Monday, June 04, 2012
People ask, at times, what the best bit of workout gear is. And, inevitably, somebody mentions some obscure bit of Danish technology that makes your hips go sideways while an awesome kick-bun song by some band I've never heard of plays, as your metabolic rate is measured in metric doodads and your heart rate is calculated to the nearest nanosecond.
I may be a geek, and even a fitness geek, but I am not that obsessive.
Wanna know my best bit o' workout gear? Aside from comfortable sneakers, decent clothing with pockets that I can close (so I don't lose my house keys), the iPod holder thingie that goes around my bicep and my pedometer - you're lookin' at it.
Yep, it's even zebra-striped, too.
Oh, it's so easy, you know, to look at a grey sky and sheets of rain coming down and think - I don't wanna go out there.
Yet we go when we need groceries.
We go when we need to go to work.
We go when someone needs to be picked up.
We go when there's a concert or a game or a worship service we want to attend.
We open up that umbrella and we go!
So why the hell can't we go when it's about our own health and well-being?
Calories don't care if it's pouring out.
Salt doesn't give a damn if you're getting rained on.
Carbs do not look at your plastered down hair and laugh at you.
So why do a few raindrops - or even a lot - make so many of us lose our resolve?
It's silly, you know. When you really think about it, I mean, c'mon!
You are not so sweet that you will melt.
Wet feet and wet hair do not make you sick. Germs and viruses do. But wet feet and hair do make you feel uncomfortable, so - here's a wild idea - change clothes and dry your hair when you get in from your walk.
And then maybe you can add dry socks to your favorite pieces of workout gear too, eh?
Quick change of subject -- !
I mentioned interviewing in my last entry.
The process continues.
Job #1 - I had an in-person on 5/23 and am waiting to hear. I am not pushing them as this is not my first choice job.
Job #2 - I had an in-person on 5/30 and am waiting to hear. I am also not pushing them as they are a close second to #3.
Job #3 - I sent in a writing sample on 5/24. They liked it. I now have an in-person on 6/7. Hence I am not pushing anyone else until at least 6/8 or beyond.
Anyway, that's the scoop on that stuff.
In the meantime, it's kinda damp and nasty here.
So I get to use one of my favorite pieces of workout gear. Yay!
Monday, May 28, 2012
Today's song is for all of the job prospects I currently have.
I have three lives ones. And I mean, really live ones. As in, I've had phone screens with all three. And I had an in-person with one, there's an in-person scheduled with the second and I submitted a writing sample for the third.
And - yeehaw - these are all actually what I want to do. What I concept.
So, we'll see.
Trying not to be too weird about it. Trying not to get my hopes up too much. Trying not to set myself up for, perhaps, a nasty fall.
So, we'll see.
Anyway - weight stuff - argh - forget it. Not gonna talk about that. I have had some major issues with what is likely menopausal sleep issues rearing an ugly head. Lovely. Because I just NEED to go through my days like a zombie, unable to really smack the hell out of exercise and burn calories. 'Cause, you know, I can just sit around all day long.
Anyway - last week was freakishly full of job search stuff. This week promises to be more of the same. Of course that's all another reason for me to be beat. Oh and there were car issues. Expensive ones. And an anniversary celebration (we hit 20 years of married life) that went awry, due to said automotive issues.
So, 50 years is gold. 25 years is silver. Apparently, for your 20th wedding anniversary, the traditional gift is auto parts. Who knew?
I'll let you know how the week goes.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Welcome to the blog of someone who's gained every week for the past 6 weeks.
Or, welcome to the blog of someone who only gained 7.2 pounds during that time period, who fits just fine into the same clothes as before.
Welcome to the blog of someone who's over 220 again for the first time since February 2nd.
Welcome to the blog of someone who should be walking more.
Welcome to the blog of someone who walks every day, for 80 minutes, with few rest days.
Welcome to the blog of someone who should be lifting, what, 60 pounds every day? 80? 100?
Welcome to the blog of someone who lifts 45 pounds every single morning, without fail.
Welcome to the blog of someone who really should be eating, what, 1600 calories every day? 1400? 1200? No one seems to know, not definitively, anyway.
Welcome to the blog of someone who eats 1600 - 1800 calories per day, every day, without fail, and has since January 9th.
