Tuesday, February 15, 2011
I decided to eat sensibly yesterday and I did but I sure blew it in the points category when I tracked my WW points. Close to 40 for the one day and I thought I was doing well. Too many carbs and not enough fruit, veg and protein. I'll try and do better today. That's all I can do, better each day. I did go out for a walk this morning for about a mile. Pat didn't show so I turned around and went home. I was hungry last night and wanted a pop tart in the worst way. My stomach was growling but I was good and said no. This morning, back to the raisin bran muffin. I've got to get my fruit in today.
Not much else going on.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Well I spent all year losing 8 lbs only to gain it back in a few months! I think it is time to start again. Since Christmas, I've been on an eating and traveling and partying frenzy and it is time to slow down! Why is it when you go out to a party and you have paid money, you think you have to eat your money's worth? Friday, 8 of the singing valentines from my husband's barbershop group sang for happy hour at the yacht club. Then we all stayed for dinner and the prime rib covered the plate! Saturday night was the annual Mardi Gras party and I came home feeling so stuffed, ooh! You know the feeling. Then Saturday morning after church, there was a beautiful Valentine' Brunch at the Yacht club and we took my friend Pat and my motheer-in-law. It was a beautiful sunny day, in the 50's and I again left there feeling like a stuffed bunny. I stopped at the grocery store on the way home and got a huge jar of citrucel. Then I did not eat again until about 6:00 when I had a bowl of cream of wheat. This morning it's a raisin bran muffin, a large one so probably more points or calories but I am going to track it. I am upping my fiber, fruit and veggie intake and I am going to the grocery store today and getting food for a nice valentine's dinner. May be I've reached the breaking point again! The point at which I do not want my weight to go above.
I brought some magazines home from my mom-in-laws yesterday and of course they all have diet info. One of the tips always is do not weigh. This is dumb! I have to keep that weight in front of me at all times or else I love track of it. Which is what has happened! So today I am starting over again! Later!
Thursday, February 10, 2011
I hope some of my friends read this and say hello. I'm just musing today about things. Yesterday, my grandaughter stayed with me as she had a stomach ache. You know as a 9 year old how stomach aches come and go and then you stay home from school and you didn't really need to? I wasn't real busy so I was happy to have her. I did have to go and see a client so I took her over to my mom-in-law, Grammie, at the retirement home at 10:00. Then we both had lunch with her and she showed us off to all of her friends. Those old people just love to see children come in. Then in the afternoon, I decided to help her make her Mommy a gift for Valentine's Day. I had some printable fabric that can be ironed on to other fabric so I printed off a picture of Hannah and her baby brother. It was a little smudgy but you could see who it was. Then Hannah and I found some red fabric and I had a 10 inch pillow and we pressed the picture onto the red fabric. Then I sewed a square for the pillow. I also had a scrap of fabric with hearts on it and we cut them out and ironed them onto the pillow. When her mommy came, she had a gift and Hannah was so excited. She didn't do much of it but watched the whole time so at least I am exposing her to sewing.
We ate dinner at home last night and then had to go out and buy a new alarm clock. The last one was about 20 years old and just quit. Have to get used to this thing but it has a feature where it automatically knows what the time is.
I have not paid attention to any sort of a diet for some time. I have not weighed either. I know I may have gained a few pounds back but I'm not worried or stressed about it. I know I will get back to the grind but I just need a break. I'm still trying to pay attention to what I'm eating and stop when I'm full. Yesterday at lunch, Hannah was full and stopped eating and I told her that was a good thing to learn, stop eating when you are full. And we talked about feeling stuffed at eating too much sometimes. She said she didn't feel like that but it is never too early to teach things. Eat when you are hungry and stop when you are full.
I keep reading things about people who diet all the time and continually restart and regain, will find it harder to lose the next time as the body clock resets itself. I know that is what I have done to myself. And a complete change to stick to it is necessary. And I also read the 3 body type story again this morning. I guess I am an endomorph for sure and will never be any different. My friend Pat and I had a really good walking thing going for a couple of years and we have really sluffed off. She is starting to have aches and pains and I'm not getting any younger so this morning we agreed to trudge on out at 6:30. Oh, I didn't want to. It was cold and it rained all night and I couldn't find my clothes but I knew I was not going to dissapoint her so I found some ridiculous looking short mid-calf stretch pants to put on and my husbands tights under them, a sweatshirt and t-shirt and threw on a coat and gloves. I needed every bit of that. When she saw me coming she thought, "what is she wearing?" When my husband tells me that it isn't cold outside, I know that means put on all the clothes you can find because it is really freezing.
