Wednesday, October 10, 2012
I woke up Sunday morning with a sore throat, but not much more than that. Went out to see Michigan volleyball play at the UW Fieldhouse, which didn't help things much, as Wisconsin's ladies took the Wolverines to the woodshed, winning in three easy sets. And then I went home and went to bed. Monday? A blur. Tuesday? Blurry. I woke up feeling human today...I've spent a half hour so far on the computer (at the library, as I have no internet at home at the moment), and I feel, shall we say, ready to go back to bed. Back to full strength, I ain't. But in that lack of health, I'm also finding that there's a lot that can be done with the contents of one's cupboards, that might in other cases get ignored, or just added to under circumstances.
To explain...last night, I was feeling hungry, and well enough to venture out to feed that hunger. Maybe that wouldn't have been the greatest idea, but I never tested it. Instead, I dug assorted odds and ends out of the cabinet, and made myself a sandwich and then some. A bit of tuna, some of those spices that you get thinking that they might be interesting but never get around to using, the caraway seeded rye bread I like (1), other odds and ends, and the evening meal was made, cupboard contents gone ignored for too long were used, and I didn't do fast food that evening, however much I might have craved it. That's not to say I was entirely good, cookies as comfort food (with chocolate milk!) were imbibed in decent quantities, for which I blame the sickness.
Baseball was also consumed, on the radio, as the roommates had settled in to watch NCIS and its LA spin off by the time the Tigers game started. There was a secondary purpose to abdicating the TV last night, as instead I just curled up in bed and listened to a complete lack of offense on the part of my team - the fact that downstairs in the house, the 3g phone reception is just utterly pathetic, and upstairs, where the bedrooms are, you stand a chance of getting enough signal, usually, anyway, to interact with lower bandwidth apps such as those serving twitter. I've had a twitter account for three years. I sent out 10% as many tweets last night as I did in the previous three years. I suppose I could stand to utilize that service more widely.
I'm really hoping that by the next time I scribble on here, it won't contain any references to the plague in the present tense. 4 days of this crap are more than enough. Is it too much to ask for my lungs not to whistle every time I want to draw a deep breath?
(1) I haven't paid for a regular loaf of bread in about 5 years - the food pantry where I volunteer is next to a bakery distribution site and is always fully stocked with breads, and at the end of the week is obliged to discard those products (usually gets sent to a farm for the pigs or goats or cows), so if you volunteer on a Friday, it's open season on bread, and rye bread stays fresh enough forever (there's something about the chemistry of a rye bread that prevents, or at least severely retards the growth of mold - look it up on wikipedia!)
Tuesday, October 09, 2012
One mythical benefit of eating better that I have yet to experience is the one where your immune system gets stronger as you treat yourself better. I'd expect to result in being sick less, to being able to fight off colds when they do strike, but the evidence of the last couple days, and months, really, are suggesting otherwise. The scorecard from the last two days reads: Sniffles 2, Drugs 0, Partha minus infinity. The roommates dug out different drugs, so I'm giving that a shot, and here's to breathing tomorrow. I'd offered myself for server duty to a charity dinner on Wednesday; I'll have to remember to beg out of that tomorrow, as I'm sure the patrons wouldn't appreciate having my sniffling and coughing self anywhere near the food.
The title of this blog come from an observation I've made recently that a lot of the snack foods I do indulge in have a portion size of 170 calories. Three Oreo cookies, 170 calories. A 12 ounce can of mountain dew, 170 calories. 6 ounce serving of the yogurt I had last night, 170 calories. That number seems to be everywhere in my dietary universe.
So far, the tendency towards comforting foods (soups, etc) over the last couple of days hasn't had any downward effect on the weight. Curious how that'll be by the time I fully kick the ick. Don't recall from previous short term issues how the scale has performed. Didn't ha e this outlet to record those sorts of thought, either. We shall see.
Wednesday, October 03, 2012
And in that moment(s), chips and salsa and nacho cheese and oreos and a few pieces of Werther's candies found their way down my gullet. Why? Well, in partial defense, I actually was hungry, as it was 10 pm, and 'dinner' had been a 4 pm bowl of soup, and I'd gone to the gym thereafter. So there's a case to be made for this being a real supper sort of thing, especially given extreme night owl tendencies lately. So, maybe the chips and salsa and cheese could be considered a meal? Except the portions were a bit out of whack. And the Oreos, a desert? I mean, it would take a billion tons more sand, but there's a case to be made if I added a second 's'. But again, I snarfed 7 or 8 of the suckers, making the neighborhood about 420 calories large. Not entirely sure what I was thinking. And not sure what my stomach is thinking now, signaling as if it's hungry again now at 12:30 AM. Obviously, it has a mind of its own, which my mind is just going to ignore (this time).
The point? Pointing out to myself in a public space where perhaps I'll have the decency to feel shame about it, that bad old habits die hard (vengeance optional) and Mad Eye Moody's exhortations of CONSTANT VIGILANCE! is useful when it comes to snackages.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Pennant race baseball can be exciting or hair loss inducing (as in, when you feel like tearing it out over your team's inept defense?), but I can't complain about being a fan of a team that in recent years has been in the mix more often than not going down the stretch. The Tigers are making the blood pressure rise, though, since they were supposed to have the division wrapped up by June, and instead find themselves tied with the White Sox with a week and change to go.
