Friday, February 24, 2012
I told Myself I was really too tired, and my back was threatening wonkiness.
I told Myself that tomorrow is a Saturday and there's lots of time for working out.
I told Myself that I really didn't have time.
Myself kept yelling back, "I WANT A WORKOUT!!!!"
So I finally gave in and gave Myself one. A really good one, as it turns out.
Myself is kind of bossy, but she's usually right.
Friday, February 24, 2012
I've read several books on getting your house cleaned and organized. They universally suggest focusing on one room at a time, and for just a small part of the day.
Naturally, I attacked the living room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, AND master bedroom.
Now admittedly, none of these rooms were in truly disastrous shape. It was clutter and dust more than anything for the living room and dining room. The bedroom had some junk, but most of it was easy to find a home for. And the bathroom just needed cleaning (don't they always?!). Still, it took about three solid hours of work. But now I have all my main living spaces looking neat and uncluttered, just the way I like them, and they will stay that way for the next 10 days!
That being said, I haven't actually worked out today, and my back is telling me that my ambition is about done for this day. So I am taking a break in the hopes that it will decide not to go out after all and I will be able to get in at least a little cardio.
Tomorrow the real work begins: I have to attack my office. It looks like a Tornado Alley trailer park right now. And it needs more than just cleaning up; I need to think about properly reorganizing it so it's not so prone to getting this messy. It's probably a two-day job all by itself.
Someone pointed out that with hubby gone I could put on whatever music I wanted, as loud as I wanted, while cleaning. So I did. I dug around to find my favorite music of all time: Beethoven's Piano Concerto No. 5! I listened to the whole thing twice, and it did my spirit good. Tonight a girlfriend is coming over to have dinner and watch Gilbert and Sullivan operettas: The Pirates of Penzance, and Iolanthe. Or maybe The Mikado. It's going to be much fun!
Friday, February 24, 2012
Hubby is leaving this morning for 10 days out of town, so I have the house all to myself. I am planning to use this time well! Every once in a while, moderation requires a bit of a shakeup, so there is going to be a combination of 10 days of house cleaning and reorganizing (just a couple hours a day) and 10 days of changed-up workout and diet.
I've been in a bit of a rut, what with being sick for the first half of the month. Time to rattle my own cage a bit!
Thursday, February 23, 2012
They got me in the grocery store: Girl Scouts. Those hopeful, smiling faces. How could I resist?
I limited myself to two boxes: one Samoas and one Tagalongs. I brought them home yesterday. There are only five Samoas left today.
But *I* haven't eaten a single one. Hubby has mowed through these cookies at an alarming rate. I feel sort of bad, because I led him into temptation. He has a sweet tooth, but usually more control than that! But I forgot that he's just gotten over being sick, and he is more likely to overindulge then.
A friend just called to ask if we wanted some GS cookies. I wrestled the phone away from him, yelling "No!!" He sheepishly agreed that I was right.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
I wore the same sunglasses for 26 years.
Not the same kind of sunglasses. The same sunglasses.
And this was not a pair that lived in the car and were only worn while driving. I wore these glasses camping, kayaking, biking and skiing. They went with me to the neighborhood park, national parks, and amusement parks. They were perched on my nose during an Alaska river trip at the moment when I realized that I was pregnant with my first daughter.
She's getting married next spring.
Are these glasses some expensive pair of Ray-Bans that I've obsessed over? Nope. Are they such a gorgeous pair of glasses that I can't bear the thought of losing them? Uh-uh. They are a pair of Uvex tinted safety glasses that cost me a princely $9.95 at the eye shop in our local grocery store in Fairbanks, Alaska. Ferrett regards them as the ugliest sunglasses he's ever seen--he told me once that he admired my self-confidence in continuing to wear them.
So why do I keep wearing them? Because they do everything I need in a pair of sunglasses: they are large and wrap close to my face. They continue at a right angle to protect the side of my eye. They even have a brow ridge. My eyes are basically sealed away from the dust and pollen that drive me crazy and ruin my day. I love them with all my heart.
But a quarter century of wear takes its toll on a pair of shades. And it's gotten to the point where I put them on and it's like looking through fog. It's hard to give them up, but it's time to hang them up. So after shopping around, trying a few other styles, and thinking about it, I've purchased replacement glasses.
Another pair of Uvex glasses exactly like the ones I've been wearing.
Yeah, they aren't glamorous. But they do the job I want them to do. Today I wore them for the first time, riding my bike for 12 miles. I'm just as comfortable, but without the feeling that I'm squinting through haze.
The old pair? They're still in my bike bag. They got to go along with me on the ride. I will have to find a place of honor for them. They're old friends who've been with me almost half my life. That's a long, long time.
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