Welcome to the blog of someone who's over 220 pounds.
Welcome to the blog of someone who's lost over 120 pounds.
Welcome to the blog of somneone who feels sorry for herself, who mourns her lost opportunities and missed chances, who, chop chop! just isn't doing this fast or well enough.
Welcome to the blog of someone who knows that setbacks are temporary, but this change is permanent.
Monday, May 14, 2012
So here's a somewhat decent pic of m'new haircut. :)
I tell ya, I need a vacation.
Which is good, seeing as we are leaving day after tomorrow. We'll have the laptop but we'll be sharing it, so access will be spotty.
In the meantime, everybody and his brother has decided to call, which of course interrupts everything and then I lose my train of thought. And they all seem to be in perpetual hesitation mode.
You know what I mean - you get some weird blow by blow description of something you don't give a damn about. E. g. "Oh and I saw the neighbors today. Suzie was wearing a pink blouse. And Amy was wearing a white one. And Terri's was blue. Or was it green?" Pause. "Maybe it was blue-green? Wait, I'll check."
Argh! No! DO NOT CHECK! I DON'T CARE!
Or I get decisions on the other end of the line that are s...l...o...w, as if they were somehow momentous. "Yes ... send me ... a ... resume."
"And ... send it ... by email."
Er, I was planning on that, 'cause semaphore takes too long.
Yeah, I need a vacation.
Cape Code stuff, which mainly will involve walking, bringing breakfasts, lunches and snacks (dinners will be out) and generally getting better acquainted with the hot tub and spending time with the dude.
I need it!!
"Wait ... the ... hot tub ... is ... hot. No, wait ... it's ... kinda hot. No, wait, ... I'll get ... a ... what's it called again?"
Thermometer! And don't bother! Argh!!!
Yeah. I need a vacation.
Monday, May 07, 2012
I've had a rather full week.
It started off kinda meh on Monday and Tuesday, and then suddenly I got a notification that I'd be interviewed at a rather large financial servies/insurance company on Friday. Hence I had to change a hair appointment to Thursday, which I did.
Hair dude gave me a fab cut. So I go. I was almost late and - get this - I ran through the streets of Boston, in ballerina flats, to get to the interview on time. This, I am able to do! I must've looked a little silly, trench coat flapping behind me. No matter. At least I could do it, eh?
And it looks good, yanno. I am not trying to get my hopes up, or otherwise risk jinxing it. So kindly forgive my vageness. But there is naught to report yet, not really. But it felt good. It was also the first in-person interview I've gotten for this job search. So even in that manner it's something of a victory.
Turning to sports - quite literally.
I ran my (egad, is this right???) 28th 5K race. I finished in 46:02, which is not so great for me. I've only been slower 5 times. Two of those times, oddly enough, I was a good 40 pounds lighter than I am now. For one of them (my first 5K), I was 20 pounds lighter than I am now. This is also my second-slowest time for this year (the first 5K of the year was 21 seconds slower). I was overdressed and hot, and splashed into puddles in an effort to cool off my too-hot feet.
This was a charity race, for Miles for Hope (Brain Tumor research). They gave out medals for top finishers in each division. The divisions were tiny, e. g. women 45 - 49, rather than women 40 - 49. But that's okay.
And I came in third in my division (out of four). So I got a medal! W00t!
It's weird. I know my time could have been considerably better, and it has been. I know that I was hot and that slowed me down. I know that a goodly chunk of the people doing the 5K were walking it. I know that the division was somewhat artificially kept small. I know that this is a lot more like the Participation Generation, where people get rewarded for just showing up.
I know all of that, yet I don't care. I got a medal!!
The last time I got any sort of a non-finisher award for anything athletic was when I was 11 years old and attending horseback riding camp. We had shows at the end of the year and ribbons were given out. I placed fifth (it's a pink ribbon) out of six. Even the gal who was in sixth got a ribbon (the Participation Generation goes back to the summer of 1974, apparently).
I cannot begin to tell you how much silly pride I have in this medal. And how good I feel about not only running this, the 28th 5K, but also about running through Boston in ballerina flats to get to an interview on time.
Life has changed. Neither of these things would have happened a scant five years ago.
I am a new person.
And I've got a medal!!!!
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