I booked my vacation time for the summer and I am so happy about it. I have accumulated a lot of time as I haven’t taken my full allotment for a couple of years, so this year I can take 3 weeks off, and I am doing it all at once. I have never done that before and I am really really looking forward to it.
Last night I finished pruning the wardrobe. Ugh, I now have 2 large bags of clothes for charity, I will drop them off this morning before I change my mind and reinstate anything.
Scale is showing a 2 lb loss but I am not really believing it.
It is almost June and I am where I was back in oh, March? Poufty and feeling sorry for myself. Good things:
- I cleaned out the last of the high-carb stuff (cereal and the like) that had somehow snuck into the house over the last few weeks.
- I went for a long walk last night and saw where I could go running at Sailorboy’s house.
- I started dumping the old clothes I have been saving for when I get ’skinny’. They are just taking up space and depressing me. Anyway, who would want to wear 20 year old stuff? If I get back to that weight I will want stuff a 45 year old would wear…(now maybe that’s an even more depressing thought….sigh)
Bad things:
- I got caught in the dog’s leash as he decided to charge something and wrecked my ankle again. I think it is more bruised than sprained but I am being careful. It certainly is colorful, though.
- It is really hard to eat low-carb around Sailorboy. I don’t know why - men are fattening seems to be as good a reason as any.
Hey - that’s a 3:2 ratio, to the good!
Laundry, yard work - a run - I have such lofty goals for today. Of course it is now almost noon and I have made no motion towards any of that. In fact, I am seriously considering going back to bed for a nap…lol
Spent last night sitting on a dock, watching a flaming sunset fade over the sailboats in the marina. Warm breeze, good man by my side, it felt almost tropical. It won’t last, of course, but it was a beautiful moment.
Heading out for my ‘nightly’ walk. It is already almost 11 pm and I got about 2 hours sleep last night so this will not be my most stellar effort. But dog needs the exercise so away we go.
My house is a wreck - laundry everywhere, no food in the house - I haven’t unpacked from last week’s trip. I had planned a quiet long weekend with Sailorboy on the boat, but the weather was freakishly bad (wind! snow!!!more wind!) so we packed up and headed out on a road trip. Picked up my new-to-me motorcycle, visited a few people along the way, and made it back in time to have an afternoon in the sun when it finally decided to peak out for the last few hours of the long weekend. However, again, no exercise. This is getting to be a problem, and I am getting poufier and poufier.
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OK, got my poufty butt around the track for 3 km at a 12 min mile pace except for the last .5 km when I had to powerwalk. I am happier.
Sigh. Square One Again.
After a four-day business trip to ever-lovely Vancouver, I see the scale is back up to 179. This is a result of: eating every meal out the last few weekends, including gigantic breakfasts, choosing french fries as frequently as possible, followed by 4 nights in a row of big restaurant meals while away. Add in the complete avoidance of any type of exercise and a few bottles of wine…you see the problem.
Well, I am going running tonight before I head out to the marina, and every day this week I will either run for 30 minutes or walk for 60 minutes. I won’t see much improvement in the numbers but I will feel a lot better, I know. Cause right now I feel like a giant poufy marshmallow.
Alright. Finished my taxes. Yes, I know what month it is. I am promoting the idea that time is an artificial construct and therefore deadlines are imaginary. Maybe if I start a facebook movement it will catch on.
Updates: Weight, food, exercise…blah. I will have to face the old/former boyfriend in Vancouver looking like the frumpy 45 year old I am. Please, let him have gotten bald fat and short over the last 10 years. There has to be some common ground here.
I am also trying to hook up with some family that I haven’t seen in eons. It seems like every generation scatters further and further. My grandparents, and my parents, have lived their whole lives within 50 miles of where they were born. (To be fair some of my parents’ siblings are across the country.) My generation is all over the continent, and have traveled the world…where will our kids end up?
And on a different topic…I don’t know what this means…lol…I told my sister that Sailorboy might be a ‘keeper’ and she said, “Well, remember where you are living, don’t be too picky”….?? I think picky is good, and trust me, this guy would make it through any screening process….:)
Somewhere along the line we really screwed up. If men had to go through 3-4 days a month feeling like they had been punched in the gut, barely able to stand up, the world would be on a 3 week on, 1 week off work cycle. No way would they be smiling through days like today, pretending nothing was hurting. They’d be home in their beds and hot water bottles would cost $500 and come in limited edition collector colours with chrome accents.
Last night I was one of the speakers at a retirement dinner for the director of an art gallery. It was a wonderful way to celebrate - set up in the middle of the gallery, surrounded by wonderful paintings and enjoying a meal catered by one of the best restaurants in town. And, I managed to stay almost entirely on low-carb, although I did have the blueberry custardy thingy that was desert.
I am about to bbq a steak and then head out for a long walk with animal. I was laid low by a nasty headache all day, I don’t get headaches very often, and when I do I just collapse under them. I am not sure what triggered this, but it is fading now so maybe I can get a few small chores done and then enjoy the beautiful evening.
Life is good and I am happy.
