Sunday, July 15, 2007
"Crate to 1K"
~1 mile walking, 3 blocks chasing squirrels, 1 mile walking.
Rest: Make human carry you 1 block.
~Swim in ornamental fountain in the park, fail helplessly at the side when you want to be fished out, vigorously shake water all over your rescuer.
~Make beeline for nearest patch of grass and throw down. Roll in grass, dirt and leaves.
~Play jumprope with human by running in fast circles around human's ankles.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
I began my new life as a fit person 28 weeks and 3 days ago. I'll cut right to the chase.
Weight down 84 pounds.
Waist down 8 inches.
Hips down 9 inches.
Chest down 8 inches.
And down five sizes.
This is a day of reflection for me.
I skipped walking the dog due to the heat, opting instead to go grocery shopping with my husband and have lunch where ever he wanted to. He chose fried chicken, but after looking at these numbers, I'm okay with that!
Thanks to all of you who have sent well wishes my way.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
I have yo-yo'ed my whole life, and have always been heavy.
This weight loss is one of three major weight losses I've had in my life, each one being bigger that the last.
I never learned HOW TO EAT, and never learned what consistent exercise meant.
Last time I was in my 20's and lost seventy-something. I don't remember the exact pounds lost, but as of today, I have hit the 80 mark.
This time, in what I knew was my last ditch effort to save my own life, I have spent more time researching ways to succeed than ever before. I knew I would not be just "dieting" this time. I would have to change everything... change my whole life.
I have learned more about HOW TO EAT and how to have a fit, healthy, active lifestyle. Sparkpeople has been instrumental in educating me, when no other diet program OR EVEN MY DOCTOR would. I have found every tool I needed for success right here.
The weight is over.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
My walkie-talkie crackled as I walked across the nursery yard, rolling up my hose for the day. It was the front-end manager, Carter, asking me to meet him in the parking lot.
My first thought was that someone had crashed into my precious truck.
I responded that I'd be right there, and walked into the greenhouse toward the parking lot.
As I passed the cashiers, one of them called out to me, "It's just a flat tire."
Oh no. The tires on my truck are huge. The last thing I wanted to do was change one.
I walked through the automatic sliding glass double-doors, and saw Carter standing in the middle of the parking lot, next to a small car, holding his walkie-talkie. Mark, the loading dock attendant, stood there as well, along with the car's owner. The car had a flat tire. All three of them looked at me helplessly.
Somewhat comical, that neither a middle aged, barrel-chested guy like Carter, nor a strapping young buck like Mark, could figure out how to deal with this crisis.
Personally, I feel that everyone should know how to change a tire (women included), but in my mind, this petite housewife was just about off the hook for doing this task herself. Tire changing is not part of girl-culture, we don't get taught that stuff. We get taught how to stir gravy and put cookies on the baking sheet. The message in our society, and in most of the world, is that girls don't do that stuff. But, everyone at work knows that I drove a wrecker for many years, and I have changed hundreds of tires. So, they called me.
Luckily, changing tires on a small import is just like playing with blocks... it's hardly a challenge. But Carter kept explaining to me, over and over, why he wasn't able to do it, as if I needed reassuring that he was really male. The younger man offered no excuses, he just watched passively, with the woman; and when I rolled the flat tire toward him, I was hoping he'd take the cue and put it in the trunk of the car; but instead he balanced it gingerly between two fingers, trying not to soil his hands. This is our loading dock attendant? This is the guy who loads heavy trees into trucks? I had a Niles Crane flashback as I grabbed the flat from him and tossed it into the lady's trunk.
As I walked back into the greenhouse, it occurred to me that I haven't changed a tire in three years.
Except last time, I got a tip.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Our plane touched down at around eight this morning, ending our nine day anniversary tour. Somehow, we located our car in the satellite parking lot and heaved our luggage, one more time, into the back.
With bloodshot eyes and Starbucks in hand, we drove to the kennel to pick up our doggie. She charmed everyone by wiggling all over the place enthusiastically, and my husband managed to smile wearily while signing the bill.
Apparently, my inlaws (a.k.a. the people who were watering my garden while we were away) didn't KNOW we were away... my husband SWEARS they were told several times. Looks like I lost a Peach tree and my gorgeous Tassel Fern, and all the pretty annuals in my deck trough. Could have been worse... at least the place didn't burn to the ground.
Did I mention how nice it is to be home already? At last, I have a real computer, and a reliable connection. At last, I can accurately track my nutrition. I'm definitley a SparkDork, I take so much comfort in tracking my numbers. And I'm also happy to report that I will not be called upon to eat dessert again until... maybe Thanksgiving! Long live fat-free yogurt and flax meal!
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