Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Last summer, I couldn't get my favorite skorts up around my hips. On Sunday, they almost fell off my body. It was clearly time to find some new summer clothes, but I didn't want to spend a fortune. So I went to Walmart and picked out some light cotton summer dresses. I started at the Plus-sized rack, where the styles and colors were kind of ugly, but decided to risk the disappointment of the regular sized department.
Sure enough, the regular sized dressed fit me! I walked out with three cute cotton dresses in size 16/18 that only cost $10 each!
I still don't have any shorts that fit, but at least I have some cute dresses!
Monday, June 18, 2012
72 hours every week, once I take out 40 for the work week and 56 for eight hours of sleep every night.
72 hours. Doesn't that just seem like ALL KINDS of time? So why do I always feel like I don't have enough time?
Well, at least an hour of them every day goes to self-care: showering, etc. in the morning, getting ready for bed at night. So now we're down to 65. Then there is cooking, eating and cleaning--conservatively another hour a day. That's 58.
Working out is about 2 hours a day, leaving 44. 44 hours that I could be spending on craft work, reading, spending time with hubby. At this point, I bet I don't spend one hour a day doing those things, but even if I did, That would still leave 37 hours.
37 hours a week that I fear are going into the internet. Yes, there are lots of good things I get out of the internet, but there is also a lot of just plain wasted time. 5 hours a day. Almost 5 and a half.
I am addicted. I need to get this under control. The problem is that I can't just turn off the internet, because my whole job is based about 80% around using it. But I'm going to have to limit my Spark time, and close the window to that email account when I've reached the end of my alloted time. I'm going to have to close down all other social media, and keep it closed.
If I give myself 2 hours a day for playing on the internet, I will still recover 23 hours of time for other activities. Almost one full day of each week, taken back from this machine.
I have to do it.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Upon the nagging of my daughter, I went bra shopping yesterday. And you know what I discovered? I am now a band size that allows me to buy pretty bras! Now that I've accepted underwire as inevitable, I found that a whole vista of styles were opened up to me. And when I tried on ones that didn't fit right, I didn't blame myself; I realized that they were just not built for my body type.
I am not ready to entirely give up my "lie about the house" soft cups, but it's marvelous to be able to buy an underwire bra that doesn't feel like strapping a Viking shield to my chest!
Monday, June 11, 2012
Spent the weekend out of town and with friends where we did nothing but eat and stay up way too late. Relaxing, but today I'm bloated and tired and off-schedule. Still, life is about those celebration moments, and I'm glad I can go off for a weekend like this and not come back completely freaked out. Freaking out used to lead me into going off the rails. Now, I'm just thinking that I have to get back on track, first with a short-ish bike ride today (14 miles to an appointment), and then with getting up on time and getting things done tomorrow.
It's wonderful to have a "this is life" rather than "this is diet" mentality. I'm really digging it.
Friday, June 08, 2012
I forgot to mention that the other piece of advice I got from the clinic was to start riding back-to-back long rides. So yesterday I rode 22, after the 40 from the day before.
When I first got on my bike, my legs said, "Oh, you have GOT to be kidding!" My seat agreed with them. But once I got going, it wasn't so bad. I rode 8 miles to a friend's house, rode with her for 6, had dinner with her and her husband, and then rode home. She is a novice rider, though in very good shape from running, and we really enjoyed the ride. We are going to try and make this a regular thing, but can't ride again until the end of the month because her schedule and my schedule are both so crazy.
It was the perfect evening for riding: temperate, not humid, and barely a breath of wind. In fact, it was so pretty that when I got home hubby asked if I would mind going for a walk with him, so we walked a mile. I'm glad I took advantage of that couple days of perfect weather, because it won't last.
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