This has been a long week. My sister is torturing me with endless chattering about planning for her trip to the Carribbean in a couple of weeks…I can’t go, I’m broke and have major work project deadlines at the time of the trip. So I am left tired, bloated, pale and envious. Ah me.
Got to dress up and wear the new skirt on Sat night. Loverboy of course was no help during the predicted pre-event wardrobe mini-crisis…poor guy was rendered speechless when asked for advice on which outfit hid the tummy rolls…he just wanted to dive for cover! It was a military event so he got to wear a fancy uniform. I’ve never been in a room with so many men talking about what they are wearing…lol. Overall a good night although of course a huge multi-course meal with different wines and even port to ‘toast the Queen’.
Am trying to be a bit stricter this week on the sugar, floor, dairy, alcohol allowances. I am feeling bloated and lethargic and I think it is because the carbs are creeping up again. Also did a strict review and realised there were about 200 hidden calories a day I had not been recording, which adds up over a week - that’s like a chocolate bar a day!
Well I am heading home for dinner and then will come back to work for a few hours. I need to clear my desk this week or I swear the paper will swallow me whole. What ever happened to the paperless office?
Last night I put on the really strong control top pantyhose and tried on all the clothes in the ‘too tight’ bin. Whoohoo! Squeezed into two pair of jeans, two pairs of dress pants and a skirt. Not quite ready to wear them in public yet but I can get them on and even do up the zippers!
There is no way that I will hit my exercise goal for this month.I have been working 10-12 hour days for the last few weeks and I am just not able to squeeze in an hour of exercise every day, while also finding time to eat, sleep and do the laundry. I am doing something every day, just not for the full hour. I hope things get better next week. (OK, as I write this I can already see it is an excuse as there are at least 5 things I could do to add mini-bits of movement into the day. Geesh. Self-awareness is a bitch.)
I am not taking it down though - I will keep adding up the times and see where I end up at the end of the month.
Nasty week at work. The third, fourth, or fifth in a row? I’ve lost count. I am so tired my face is numb and that #@%& dog is whining and scratching at the door. I put him out, he whines and barks to get in. This is some doggy power play,he has forgotten that I always win because I have hands.
Loverboy is taking me to a formal dinner on Sat. I love those things. I go to a lot of them due to my job and I love dressing up for them. I have two dresses I could wear, and I bought a beautiful black skirt as another option, but I have to get a top to the cleaners and I may not do that in time. And I have a pair of shoes I have been dying to wear again…this should be fun.
Hit the chocolate and the cookies pretty hard the last couple of days, but have also had lots of veggies. I hope they cancel each other out. I really want to get to the gym this week but I just don’t see it happening. Maybe at least I will get the bag ready, just in case.
Sleepy Sunday. I am finding that the more attention I pay to eating a varied diet with lots of veggies, the better I feel. (Like that should be a surprise). Last night I took my son out for his birthday dinner. We went to a nice pasta and steakhouse place, and had a full dinner of appetizers, steak dinners and wine. I was surprised that I could not finish my entree and brought home 1/2 the steak and 1/2 the potato, plus veggies. There was a time when I could have scarfed down all that and more. I don’t think my body has changed that much, I think it is more that I am paying attention to my physical state.
All in all, a pleasant evening. He can be a good conversationalist when he tones down the sarcasm.
It looks like a nice fall day and I am torn between doing the yardwork and throwing the dog in the car and heading to the hiking trail. Well, if I go now, maybe I can do both, and then I can go into the office this evening for a couple of hours. I cleaned out my shoe closet and I now have room for 7 more pairs, so it would be smart to stay away from the mall today.
I am back to struggling to understand why there seems to be no connection between the scale, my measurements, calorie intake and exercise. This week I did less than half my usual exercise routine and have lost 2 pounds. I am about 6-8 pounds less than I was at the beginning of the summer, yet the measurements have not changed, but my clothes size has. The logic of it all is beyond me.
Friday afternoon. Yay! I am not going to Loverboy’s cabin this weekend. I am staying home to clean up my yard, plant tulips and do laundry, but mostly to SLEEP. What a week. I just don’t think I can physically face the drive.
At least I have managed to keep walking every night, even if only for 30 minutes. Ok, I admit the credit for consistency should go to the dog, as no matter how hard I tried I could not talk him out of the nightly tour of the neighbourhood.
I have tried out the new juicer and I like it a lot. It is much more powerful than the other one I had, and spins so much juice out of the veggies that all that is left is a kind of powder. Maybe I can use it to make muffins or something, since it is probably mostly fibre. Hmmm, would it add any flavour?
I have stocked up on the vitamins and am now talking almost the entire alphabet. Feeling well-preserved!
Hey, I bought a new juicer. There it sits in all its shiny glory, the highlight of my kitchen. I don’t know if I can bring myself to use it and destroy its overwhelming ‘newness’ aura.
I figured out that the track at the high school must be a 1/4 mile, based on how fast I think I walk and how long it took me to do 8 rounds tonight. It was a shorter walk than ususal, I am way too tired and it is too late to do anything serious, but the dog really needed to burn off some steam and so did I. Tomorrow night I am at a meeting probably until 10, but Wed I think I will try a walk/run/walk thing and see how far I get. Once it is safely dark and I am sure there will be no audience…lol. (The nuns forcing me and all the other fat little girls to run track scarred me for life.)
I decided to finish my degree and signed up for the first course online. (Thank you to everyone who encouraged me when I first started mumbling about this!) My plan is to go for my MBA eventually. It’s a long story, but I feel it will give me more career stability and options, even if it doesn’t result in a big increase in income over time. I work in the not-for-profit sector and people with MBA’s are generally considered to be there for love, not money! Plus I am in my forties and if it takes me 6 or 7 years to do this part-time then there is not a lot of time left to make back the expense…but there are other good reasons to do it. I am energised by this goal. I am doing all the things you are supposed to do when you set a big goal: tell people, plan how you will do it, visualise, etc. I am giving myself until xmas to really get things organized so I can meet all my other commitments while taking this on, including getting healthier, before I really dive into it. This first course should be an easy entry and it is a bit of an experiment to see how I function as a student again.
Oh boy. why can’t I just relax?
Went back to the local high school track last night and ran. Ok, for probably only about 5 minutes total. Walked for 40. But still, I ran! I am such a klutz that that in itself is a small victory. I can only do it in the dark, I don’t even want to think about anyone seeing me. But I ran!
Worked 12 hours today, and I only want to crash tonight. Poor dog is going to get a quick tour around the block and that’s it. Saturday I will take him to the hiking trail for the afternoon. Of course, being a dog, delayed gratification is not easily grasped…
I can’t seem to post that picture.
