Thursday, April 30, 2009
Just a quick entry; more later.
The dogs were real troopers on the plane. Everyone -- and everything -- is now in their new home. Of course, there is nowhere to cook or eat, just mountains of boxes everywhere you look.
My biggest problem right now is the kitchen. My old kitchen was literally about 3 times the size of this kitchen, and it was full. Obviously, everything ain't going in the kitchen here. But right now just trying to plow through the boxes is a challenge because there's really just nowhere to put everything. We'll figure it out, but I really do wish I could wave a magic wand and have everything in its place.
It's gonna take weeks, and I am totally exhausted. It was a grueling week of too little sleep and often not enough food. And I still need to get some food in the house.
We went out for sushi last night. Sushi 3 times in one week -- now that's what I call eating. We tried a place that is literally within walking distance from our home -- it's like a dream come true (only with 2 houses, now we can't afford sushi so often!), and it was pretty good. There's also a chocolate dipped fruit place in that little strip mall, and a bagel place. Bruegger's, so nothing really special, but maybe I'll be able to convince my husband to walk there on Sundays sometimes when the weather is nice.
And boy, we sure lucked out with the weather. It's been beautiful. The one hot day was when we were flying with the dogs. It didn't rain on our stuff.
The neighborhood seems very nice. Very quiet. Our next door neighbor is an animal lover like me, and she seems very nice. It's very walkable with the dogs, unlike some of the neighborhoods we looked at. Unfortunately our house happens to back up to a Chrysler dealer, but it's mostly screened out by fence and trees. The yard isn't fenced in yet, not completely, and that is a pain. I definitely hope we can tackle that soon!
Gotta get some lunch going. Gotta find out when I'll be able to get to a WW meeting . . .
Sunday, April 26, 2009
It has been a long, long few days -- with more to come! -- but we all arrived at our new home yesterday. Despite being drugged, Simba started meowing pretty much the moment we got in the car & didn't stop until we arrived home almost 12 hours later. He also came awfully close to clawing his way out of his carrier. Oddly enough, if I could have taken him out of the carrier, he probably would have been quieter. He did manage to hurt his eye in all his contortions, but I think it just needs a little time. I did feel sorry for the other people on the plane, but luckily we happened to be surrounded by quite a few cat lovers.
Gizmo, the skittish cat I thought would freak out, was pretty much a little angel. You'd barely know there was a cat in there. He was drugged as well, but I think he was just so terrified he just nested right into his carrier.
We also had to carry them a long, long way thru JFK to get to the rental cars -- Giz rode on one of those carts (we never used those, but this was one time I was glad they were available. I carried Simba, yowling all the way. My arms are sore today! He's a 13 lb cat.
The drive from JFK home was very long. I let Simba out of his carrier, and used the seatbelt leash we have for the dogs -- he was already wearing a harness (you have to take them out at security and walk them thru the metal detector), and he was quieter during the ride (but still let us know about it).
Simba has pretty much made himself to home already -- since my husband was already here, I was able to mail up quite a bit of stuff, and I did mail up one of their favorite beds & a mat, and he's been camping out in the new bay window. He's also been jumping down thru the railing almost 6 ft from the top to the bottom floor . . .
Giz is doing well, altho he runs under the bed sometimes. We have a platform bed, so he's never had the chance to get under a bed before. He likes to hang out on the stairs (another novelty), and curl up with me on the bed when I'm there (we rented a bed til our stuff gets here).
I logged a lot of miles this week -- pretty amazing considering my only exercise was my morning walks. I was still racking up 12,000 - 15,000 steps a day until today. I took an exercise break today. I might go out for a walk tomorrow before we leave for round 2 (got to go get the dogs).
I met one of our neighbors this afternoon while she was out with her massive dog -- quite literally, it's an English Mastiff. Which will seem pretty comical with our little chihuahuas. She seems very nice.
Quite literally our entire house is now on a truck -- even our cars! That was a first for us; they filled up the entire truck withjust our stuff, which included the cars, which they drive right in. We're still discussing where things should go here.
I did really well with healthy eating right up until we left. Actually, yesterday we just didn't get a chance to eat much. I had breakfast at the hotel -- a banana and toast with peanut butter -- then a protein bar for lunch, and another for an extremely late dinner and that was it. I was more exhausted than hungry.
The next few days will be more challenging, since I wont have a lot of time to be cooking as I'm unpacking. I feel as if I lost another couple of pounds this week, but those could go back on quickly if I'm not careful, and exercise is probably going to be somewhat sporadic for a while, too. I'll keep on trying my best, as usual.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
I could've written a blog earlier, if our computers hadn't slowed to a crawl. We actually had long periods of downtime today in between bursts of activity (they started packing us up today).
