I was up another few ounces. This morning, my normal weigh-in day, I am up 5 pounds.
Ugh. It makes me want to eat a bag of potato chips.
BUT, I DIDN'T! Progress, people!
I've decided that I'm not logging it in My FitnessPal. I am ignoring it and I'm hoping it will go away.
Isn't that how you deal with your problems?
Anyway, I've been having fun experimenting with what I can cook on our outdoor grill. Fireworks came a couple weeks early to our house. The heating element in our oven gave us a light show on Friday night - even after I turned it off. So we unplugged the range and sent away for the part. But, of course, it being a weekend, we get to wait longer than our normal super-fast delivery. I'm not sure why these things happen on the weekend. There is some law written down about it somewhere, I'm sure.
So the main goals this week are to have fun with my boys, drink lots of water, and don't sweat the small stuff.
What are your goals this week?
I mean, seriously, what kid doesn't want to watch TV and play video games all day?
Apparently, mine.
It's all they ever wanted. They got it all at once, and it was too much. They got bored. They fought over which game to play. They argued about which characters they wanted. And they grumbled about getting to spend alone time in their rooms.
And I, I who hadn't prepared well enough (again), got grumpy. The happy, carefree first days of summer vacation that I had hoped for, flew out the window with their harsh words and angry voices.
And the grumpiness has lingered, my friends.
Boys 1 & 2 fighting is nothing new. And to be honest, neither is my grumpiness. I want to be soft and fun and playful, but somehow, all I see is the floors that get dirty too fast and the money that doesn't stretch far enough and laundry that never, EVER, gets completely done.
I've never thought of myself as a pessimist, but I'm starting to wonder.
Another thing I'm grumpy about is my weight loss - or lack of it, I should say. I have been working really hard at staying under my calorie goal each day. And I had finally gotten past the 25 pound mark for the first time in months! I have seriously upped my water intake and had less soda. I stayed under my calorie goal 5 of 7 days. One day was just barely over, and the other day was my birthday and Lobster and I went out to dinner. I estimated the food on My FitnessPal as closely as I could, but even eating lightly earlier in the day, I went over my goal. It was delicious and I don't regret it. I was so careful the rest of the week.
So, midweek, when I hopped on the scale to see my progress, I admit I was a little shocked to see that my weight was up. The next day, I weighed myself again and I was up another few ounces. This morning, my normal weigh-in day, I am up 5 pounds.
Ugh. It makes me want to eat a bag of potato chips.
BUT, I DIDN'T! Progress, people!
I've decided that I'm not logging it in My FitnessPal. I am ignoring it and I'm hoping it will go away.
Isn't that how you deal with your problems?
Anyway, I've been having fun experimenting with what I can cook on our outdoor grill. Fireworks came a couple weeks early to our house. The heating element in our oven gave us a light show on Friday night - even after I turned it off. So we unplugged the range and sent away for the part. But, of course, it being a weekend, we get to wait longer than our normal super-fast delivery. I'm not sure why these things happen on the weekend. There is some law written down about it somewhere, I'm sure.
So the main goals this week are to have fun with my boys, drink lots of water, and don't sweat the small stuff.
What are your goals this week?
Sunday, June 9, 2013
My Favorite Things
- TV Episode: Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Once Again With Feeling (a musical - and yes, I know every song by heart)
- Movie: Stranger Than Fiction.
- Restaurant food: Chicken pasta salad at The Other Place in Salt Lake City, Utah and a close second is the Roasted Veggie Flat bread Sandwich at Amadeus in Salem, Oregon
- Flower: the Tulip
- Shoes: flip flops or none
- Book: Too many to choose, but I prefer fiction
- Face lotion: Oil of Olay's Daily Facial Lotion
- Body lotion: Aveeno Baby's Soothing Relief Moisture Cream
- Perfume: Skin musk, by Bonne Bell (I've loved it since I was 17)
- Place: My own bed, close 2nd - the beach, extremely close 3rd - my Grandpa's farm in Hatch, Idaho
- Color: Deep purple
- Vegetable: Zucchini or tomato
- Fruit: Watermelon or tomato ;)
- Song: too many, but in general I'm a sucker for sappy love songs. Barry Manilow can make me stop in my tracks, close my eyes and sway. Seriously. Judge me if it makes you feel better.
- Children's Book: The Giving Tree, by Shel Silverstein
- Laundry Soap: Arm & Hammer Plus Oxy-Clean, original scent
- Car that I owned: my black, 1987 Buick Somerset
- Outdoor Temperature: 66 degrees, Fahrenheit
- Hand Soap: Sotftsoap's Coconut and Warm Ginger
- Bottled Salad Dressing: Newman's Own Low Fat Sesame Ginger, or Cardini's Original Cesar
- Nut: Pistachio
- Seed: Sesame or Sunflower
- Ice Cream: Always love me some kind of chocolate & mint combo - Tillamook Brand rocks! But then, Schwan's Coconut Almond Fudge is pretty darn near perfect.
- Herb: a hard choice, but probably cilantro.
- Condiment: salsa
- Junk food: POTATO CHIPS
- Body soap: Dove, warm vanilla scent
- Christmas movie: The Year Without Santa Claus or Elf. The Heat Miser or Buddy - hard choice!
- Cheese: Provolone
- Paint color currently in our home: Rattler's Den
- Candy: chocolate covered gummy bears
- Soda: Diet Coke
- Carbohydrate: potato
- Font: Calibri
- Cereal: Frosted Mini-Wheats
- "App" on my Kindle: Bejeweled game
- Method of cooking vegetables: roasting
- Sleeping position: on my side
- Talk Radio Host: Dr. Laura
- Favorite thing about being a Mom: watching them accomplish something that is, for them, really hard. And snuggles, lots of snuggles.
- Possession: My grandpa's old trunk
- Photograph:
- Way to Spend My Time: Going for a drive on a sunny day with my family
I have a birthday this month. I am turning 43. For that reason, I chose 43 of my favorite things to share with you today. They are random, but they are, in part, what makes me me.
I'm sorry or you're welcome. You choose.
SUNDAY STATS:
WEIGHT GAIN/LOSS: -1.8 lbs
TOTAL WEIGHT GAIN LOSS: -26.8 lbs
FOOD: Really good choices until Saturday when there was leftover cake from end of soccer party.
FOOD TRACKING: Excellent, 6 of 7 days
EXERCISE: Pffffft!
HYDRATION: Much better this week. Go water!
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