Friday, October 12, 2012
Just need this little itching in the throat that explodes into full on coughing to go away. Haven't done any exercise all week, unless you could claim cardio from getting an elevated heart rate from watching baseball playoff games on TV. My team, the Detroit Tigers, had its series against the Oakland A's all but won Wednesday night, but let Oakland off the hook at the last possible moment. No such problem last night, what with Justin Verlander acting the ace he is, and shutting out the A's. But it's still stressful.
Think I might have to wander into the gym at some point this weekend, the excuses are past. One advantage to the ick, I seem to have forgotten about three pounds while off my appetite. By my three day rule, I can claim to have achieved the 180 lb mark, the one that I've been verging on for so long, but I'll hold off a couple more days before recording it on SP. After all, now that my appetite's back, just in time for a social weekend...
Having a bit of a weird attitude about that, and it's strange in that without the sickness, without the weight drop, without crossing that barrier that's mocked me for so long, I probably wouldn't be sweating the weekend's eating at all, I'd take it in stride, knowing that I'd just drink a bit more water Monday, get to the gym, and get back to trying to be good, foodwise. So, why the pre-game angst over what's probably just going to be a couple of slices of pizza, or a burger and beer? It's strange the things that trigger these sorts of short term....umm....to use the word "worry" here would be to overstate things.
But there it is. And, oddly enough, after I began typing this out, a couple of friends have invited themselves up to Madison on Sunday, so add another layer of stuff to whinge about.
Thought occurred to me while I was whining above....every once in a while I re-read something I typed previously, and wonder why I typed why I did, or in the tone that I did. We've all had that sort of reaction. It just seems that the stuff I type on here is somehow skewed to be more whiny than I really feel at the time. Not sure if that's because I treat this space as confessional space in terms of food and fat issues, or if it's because I tend to blog at odd hours, and that's what I'm thinking about when I should be falling asleep.
All that wondering makes me wonder one other thing - whether or not these behaviors will ever truly become a lifestyle with me, where I'll be comfortable enough to not have to worry about a couple of big meals. And I say that even after earlier having said that I usually don't sweat these big meals. Contradictory enough for you?
Bottom line is probably somewhere along the thought of, I've lost the 25 pounds initial goal, but I don't trust myself that they'll stay away, whether the 5-7 pounds I've roller coastered a couple of times during this past year, or even the entire amount. A scary thought...obviously not one that's unknown around spark pages...but a sobering thought nevertheless.
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!)
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