Wednesday, September 05, 2012
Today I had one of my periodic appointments to check my weight and measurements for the research study I am participating in. I appreciate these, because the scale I have at home weighs at least ten pounds low. Knowing that, I can see how my weight is trending, but not an exact number.
I was very pleased to see that I have lost a pound since the last weigh-in (a month ago). Very pleased, because I had gained at least five pounds while I was driving all over the country taking kids to college and eating very irregularly. Since getting home, I have been working hard to lose that weight and maybe a bit more. Today's weigh-in tells me I have been succeeding, and that's enough to make anyone feel good - even if I have only lost one pound overall. :-)
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Or at least it seemed that way. Speaking scientifically, there is a very high activation energy for me to get off my behind and get out there and mow. Once I am out there, I am always glad to be accomplishing something, plus burning some calories, but getting to that point is a major hurdle. Find some socks (I always wear sandals except for mowing) put on shoes and socks, open garage door (today the recycling container somehow got caught in the door, and I was fighting with the door wondering what was wrong until it fell on the floor). Haul out mower, check oil, add gas, put on grass catcher, get out garbage bags (for the grass clippings), haul trash can outside, spray down with Off, prepare ice water, close garage door, and, finally start the engine. Trivial stuff really, but altogether it becomes such a pain.
And then, because I have always procrastinated for such a long time, the grass is way high, and it is a fight to mow it without stalling the engine regularly. Today I only mowed the relatively short part of the back yard, but it just seemed to take forever...and I only finished about one-third of the back yard.
Then I had to put everything away, came in exhausted and feeling faint and weak, and my son wanted dinner. So did I, but I wanted someone else to make it for us. :-) Unfortunately Emeril wasn't around, so I had to come up with something. Whine, whine, whine. Oh well, that's what blogs are for.
At least I burned some real calories! :-) Tomorrow I am going to plan dinner and get everything ready before I head outside.
Sunday, September 02, 2012
Today I was babysitting for my church, when one of the kids screamed out, "It's a scorpion!" and two or three others chimed in in agreement. I hurried over to investigate, hoping it wasn't a scorpion, because I have never disposed of one before, and didn't want to try with a bunch of three- and four-year olds at risk of getting stung.
Happily for me, it was only (only!) a centipede. Nasty looking, definitely inclined to sting, but much less intimidating than a scorpion. I fetched the broom and dustpan, swept it up unprotesting (I admit to being worried that it would try to climb up the broom), and handed the dustpan to my 11-year old. I told him to take it out and throw it in the grass across the parking lot from our room. Rather reluctantly, he obeyed. Relief!!!!
The last time something similar happened, it was a snake that had climbed up the grate in the restroom area. That time, my 19-year old took care of it for me. I was lucky to have a son around when I needed one - both times!
Friday, August 31, 2012
I don't know why it is that I tend to eat more when a reasonably nutritious dinner is before me than when I scrounge for myself whatever I find in the fridge. If the dinner is there, neatly on the plate, I somehow seem to act as though I am entitled to seconds and even thirds. If I am scrounging, I keep better track and (0ften but not always) eat less.
It doesn't really make sense, but I know I ate less last night when I didn't have time nor energy to make dinner than I did tonight when I had a nutritious, portion-controlled dinner in front of me. The only good thing I did tonight was resist the temptation to have dessert.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
I always used to laugh to myself when I saw or heard anything about a latex allergy. I thought it was just nonsense - heck, I never had any problems. So...day before yesterday I had some small injury and put on a bandaid. Yesterday I took it off, and noticed that my arm hurt in an area near the original injury. I rubbed it, and the skin came off - well, then it was really painful! So I, being a little slow sometimes, put a bandaid on the area where the skin had come off.
Today I took off the new bandaid and again the nearby skin hurt. I looked closer - and found a bunch of nasty little blisters all in the area where the bandaid adhesive was! If I hadn't finally figured out that I must have developed a latex allergy, I could have ended up with bandaids, followed by new injuries, all over my arms.
So now I totally believe in latex allergies. :-( And I guess I will be buying latex-free
bandaids from now on.
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