Sunday, October 11, 2009
Packing is always a bit of a torture. I don't know how my husband does it -- he hasn't even started yet, and we're leaving Tuesday! I've been packing for about a week. I always try to start with what I think is the bare minimum, but inevitably, it's still too much.
It isn't even the clothes. It's the shoes, the books, the workout clothes, the food. For instance, I'm bringing some oatmeal with me. I've really gotten into what I call my Reeses cup oatmeal -- oatmeal with 2 tbsp peanut butter (yup, you read that right) & 1 tsp dark chocolate chips. Love it; eat it almost every morning.
I got to thinking about those chocolate chips. Do I really need them on a 2 week vacation where I'm pretty sure to indulge, at least somewhat? Those little things can really add up over time. So I tried my oatmeal this morning with just the PB. It's not the same. I haven't decided yet. It may really just come down to how much space there is.
Then there are the shoes. I'm bringing my running shoes, altho I don't know if I'll run. Depends on how exorbitantly expensive the health club at the hotel in Prague is (I already know that it costs extra, but haven't been able to ferret out just how much extra). I'll bring my Clarks black shoes, which have a bit of a heal so my jeans don't drag -- but aren't the most exciting shoes in the world. But I can walk in them pretty comfortably (my running shoes aren't real warm, and right now the weather doesn't look so hot).
I really wanted to bring a nice pair of shoes, too. I wanted to bring the little half boots I just got, but I seriously doubt I'll be able to fit them in.
And I haven't yet picked up my books at the library . . . I'm so hoping they'll be paperbacks, but I know the odds are against it. I really don't think I have room for 2 hardcovers!
I will work it out, as I always do, I know.
Friday, October 09, 2009
How often have you thought that? Said it? Wailed about it? Or it's only half a pound, or quarter, etc.
I remember something someone who lost over 100 lbs said -- she lost it one pound at a time. It's always stuck with me. Every amount, no matter how small, can add up. It's only when we can't see the forest for the trees that we start saying "it's only a pound".
I was thinking about this as I was driving around doing errands today. Fall foliage is in full swing, if not quite at peak yet. It didn't seem as pretty to me driving around as it often does on my walks (or maybe that was just the gray, drizzly day speaking to me).
And then I realized: when I'm walking, I'm not looking at several trees altogether. I'm glorying in the splendor of one single tree at a time for the most part. The trees that look like they've been set on fire, they're so colorful. The multitude of colors carpeting the grass that are making me just itch to pick up a paintbrush again (and yet I haven't).
And I thought that our weight loss is like that, too. We definitely don't see the forest for the trees. We don't realize we've changed until our pants come sliding off. And that's a pity.
It's all about really being present, I guess. Which is so hard, when there are a million different tasks pulling us in a million different directions. I keep working on it. I know if I'm not present, I'm only half living my life.
Thursday, October 08, 2009
. . . just not my weight!
Anyway. We had a VERY windy day yesterday. I was on the couch watching some tv with the dogs at 8 pm when the power goes off (DH was at a work meeting -- naturally). Luckily, we sprang for a generator not too long ago. After several ice storms when DH was powerless for days last year, and talking to one of our neighbors, we did it.
We'd talked about doing it in Austin, but never got around to it. It was a great test -- came right on after a few seconds, like it's supposed to. Powered the things it's supposed to (fridge, microwave, heat, some of the downstairs lights). One downside is that it's loud, basically right below our bedroom window, and we didn't get much sleep -- plus I hadn't slept well the previous night, either.
I don't know when the power came on, but when I got back home a bit after noon today it was back on. Woohoo! I'll actually be able to make the spaghetti to go along with the large pot of spaghetti sauce I've got going in the crockpot (there's a couple of outlets in the kitchen the generator powers -- but not the stove).
So I am tired, and behind on my reading. But I'll be able to get my strength training in this afternoon. I've been packing steadily for the last week, but it always seems like at the last minute I end up making difficult decisions. We'll see. Like where to put my food and books.
As to my weight, it seems a little bit stuck. TOM is roughly a week or so away -- which might explain the munchies I've been getting lately. I'm sure the pretzels & tortilla chips I sucked down after my "long" run yesterday (read: 3 miles) didn't much help. Or the sodium from the frozen pizza because I was too tired to make dinner (but thankfully DID get the spaghetti sauce ready so all I had to do this morning was stick it in the crockpot and turn it on).
Sometimes my appetite just doesn't cooperate with the best laid plans.
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Yesterday I got quite a bit of unplanned exercise in addition to my planned exercise. I went to the mall, shopping to fill in some of the wholes in my wardrobe for my upcoming trip -- and thankfully found THE perfect tshirt to go with my new sparkly blazer. I spent 2 hours shopping, wearing 2" heels. And then I spent another hour grocery shopping -- this after having taken the dogs for an hour walk, a bit longer than usual because I knew I'd be leaving them a good long while.
Got home, relaxed, did some chores, then did a half hour of Pilates. Then took the dogs out and spent about half an hour raking. I haven't raked in about 25 years. When we first got married, we lived in a condo so we didn't have to do outside work (but we did have to shovel the walk). And we didn't rake in Austin, which is actually weird because some trees still do lose their leaves there & we had a couple. But we just let the leaves sort of go under the bushes there.
I actually enjoy raking. The weather is so lovely (not today, but it was yesterday, which is why I chose to do it yesterday). I always hated bagging the leaves, though. You just never knew what you might find. So my husband came along with the leaf blower and finished up while I made dinner. And then I took the dogs for a short walk after dinner.
A few years ago, despite exercising regularly, a day like that might have killed me -- carrying an extra 30 pounds with you everywhere is tiring. But not now. And I'm not sore this morning, either.
Exercise is about so much more than burning calories or toning your body.
Monday, October 05, 2009
It's a cool, brisk fall day here. I love this time of year. It's been a long, long time since I experienced a northeast fall -- and I realized today while I love it, I truly didn't miss it all those years in TX. I always said that, of course, but now I know that it's true. As Sheryl Crow sings, "it's not about having what you want, it's about wanting what you have".
And I realized that applies to food, too. I can remember when I first joined WW, a long, long time ago, I thought I would be happy if I could just have a Snickers bar once a week. I still love Snickers bars, but I almost never eat them and I don't miss them.
Part of the reason is that I have some sort of treat every day. It could be something really simple like a cup of hot chocolate on a brisk fall day, or more elaborate like a cupcake once or twice a week. I eat pizza, I eat potatoes, I eat pasta. Everything in moderation.
One of the reasons we so often fail is because we're so restrictive. We think we have to give up everything we love to be winners. And the truth is we can have what we want, in moderation, and by simply practicing that moderation, we may find that we don't miss what we thought we couldn't live without.
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