Monday, December 02, 2013
Writing a novel in a month is like taking an exciting adventure through my own subconscious. What a weird and wonderful journey it was!
But I'm back and taking the first baby steps toward getting my eating back on track. Popcorn is no longer okay for dinner. Sucking back coffee until my eyes vibrate, also not so good.
I started my first Monday in December with a mocha, and then switched to green tea and had fruit salad for breakfast.
I hope everybody had a Happy Thanksgiving! I sure did.
Saturday, October 26, 2013
I'm a cheerful morning person, but one thing I don't deal well with first thing in the morning is change. Since I haven't logged in for a while, this is the first time I've seen the new start page; I will reserve judgement until I've had my coffee.
I got in an extra 500+ steps yesterday beyond the recommended 10,000. That's because I had to drop off my car to get the winter tires on and I didn't see any way of getting a ride to work. Work is roughly 3 miles from the auto shop, so I figured, what the heck, that's not a hardship, it's good exercise. Clearly it was good exercise, I slept better last night than I have in a long time.
My eating had gotten pretty out of control over the last several weeks, and I knew that plunging right back in to a very different diet again would be a mistake. So this past week I've just recommitted to having a good Eat to Live breakfast. The rest of the day I just try not to be too unreasonable. It's working beautifully, and I even seem to be dropping weight (more on that later). I figure I'll allow myself a full month of this just to set the habit, and then I'll move on to lunch.
This morning I'm having a huge salad with fruit, vegetables, nuts, and seeds. I added a bit of lemon juice to keep it fresh. I added cinnamon, but that isn't quite working as well as I hoped it would. It needs something a bit less bitter. Oh yes, and dried currents, just about 1tbs.
I'd better get cleaned up and dressed. I have social obligations today; I'm meeting 2 different groups in restaurants. I'll have coffee with the first group, and lunch with the group meeting in the ETL-friendly organic place for lunch.
Thursday, October 03, 2013
It is a bit of a conundrum, but living just for today means starting fresh every single minute, but it doesn't really have anything to do with starting over. There is no step 1 to go back to. Each new day is the beginning of an opportunity for a new reality; you can't go back because all that exists back there is a memory of what happened before. Memories can be helpful or unhelpful, but otherwise they have nothing to do with who you are right this minute. If you want to be a pirate, then put on a pair of tall boots and a hat and walk with a swagger, that is, provided you aren't Jack Sparrow's old shipmate Larry the legless pirate.
Speaking of such things, and to be totally random, my favorite character in the PC movies is the bald dwarf. At the start he would get blown off his feet by the massive guns he preferred to wield, but as the story progressed he got better. He never gave up on the image he preferred to hold of himself, and eventually he became that image.
Even just last year I was still using my arms to drag myself up the stairs to bed at night. I have talked enough about the circumstances that left me in this condition after a lifetime of extreme strength and good health. Needless to say I didn't want to hold onto this image of myself, so I signed up for a triathlon, and started training. I bragged a bit about being in training. Last year I had to use a walking stick to finish the the "run", but I did it. This year I didn't need the walking stick, and I even jogged a little. Now I consider myself in constant training as a triathlete. I walk up the stairs of my house multiple times a day now, and I don't even break a sweat. I created a new reality for myself, but I had to work from where I was, not from where I started. That woman of extreme good health and strength is a memory, and an ideal. The woman I am now is living every minute to bring to reality a new image of a woman who can run up those stairs.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
I'm a shopaholic. I keep trying to deny it, but when something upsets me I go shopping online. It starts innocently enough. For instance. Dad passed away. I ended up with his herringbone Harris Tweed sport cap. He wore it all the time. Now suddenly, out of nowhere I "need" a Harris Tweed sport coat to go with it.
I don't really need a coat of any kind. What I need is to wait out the pain of my grief over my dad's passing. But it does feel like the sport coat would make me happy. For right now I need to get away from shopping sites. Right now, today, the computer is for work and for writing. There is no online shopping site.
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