One of these days I am going to finally download the pictures from Niagara Falls and post them on here to share. We had a fabulous time and it will show in the pictures. I really need to get going as I have some work things to do so later.
Saturday, February 05, 2011
I've decided I've been so busy with extracurricular activities that the diet is blown out the window and haven't weighed this year. After we returned from Niagara Falls on Sunday (I still intend to share that with you) I have been on roller skates catching up with business, family, and everything else. Yesterday, after the first friday coffee of the Chamber of Commerce, I drove to a client's home to leave a light fixture only to find her not home. Then I drove back to my home. A few minutes at the computer updating some business things that needed to be attended to and then nap time. I hadn't slept much the night before. Then up, finished a few bill paying efforts and then I decided that I was just taking the rest of the day off. I ventured into my sewing room and tackled the second quilt block from Patriots and Petticoats, my Block of the Month. Finished it in about 2 hours and just enjoyed myself immensely. I cut one of the fabrics wrong and didn;t have enough so I learned the art of piecing some triangles and substituting a different fabric for the center square. I even like it better than the one that was supposed to be there.
I'm about to go back in there this morning and clean up the place. It needs it. But I've been spending time watching a video on nbc.com about Vanessa Williams searching for her roots! It was fascinating and a perfect intro to black history month. What is a white middle aged woman doing celebrating black history month? THat is another story.
Anyway, if you didn't get a chance to watch the new NBC show, Who do you think you are? Watch it on www.nbc.com and look for the Vanessa Williams episode. So interesting. Ties in with my interest in slavery and the Underground Railroad Quilt I made for my friend Pat. I think I'll write a story about it and send it into to Reader's Digest. Who knows?
Got to go. I'm anxious to get into that sewing room and get it organized!
Monday, January 31, 2011
Last year on Sunday, January 31st, 2010, I wrote a blog that I am reposting today. I woke up today to an article in the paper from the son of one the deceased airman. I had brought back a lot of memories so rather than rehashing, I'm just posting it again! Thanks for reading.
"Exactly 19 years ago today, (Jan 31, 1991) a C-130 went down over the waters of Kuwait. I had just taken on the duties as a Mortuary officer in support of operation Desert Storm and a plane crash was everyone's worst nightmare. Little did I know that my own worst nightmare was about to happen. That C-130 was down over the water with 14 men on board and no chance for a search and rescue because it was down in enemy territory. Even worse for me, the plane was from Hurlburt AFB, Fl, a mere 5 miles from where I lived. My husband had been stationed at Hurlburt before leaving the Air Force and we still lived nearby. I thought," OH, my God, I might know someone on that plane. They might go to my church. I might know people in the squadron." As we 10 mortuary officers were being briefed about our duties. I just broke down into tears. I didn't want to do this . I didn't want to be there. One of the other Majors took me to the snack bar where I sat with tears streaming down my face. He said, "Carol you have to get control of yourself." And I just said I dont' want to. I didn't care how many people saw me or how much of a spectacle I was making. I just couldn't stop the tears from flowing. It was just too close to home for me. Another plane from another base would have been different but this one...... Eventually I pulled myself together and went back to the mortuary unit where I could hear others whispering, is she all right?
In this particular instance, as a mortuary officer, we are responsible for helping the families with their funeral arrangements. By the time we talk to the families, they have already been notified about the situation. In this case, the airmen were listed as missing in action as there was no search that could be conducted. We were each given 2 or 3 families to work with and I was given 2 single airmen whose families lived out of state and another airmen whose wife lived in my hometown. The awful part to me was that I was forever connected to these families and their situation for the rest of my life. I didn't want anyone to know that I lived there and that I owned a successful business. The only way I could handle it was to completely divorce myself from anything personal and just be a military officer. I had to squash my own feelings and just perform my duties as required. Years later that would come back to haunt me.
Until another day.
Get An Email Alert Each Time 4DOGNIGHT Posts