Tuesday, March 01, 2011
February was rough in oh, so many ways, none of which are particularly interesting to the Spark Community at large, I'm sure. But you know I'm going to tell you about them anyway: no life insurance money for me, which will possibly involve lawyers, guns and money. Bereavement progressing normally, if there is such a thing - good days, bad days. Slow progress on getting things sorted out here at the house. Plenty - and by that I mean PLENTY - of snow. Lots of wood-burning furnace hassles. Complete disregard for diet, nutrition and exercise. In short, my usual February.
I slept really poorly last night - not sure why, although possibly because I was only awake for about eight hours yesterday, and seven of them were spent on the sofa - but instead of going back to bed this morning (we're up at 5:00 usually), I'm.....here's the new bit......I'm following through on my plan to try to pick up my life a bit.
I input my "breakfast"- coffee, a handful of mixed nuts and a bag of Butterfinger Snackerz - which shouldn't have been in the house in the first place - into the tracker and downloaded the apps to my phone. I weighed myself for the first time in a good six weeks (and now I know why I didn't want to do that
I have a package of fresh batteries for the Wii and I'm going to get that up and running again. I have a gym membership I'm either going to use or quit paying for (although, in my defense, I have a car that has to be repaired first so I can get to said gym) but meanwhile I'm going to exercise at home. Real exercise, not just toddling about with wood. I've located all my old exercise DVDs, and some that are on VHS - but naturally I still have a VHS player, since I never throw anything away - and I'm going to get all that functional again (or force my 23 year old daughter to do it for me, which sounds even better.) I *will* exercise, dammit.
Thank you to all who sent Goodies and kind thoughts and words during my absence. I would have responded if I were able, but I seem to have been in hiding, largely from myself, I suspect. (There are no good "hiding" emoticons.)
So, in short, I feel lousy, I look worse, my house is a disaster (I write that almost every time, don't I?), I'm broke and halve no plans for the future, but instead of having that force me back to bed, covers pulled over my head, I'm actually tackling things. I have learned that I can't overhaul my entire life in an afternoon, but I can clean out the refrigerator and buy some vegetables (and then actually consume them, instead of just storing them for a while and then tossing them out the door.) I can tidy up the living room. I can wash a few dishes by hand (dw is broken and I haven't felt like taking it apart..I'll get to it...) I can look for my other snowshoe.
I can make a fresh start.
Thursday, January 06, 2011
So we've had this membership to the local Y (well, 20 miles away, which where I live is local) for about two years now. My daughters went now and then and my husband went occasionally. I think I went swimming once or twice. We were on the just-grab-the-cash-from-the-account monthly payment plan, though, so it all just kept rolling along, even through the times when no one went for four or five months.
Both daughters are on a major get-fit-or-die-trying (I have no idea what all this hyphenization is about) kick, and have been going every day for cycling class or to lift or something, and today I was dragged, somewhat reluctantly, to Zumba class.
Bear in mind that I once taught both straight-up aerobics classes and step classes. However, that was twenty years and *cough* 60 pounds ago, and I was totally unprepared for what this Zumba business was about. I got the feet after awhile, but the arms totally elude me. Also, my Spanish is pretty much limited to dirty words taught to me by busboys and prep chefs, so about the only thing I understood in the music was "Vuvuzela!" and I'm not entirely sure about that.
Plus they tricked me. I thought the class was 45 minutes, but it was an hour instead...I kept waiting for the woman to stop, but it seemed like every time she came to a pause there'd be more shouts of "Vuvuzela!" and we'd start up again. I stayed in the back row, right corner, where I figured I could grapevine out the door if necessary, but Alex (daughter #2) wouldn't let me escape.
It was a lot harder than it looks, and I *definitely* got a workout.
Tomorrow there is no Zumba class. Instead, we're either doing some sort of cycling thing where they turn out the lights and blast Anthrax (the band, not the toxin) at you whilst you pedal furiously, or we're going to do something called NIA, which promises to, "blend mind and body with a combination of yoga, cardio and *insert something else I can't remember*."
It appears that I'm going to the Y every day. Yes, Every Day. (And I'm only allowed one adult beverage per day! *One!*) But not Saturday or Sunday - it's just too full of skinny 20-somethings in Spandex, and even I have my limits. Instead, maybe I'll do something useful-but-physically-demanding (there we go with the hyphens again) like split wood. Assuming I can still walk after all this healthiness.
Edited to include the following:
For those of you who may not know *cough*HIPPICHICK1*cough*, a vuvuzela is a large horn, blown interminably during the World Cup.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
I'm not particularly self-promoting, but because I *am* essentially lazy, instead of attempting to transpose my other blog to here, I'm just going to send you over there. No, it's not more of my tale of woe (except for the lead-in, which you may feel free to skip.) I found (courtesy of Daughter #1) a wonderfully warped blog, and blatantly swiped one of the entries.
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Yes, folks, the weight ticker is actually beginning to move - in the preferred direction, even! I take only moderate credit for this, as a) I'm rather snowed in and b) my daughter has been suffering from a GI disturbance for the better part of a week, so simply to make life easier, I've been choosing not to cook and have eaten the sandwich here, the salad there, and been expending extra calories dealing with the "Snow-pocalypse.". Hopefully, I can keep making progress even after the daughter recovers and the snow stops... assuming it ever does.
In other news, I dreamt this morning in three vaguely connected dreams about needing to pick up lost articles - some clothing, some toys, some my grandmother's sterling - in various locations. Well, you don't have to hit *me* over the head with a metaphor! I understand, already. Get on with my life. And I'm trying to do just that.
My daughters and I have decided to celebrate Christmas at the younger one's apartment in Pittsburgh. We discussed this at length, and Alex (that's the Pittsburgh one) felt that Christmas at home would be just too painful, and I pretty much agreed. I couldn't even think about it properly. Now that the decision has been made, though, I feel like a weight has been lifted. Instead of all the usual traditional Christmas decorations here at the house, I'm going to try just silver, gold, white, Solstice-y greenery decorations rather than all the usual elves and stockings.
When we're in Pittsburgh, we'll have a different dinner than our traditional one and will spend part of the holiday helping out at the city's numerous soup kitchens. In my experience, nothing takes one out of oneself like helping someone else. And our pains and problems, as real and as difficult as they are to my daughters and me at the moment, are really just part of that big, mysterious experience of Life.
For anyone astrologically-minded, a reminder to finish up paperwork and the like before Mercury goes retrograde on Friday. That's what I intend to do the balance of today and probably a good deal of tomorrow - the paperwork I've been neglecting for two months because I felt I couldn't handle it. Part of me enjoys - worships, even - orderliness and efficient desk work, so it'll be good to get this box of papers off my table, everything paid up to date and all the fires if not put out, at least reduced to smouldering.
Off to shovel the deck so the dogs can go out. :)
Saturday, December 04, 2010
I got through Halloween well enough, and Thanksgiving in Pittsburgh was actually pretty great, but this whole Christmas thing is getting to me. My mother died in the spring (two years ago) so by the holidays I was pretty well back on my feet, but this time it's really rough.
I'll be around, but I may not be my usual sparkling, witty li'l self this year. I'm working on it, though, so you never know.
Oh, and for anyone who was riveted to her computer, waiting to see if I colored my hair after all, the answer is ..... YES! Yes I did! It's back to its medium brown, and will soon have some highlights and a new cut. Now about that extra sixty or seventy pounds...
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