Wednesday, April 01, 2009
I got thinking about this yesterday as I was getting mad at my husband for not yet booking our flights. I can't do it, unfortunately, he has to g through work. It is now less than a month away, and we have to hope that they have space for 2 animals on 2 flights.
I have thought & thought about it, but I really just can't bring myself to put any of them in cargo. I know probably thousands of animals fly in cargo every year without incident, and that's how we got my first cats down here.
But as Lola sat glued to me, shivering, during a freak thunderstorm yesterday morning, I tried to imagine her alone in a dark, noisy cargo hold. As I called Gizmo in, who is also afraid of storms, I tried to imagine him in there. That leaves Simba & Chester. Chester has separation anxiety -- it's well controlled now, but I could easily see that being a tipping point.
Ok, I'm getting off the point. I realized that DH is procrastinating because it's not something he wants to deal with. Just as he's been procrastinating with the flooring. Yes, he's doing the hard work of ripping up the carpet himself, but he just ordered the actual flooring. We've owned the house for more than 2 weeks now.
It would be easy to get angry at him for all this procrastination, and while it is annoying, I have to point that finger at myself. I can procrastinate with the best of them. That's partially why my house is such a mess. How much easier this move would be if the house were already in order. I had about 5 knitting bags stuffed in closet, filled with half worked projects. And they were stuffed in there because I didn't want to deal with them.
But guess what? I had to. I think there's only one in there now that still has stuff in it. I've gone through all the others and sorted and bagged and thrown out stuff.
When it comes down to it, we only have ourselves to blame. It's tempting to lay the blame at friends, family, or events, but no one holds a gun to our heads and makes us eat. That was really brought home to me when Oprah did a show on severely obese people -- some of whom were bed ridden. I had never thought about it before, but if you're bed ridden and obese, someone has to be bringing you food. Someone is enabling you. But there is still no one standing with a gun to your head forcing you to eat.
We all make our choices, both good and bad, and we have to own up to them. It's the only way to move on.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
I always hate to say I'm in a groove, because the truth is, we're never really in a groove. Just when we think we have somthing down pat, we realize that we really don't. That something needs to be tweaked, or shaken up altogether.
And then there are just those days. Those days that no matter what you do, the usual routines/tricks/what-have-you just don't work. I had a day like that on Sunday. I was sooooooooo hungry. The odd thing was that my period had already ended -- usually my appetite goes away with my period, but not this time. I'm sure some of it was due to tiredness/stress. Too much to do, too little time.
I did the best I could, made sure I filled up on healthy stuff first, but ended up eating more than I really wanted to. Nothing awful, by any means.
Sometimes days like that are wake-up calls. Are you getting in your fruits & veggies? Drinking your water? Getting enough fiber? Enough protein? And sometimes it is what it is.
I am also literally shaking my groove thing to lose weight -- got a bunch of new exercise DVDs recently, and quite a few dancey ones. Ones where you have to shake it. I am the sort, if you couldn't tell by now, that doesn't like to lose control. Which is part of why I don't drink, and part of why I'm such a lousy dancer. To paraphrase one of the Dancing with the Stars judges, I've got the whole package (hips & butt) but don't know what to do with them! But I enjoy trying.
I don't have a big, earth shattering thought today. Just these few random ones. Hope you're shaking it up in your world, too (in a good way).
Monday, March 30, 2009
This one is, once again, more for me than anything, but you're welcome to enjoy the photos. It's a photo blog of one of the local parks I frequent. I'd planned to do a long walk at the hike & bike trail yesterday, but the Cap 10k was being run. The route didn't actually go exactly where I'd planned to park, but it was near enough that I figured it probably wasn't worth trying. Not to mention my car decided to act up again, and I ended up taking my husband's car instead.
So I headed to the park closest to me. I've been going to this park as long as I've been going to the hike & bike trail, but much more sporadically. Even though it's closer. Even though, or maybe because, it's much less crowded.
This park has a paved (now crumbling in parts) loop in its heart. I think maybe it's about 2 miles completely around the loop -- but we rarely complete it, because there are many side trails.