In football, I'm a fan of the Detroit Lions, last year a playoff team, just a few seasons after a campaign that had the NFL's official merchandiser put a ban on people ordering a jersey with the name "Owen" and the number "16" on it. They just lost a bizarre contest to fall to 1-2, and last place in the division early on, but they share it with the Packers, who lost in even more bizarre, and certainly far more memorable circumstances, with replacement officials instantly joining Wisconsin's state Sports Hall of Shame after the Monday Night football debacle. My favorite names for that travesty are the Seattle Screwjob and the Fail Mary.
As you might be able to tell, this one's a blogging for the heck of it entry, no real reason or rhyme behind the impulse to start exercising the fingers in this particular space at this particular time. Was on the site to rest the goal down to 170, but then decided to put it at 168 for a 15 pound carrot away from the current weight. Bugs Bunny would feast for a week on that sucker. But first I have to lose it.
I'd get started on the exercise portion of the 'diet and exercise' thing, except for the little fact that in trying to do so Sunday, via playing ultimate frisbee, I managed to take a funky step, one of those little maneuvers that makes a calf go "pop!" So, needless to say, I'm moving at the pace of, say, a glacier these last three days. I can almost go up the stairs without grasping at the railing to pull myself up, but going down, that's a different story. Hopefully, by the weekend, I'll have mobility without worrying that the next step brings a searing pain to my leg.
I've been thinking of volunteering for some campaign or another (really, I have no excuse for not having done so for so long), so I finally got off the couch and wandered over to a campaign office. Did phone banking for a couple of hours, and frankly, it's tough work getting answering machine after answering machine. Land lines not getting answered in the middle of the afternoon, who knew? I did have some nice conversations with some nice senior citizens, though. Now that I've managed to get off my duff, and find the office, I think I'll try to get over there more often. I'm told that there are shifts available at the Farmer's Market on Saturdays, so I might wander over there and throw stickers at people.
One thing I realized is that even when people are at least cognizant of the top level races in the state, there's a lot of disconnect between a Presidential and Senate race (statewide contests) and the local, Congressional race, let alone state house races. I'm a reasonably politically interested person - after all, I'm going in to volunteer for a campaign six weeks prior to the election, and as mentioned above, feeling guilty for not having done so before - but I didn't know the name of the opposition's Congressional candidate until today. Even with those few people I did manage to get on the line, almost universally, they indicated that they hadn't paid any attention yet to the vacated House of Representatives seat, even if they knew that there was a vacancy there due to the incumbent running for the Senate. One person, though, an older woman, she was on top of the game, even rattling off the names of the State Assembly candidates in my district, which I didn't even know! (My only defense was that I knew who was running from where I used to live!)
Monday, September 24, 2012
Actually, because of the leap year, and because on not recalling precisely when I first logged in, that's an approximation, but I think of September 25 as the date, so that's what I'm going with. Scribbled this following note on the sept 25-oct 1 class's message board, and thought I should also record it here for posterity.
Happy anniversary to us
Sparkiversary, whatever you want to call it. Anyone reading this has been peeking at this site for about a year, as I have, and I'd love to hear your tales on how the site has affected you. Successes, challenges, whatever, it's worth telling, I think.
Me, I'm down between 20-25 lbs. The initial goal was a 25 lb decrease, and I've woken up a couple of times at that mark, but I haven't managed to make it stick for three days yet, which is my marker for something that's real and not artifact. But I'm close. It's a combination of paying attention to details, whether of caloric numbers, or fat content, etc, that this site has made me aware of, that's helped me in this particular journey, whereas earlier attempts lacked for that information, and floundered when I've encountered work difficulties, etc.
That said, I don't know for sure whether this is a permanent loss, since, while being aware of those numbers, it hasn't resulted in me really altering how I eat. Sure, there's less fast food in my diet these days, but that's driven somewhat by external circumstances, and when those change, that factor may change along with it. I still feel like I snack way too much, on the wrong kinds of things. I may feel some guilt over it, but that hasn't stopped me.
I feel like I'm liable to weight gains still, since I see that I've rapidly gained 5-7 lbs (lasting gains, as opposed to reversible sodium weight) on a couple of occasions, and slowly had to regain that ground. The fact that I'm regaining that ground (meaning, re-losing that weight) is a good sign, since it means I'm cognizant of what needs to be done, and am in enough control to re-orient myself in the right direction after lapses, some of which have been from deliberate choices of a celebratory nature.
Hadn't intended to ramble on at this length, but there you have it, me at a year after first peeking at Spark People. Feel free to share your tales of triumph or woe. This team has fallen by the wayside, but I know a few of you are still around, would love to hear how you're doing.
All in all, weightwise, a good year. I'm calling 183 lb the official one year number, for a loss of 22 lbs. I'm resetting the goal for the next year at 170 lbs, think I'm capable of shedding that, despite how badly I've plateaued over the past 5 months. Gives me something to re-focus on, if nothing else.
Weird thing is, I don't feel significantly healthier....it's a thought that I want to think about more before sharing how I feel about it, so, stay tuned if you're curious, I suppose....
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