Saturday, May 28, 2011
It's been probably a good 5 months or so since I made a good-faith effort to track, log, exercise, budget, limit, and all the other things required for a successful SparkPeople endeavor. At first I felt bad, then it got easier and easier, and now I've come back around to feeling absolute guilt. I've gained only 4-5 pounds (it seems like the same 4-5 pounds keep dis- and re-appearing), so I'm trying to be positive and I keep telling myself that's not too bad. Whether it really is or not, I don't know.
But here I am again, finally deciding to get back on track with myself. It's been 5 months of insanity, and I'm ready to get back to normal. I graduate from my Reserve Academy in less than a month, and I'm scared to death about failing, but that's really the only thing occupying my free time right now. I have no more excuses not to get with it.
Reasons TO get with it: graduating and must fit into my gun belt and uniform (my belt still fits so far, but it's really gonna suck if I have to adjust--it means completely shifting all the paraphernalia that's on there right now. What a hassle); I'm in a wedding in August and I got the dress (can we say holy boobs, Batman?? It's cute but OH MY); and I've decided to get laser lipo (probably another blog on that later. It was not an easy decision!)
So here I am. Wishing myself luck. Hoping I can do this again. I did it one time and lost 25. My goal right now is only 10 (5 is from the previous 25. lol) :-)
Friday, January 14, 2011
I haven't been on here much lately. There's been a lot going on in my life and, for the time being, I'm having a hard time keep track of tracking. I'm trying to be conscientious of what I'm eating (I ate like $h!t today, but otherwise have been fine), but there are some times when there are a million things more important than tracking every bite of food and minute of exercise.
An accidental fire completely destroyed the home of one of our deputies and his family of 5 two weeks before Christmas. They are currently living with family, but lost everything they had. They barely saved themselves and their pets. Deputy Harris is our patrol K-9 handler and his wife works in our Law Enforcement Records Department.
A week ago, our neighboring city on the Columbia River, a little town of 1500 called Rainier, Oregon, lost its police chief while he was responding to a call at a local business. In trying to prevent a car theft, he had his own duty weapon taken from him and was shot in the head. Because Rainier is such a small town, the deputies from my office (Cowlitz County Sheriff) responded to the call, as did a couple other agencies in Cowlitz County. The suspect was shot, but survived. The police chief that he shot did not, and was declared dead on the scene.
Last night, I was taking Academy classes in the process of becoming a Reserve Deputy for my office. I received a call from one of the deputies, but I couldn't answer the call in time. About a minute later, he texted me; I called him right back. He told me there had been an emergency involving the babysitter's dad and he needed me to come home right away because he needed to pick up the babysitter at my house. She's the daughter of another deputy I work with. I drove 85 all the way home (my 35 minute drive took 20 minutes).
I had barely walked in the door to the house when I received a text from my Captain's wife that Deputy Anderson had passed away, and that everyone was at the hospital. I jumped back in the car and headed toward the hospital, only to greet one of my favorite deputies at the door of the emergency room. He grabbed me, held on for a long hug, and we both simply said, "what the hell?".
Deputy Dave Anderson was only 37 years old. He died of a heart attack while playing a basketball game with another deputy off-duty.
My office is still reeling from responding to a call that cost the Rainier Chief of Police his life. His funeral procession was today. And, today, we came to the office and had a meeting to discuss the next steps, as we have lost a member of our own office--our law enforcement family, whose bonds, at times, seem stronger than any other I've experienced. I love this group dearly--I am safe, I am loved, and I know that we're all there for each other.
When is enough enough?
Monday, December 20, 2010
UGH, last week was CRAP! Too many parties, too many celebrations, and too little time at home--my husband came home Friday night so we were all over the place all weekend. Mexican food was EVERYWHERE. And I LOVE Mexican food. And I have about 3.5 lbs gained in the last 4 days to prove it.
This woman has GOT to get back on track this week. I told my husband last night, OK MONDAY IS THE START OF BEING ON TRACK AGAIN! I love you, but between 8-9pm is MY treadmill time. Enjoy relaxing without me, because, dammit, I'm getting on that stupid treadmill!
I haven't been on it in about 2 months.
Hello, Monday, I'm going to ROCK YOUR WORLD. I will NOT hang onto this weight through Christmas and the New Year. I've made it this far and I ain't stoppin' now!!!! Who's with me?!?!
Monday, November 29, 2010
Thanksgiving was great! I flew down to southern CA with 2 kids and enjoyed the week doing almost nothing, but spending it away from home and with my parents and brother. DH couldn't come because his work schedule got changed due to a new employer, so he had to miss out.
I was a little nervous when I got to my parents' house and discovered they had no food scale. I rely really heavily on mine, so I had to figure things out food-wise sans scale. My parents' internet combined with my laptop also is a nightmare, so I had sketchy online availability all week. Nervous bout #2 when I realized I couldn't live on SP all week!
I exercised one day--the first day I got there, because the weather was beautiful and my DD and dad wanted to go for a bike ride...so I jogged along (one thing nice about CA is that it rains so little at my parents' house that I can exercise outdoors almost every day!!).
I ate normally most of the days and tried to do my best on Thanksgiving. My aunt's evil mother (I say evil only because she...) made the world's best fudge. I kid you not. It tasted like See's Candy, which is an all time weakness for me. I indulged in 4 pieces, which were the size of mini cupcake cups, since that's what she put them in. BUT I had mainly salad for dinner, and small portions of everything else so I could at least taste each part of the meal.
When I got home on Saturday, the first thing I did was step on the scale, because I had been obsessing and panicking the entire week that I had gained. I hadn't felt like it, and I'd tried to be disciplined, and my clothes all fit the same, but I was scared nonetheless. My gain the entire week was .8 pounds.
And I'm okay with that.
I'm back in the saddle this week, now that I'm home, and I know I will easily lose that .8 and then more. I'm only a few pounds away from the 130s. After my mom saw me last week and hasn't seen me since I started SP, she can't remember me being as small as I am now since 8th grade, when I was playing basketball!!!!!!!! She thinks I shouldn't lose any more, and neither does my husband, but I want to try for a few more.
I knew I wouldn't lose weight (that kind of expectation for me would only lead to disappointment and failure), but I didn't want to come home much bigger. .8 pounds works for me and I'm calling it my small success after Thanksgiving.
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