Unlike the hike and bike trail, the benches are few and far between. There are several places with large rocks by the side of the trail.
I went to this park for years before discovering one day that it has a creek running through it. Although it doesn't look like much in a photo, this particular spot has deep meaning for me. It is one of my favorite benches in the park -- usually no one is there. I used to go there & bring some lunch. This is where I sat the day I wrestled with whether or not it was time for Cleo, the first cat I had to make the decision for (it was).
I thought these were swans, but they're just ducks.
I was hoping to get a photo of the dogs in the bluebonnets, but there weren't any yet. Still, I got one of them in front of a prickly pear. My husband was so excited the day he found one growing wild in our backyard (yes, we're Yankees); it did eventually die.
I got a little arty. Doesn't Lola look ferocious here? She has a pretty severe underbite.
Chester has an underbite, too, but you can't see it in this photo. The woman we board him with calls him Elvis because he has this sort of sneer on his face.
And there you have it. It's a nice little park that not a whole lot of people use. People actually do ride horses in it, although I've only encountered horses once the entire time I've been going there. Even though it's surrounded by apartment complexes and a school now (it wasn't when we moved here), we still see deer occasionally there. You just never know what you might find on any given day; yesterday, it was fishermen everywhere.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
When I first heard the story about her bikini shoot, I must admit, I thought: good, there's hope that someday I'll actually like photos of myself. At first I'd heard that she started at 172, and lost 40 lbs -- and she's only an inch taller than me.
Then I found out the rest of the story: she dropped about another 10 pounds by eating 1200 calories a day for her bikini shoot, and then resumed normal eating.
Which reminded me of my disappointment on learning that Jillian Michaels drops 10 lbs before each season of "The Biggest Loser" so that she'll look better on tv -- then immediately gains it back after the show wraps.
That isn't a healthy lifestyle. I'm sure I would succumb, too, if I ever happened to be in the position of being viewed by millions of people. Well, maybe. I can be pretty darn stubborn.
Still, what kind of a message does this send out? That it's okay to "crash diet", just to look good for an event? It isn't -- it's a very unhealthy lifestyle to strive to look good for a fleeting event, and that sort of weight loss never lasts.
So maybe I'll never look great in a bikini. But I refuse to drive myself crazy to try to fit into some kind of "normal" (or abnormal, as is the case with Hollywood). I will continue to focus on healthy eating and a healthy dose of exercise, thank you very much, and I'll learn to accept the body that emerges. It may not be easy, but it's healthy.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Now, asparagus is a good weight loss "supplement". Full of fiber and potassium and a mild diuretic. But that's not my point.
Asparagus is basically a bulb. You stick the bulb in the ground, and in a few years, you get asparagus. It's really just that simple. Bugs don't even seem attracted to it -- I've had mine quite a while now, and I've never had to worry about something attacking it.
For the last few years, though, I've raised asparagus ferns. That's what happens when you don't harvest your asparagus. Not this year, though, I enjoyed some roasted asparagus from my "garden" (it's the only thing in my garden right now other than weeds; lots & lots of weeds) just yesterday.
You have to keep your eye on it, though. It can go from not ready to be picked to too ripe (and woody) in the space of a day. I have to check it a couple of times a day. Just like I have to track my food, keep on eye on portion sizes, and really pay attention when I eat.
As I said, if you leave it too long, it gets tough & inedible. If I ignore what I'm eating, I gain weight. If I don't keep up with my exercise, I gain weight. You have to be mindful.
Asparagus takes patience. Even though I have quite a few plants, you only get a spear or 2 or 3 every day or so. So it can take an entire week -- sometimes more -- to get enough for a side dish. The green bags I use for veggies do keep it from getting limp until I have enough. Weight loss takes patience, obviously. Lots & lots of patience.
I had one more thought, but I forgot to write it down and now it's gone. You get the picture, though.
I'll leave you with these quotes:
"Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing must be attained."
– Marie Curie
"You may never know what results come from your action. But if you do nothing, there will be no result."
– Mahatma Gandhi
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