Sunday, April 01, 2007
I am a Landscape Designer. I make my living making gardens.
I am blessed to be a Landscape Designer. There could be no higher calling for me.
My job is wonderful in every way, mating science to art.
The soil is my canvas; I paint with leaves, bark, and flowers. I work in natural light, and mix colors, textures, aromas, and sounds. I create rooms without walls, I frame pictures you didnít know you owned, and evoke forgotten memories on gentle breezes. I can calm your emotions or excite them, without ever meeting you.
Step into my space.
I am a Landscape Designer. I love what I do. Each project is a model of efficiency and function, each rendering is an artistic masterpiece. Your investment grows beautifully with each passing season.
I solve problems. I make people smile. Spring is my season.
I am a Landscape Designer.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Okay, it's time for my "self pep-talk", my progress check in. This is all statistics and technical stuff.
It helps me focus on the GOOD news, as my work week begins and I sense that my mood is about to plummet. Here goes:
~ weight down: 41 lbs
~ chest down: 1.5 inches
~ waist down: 3 inches
~ hips down: 4.5 inches
~ upper arm: down 1 inch
~ thigh down: 1.5 inches
~ calf down: 1 inch
The total inches are really more than this, because I only started taking measurements after losing about 20 lbs.
Energy level: up
All in all, that's a really good progress report.
There, all better now.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
I've been saying this a lot lately.
People have been asking questions, and this is what immediately pops into my head (and out of my sinful little mouth).
Here's a small sample of the questions I was asked last week:
Q: "Is that all you're eating? Don't you get hungry?"
Q: "What about cravings? Do you get cravings?"
Q: "How does that taste? Is it any good?"
Q: "Doesn't it bother you seeing people eat all this junk food around here?"
A: "I don't care."
Yes, this is a blunt and unexpected response, and people are dumbfounded by it. Allow me to explain...
I DON'T CARE if I get hungry between meals. Sticking to my eating schedule keeps me from bingeing.
I DON'T CARE if I get cravings. I'll live.
I DON'T CARE if steamed kale isn't anyone else's idea of a tasty lunch. I ate for flavor before, and got fat. I'm eating for HEALTH now.
I DON'T CARE how many donuts, cookies, pizza, and chocolates are on the table in front of me. I have a date with the scale this weekend.
The fact is, when it comes to eating and exercising, I don't care about anything but meeting my fitness and weight loss goals. There's nothing else on my menu, and nothing else in my world. The buck stops here, the weight is coming off this year, no matter what.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
My husband has a sweet tooth. I've come to accept this over the years; he's a junk food junkie and a couch potato. Amazingly, he has a great physique and has maintained a 33-34 inch waist as long as I've known him.
Unfortunately, I'm not so blessed. I've been fat my whole life, in spite of being one of the most active people I know and working a highly physical job.
So, last night, we were grocery shopping. I dragged him (not quite literally, but close enough) through aisles of Kashi and Lean Cuisine, while he complained glumly about still being sore from his recent bout of yardwork (welcome to my world, pal). Finally, I announced I was finished, and we could go to the bakery aisle.
He pushed the cart with renewed vigor toward the artery-clogging confections, pausing only for micro-brewed beer. I headed for produce to pick up my favorite snack, cherry tomatoes.
When all was said and done, his "necessities" were a small box of almond croissants, a layer cake, and 2 quarts of half and half. If this sounds like alot, trust me, it is only about fifty percent of what we used to buy. I cast him a quizzical look, and he shrugged, "it's not as fun eating it by myself".
Another day, another victory.
Friday, March 23, 2007
I am setting a mini-goal again, determined to dump 2 more pounds of lard by April 1st, a mere nine days from today.
Between now and then, I plan to:
~eat within range
~workout 30 minutes a day on the elliptical
~walk in a 10k
This week is a wash as far as the scale is concerned, due to hormonal reasons beyond my control, but as far as physical conditioning, it has been one of my best weeks ever; my most tangible result being so overwhelmed with agonizing pain from my "strength training" (perhaps, in this case, the term "slave labor" is more appropriate) that I was unable to sleep, and woke up the whole house at 3am, sending my husband scrambling to locate his mothers prescription arthritis pills to quiet my groans. (I have never been more endeared to my mother in law.)
So, as I enter the busy spring season, my thoughts are already turning to how much weight I can lose by June, and where we will travel.
My magic number is 50 pounds.
If I don't lose that much by June, I'm leaning toward Hawaii. The Big Island, or Kauai. However, if I lose significantly MORE than 50, like say, 65, I want to go to Florida. Yes, I know it sounds strange, but I have kin in Florida, whom I don't see often, and when I do finally see them, I don't want to look fatter than the previous time, I want to look BETTER.
Either way, there is still my husband to consider.
He wants to go to Mexico.
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