I started my day off with intervals on my treadmill, and sure enough, since my treadmill is now loaded up with boxes, that will be my last use of it in this home. That was it for my concentrated exercise today -- just 30 minutes of jogging & walking at about 15 minute miles overall. Yet I still racked up over 11,000 steps today.
I have spent the last year trying mightily to declutter my home. I have donated bag after bag of clothes and books. It seems I have still failed. And we still just own way too much stuff. Way more than we had when we moved down here. Granted, in those days we only had 2 cats (who had no beds, few toys, and no scratching posts -- hardly the cat utopia my cats enjoy today), I hadn't had a business and we only owned one computer, I hadn't started to paint. Now my home is just overflowing with books, with computers & computer paraphenalia, and so on. I'm not sure I'll ever dig myself out.
Simba spent about 5 hours meowing non-stop except when I went in there on the packers' breaks to spend some time with them. He finally did quiet down in the afternoon. Tomorrow I may try sedating them again, since the half dose we tried on Monday didn't even touch him. And maybe they'll be quieter. If we don't lose them amongst the boxes first. They can now explore all those closets they were never allowed into before.
The dogs are at the place we normally board them -- summer camp, as we call it, so they're having a grand ole time. Blissfully unaware that their day is coming, too.
Yet computers have also made this move easier. They've allowed me to find a got pet sitter, a new place to board the dogs, several groups that look interesting to join, and more.
Do I have a point? Not really. Was up way too late (for me) last night, but should get to bed at a decent hour tonight. They pack up the computers tomorrow . . . we'll be moving into a hotel for a couple of nights -- but leaving the cats at home -- should be interesting.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I had a frittata for breakfast this morning; I had the same thing yesterday. If you don't know what a frittata is, basically it's an unfolded omelette that you finish off cooking in the oven. So I get my protein and some veggies first thing in the morning.
I confess, tho: it's not what I wanted, either day. In fact, I have one last waffle to eat -- I'm gonna have that tomorrow. And after that, I'll probably indulge in some sweet breakfasts, but in a controlled manner. I bought a couple of scones at the farmer's market a couple of weeks ago and froze them. The British might roll over in their beds, but I put some peanut butter on my scones (even better -- these are chocolate scones); I find the protein takes the edge off the sugar crash.
I had my frittatas, tho, because I know I needed a healthy breakfast to power me through these busy days, and to stave off sugar cravings.
And did you see today's DailySpark? It's about whether or not you should have a cheat day. Most people say they don't, and I'm with them -- cheat days imply that you're on a diet. If it works for you, great; we all have to find what works for us.
Altho one responder seemed way to restrictive -- a slice of pizza every other month, or a bowl of ice cream every other week? That wouldn't work for me. I have pizza pretty much weekly. I usually make it myself these days, so I have control over it. Before that, I was using a healthy frozen pizza. It will be interesting after the move, tho, because there's a large Italian population in Albany, and there are plenty of good Italian places. I will be trying them out, but I'm also going to have to reign in my husband. Good thing I like pizza better than he does!
Yesterday was hard. I was tired and had way too much to do, and it didn't all get done. I'm sure today will be a repeat. I was soooo hungry at the end of the day. Was it real hunger? I think it was, although I certainly have a whole soup of emotions swirling through me right now. I only ate one extra thing that I hadn't planned: a Kashi granola bar, so no biggie there; it's just that it was already a pretty full eating day.
Anyway, there are times to indulge, and times when you just have to be strong.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Don't get me wrong, I'm in this for myself. But every once in a while, everyone enjoys a little validation from outside sources -- aside from my husband, there's really been almost nothing.
If anyone has even noticed my weight loss, they haven't mentioned it (other than slimy neighbor guy who I blogged about a long time ago) -- until today.
We've had a few interactions with the neighbor down the street. She's a single mom, but she loves dogs & she owns a grooming business. So she's stopped to say hi to Chester & Lola a few times.
She has a young daugher, who's petted Chester & Lola a few times. Nothing more than that. However, she happened to talk with my husband the other day, so she learned that we were moving. And apparently her daughter was just devastated, and has been crying about it (I'm sure she'll get over it quickly the way young kids do; she has her own dogs & the dogs at her mom's grooming shop).
She came over today so that her daughter could say goodbye to the dogs. Mind you, they've never even been here before -- which was really too bad, because Lola had a blast playing with her, and she had a blast carrying the dogs around like stuffed toys.
But the mother, who has a lot of health problems & is in so much pain, had still noticed my weight loss & complimented me on it. I'd always meant to bring her some food, because I knew she was having problems, and I never got around to it. I feel badly now, because I know it would have helped her out.
We really never know how our actions will touch other people's lives. We didn't even know each other very well, didn't know each other at all before I got dogs -- despite living on the same block for over a decade -- and yet obviously our few interactions had touched them.
I pray that her health problems resolve themselves. She is a very nice person with a very big heart, and no one should have to go through what she's been going through.
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