Monday, October 24, 2011
Never stay up until after 1:00 a.m. stripping wallpaper in your two-hundred year old house, while the tv in the next room is showing stories of Hauntings, all of which seem to begin,"The family was happy in their home, until they started to RENOVATE..."
Friday, October 14, 2011
" If you don't care what you eat and you're willing to snag a couple apples and call it a meal, how come you got so danged fat?"
I can explain! Really! I don't particularly enjoy cooking, so I tend to make what's fast and easy, and if it makes a huge pot of whatever, I'll happily eat it all week long. During and well after college, I worked in a lot of restaurants in many different capacities, so I know how to cook big, fast and delicious but not in the least healthy.
The difference is the flip side of the apple thing - I'm alone now. (Not tossing a pity party - just explaining.) A few years ago, when I had a husband and a couple of kids and their friends and a couple workers around, I felt the same way I do now, only the result was different - huge pots of carbonara or Alfredo, a couple pepperoni pies, strombolis, beef bourg with lots of potatoes, lots of sausage with anything, and always, at the end of the day, having a couple beers with the guys.
At the same time I was making all this food, in the beginning I was working as a landscaper, so I burned it all off, and more. Then, gradually, circumstances changed but my cooking didn't, and over time, slowly - literally like ten pounds a year, but for six or seven years - it started to pile up. I didn't notice, and if i did, I didn't care - too much other stuff going on.
And that, my friends, is my story. I should probably put it in my introduction.
Friday, October 14, 2011
~INDYGIRL, who's lost over 150 lbs and is an inspiration to us all, said something this morning that made a great deal of sense to me: "Planning is good for some, while for others, it causes undue stress and binging. "
Like so many others, I've been through the mill recently financially and personally. I've found that I do best without detailed planning. I've lost a few pounds by simply not buying crap I don't want to be eating, and filling the refrigerator with decent choices. Since I'm usually too worn out to make a fuss about eating, whatever I grab for a meal will at least not be too damaging. I've got apple trees in the back yard, so I snag one or two of those with a hunk of cheddar for breakfast, use a bag of ready-washed salad for lunch and dump some beans on top for protein (or for a hot meal, good ol' baked beans - vegetarian, straight out of the can - on whole wheat toast.) I buy the little thin-sliced bread or the round sandwich thingees so if I want a tomato sandwich, it's mostly tomato and not so much bread.
Exercise is the same way. I don't plan an exercise session, but I do make sure I go out for a walk - Ive convinced myself that my dog needs the exercise, and like so many, many women, I'm more willing to take care of someone/something else than I am to take care of myself, so out we go for a walk. Maybe not a fast walk or a long walk, but at least we're moving our legs and getting some fresh air. I leave dumbbells lying around the house, so when I'm staring into space wondering what in the hell I'm going to do about X, I do a few curls. (Yes, I do occasionally trip over them. Consider it an exercise in self-control when you want to swear.)
When we're already spinning as many plates on sticks as we are, just what I *don't* need is the pressure of hitting a set list of exercises or having to make a week's worth - or a day's worth - of menus. It just sets me up for failure - even as I'm making the lists, I know I won't be able to abide by them. It's taken me a long time to realize that this isn't a character flaw - it's just part of my mental make-up.
For other people, menus and lists are soothing - they give a sense of control in an out-of-control life and take away the pressure of on-the-spot decisions. That sense of having everything ordered and planned is calming, and I understand that. But too often i think we of the other variety of human hold these guys up as examples of what we should be doing, too, and then when we can't do it - because it's not in our nature - we beat ourselves up.
The trick, as always is to figure out what works for *you*, and if you're a square peg, stop whacking yourself over the head trying to fit into that round hole. You can lose weight, get fit, save your sanity - and your head will hurt a whole lot less, too.
Wednesday, October 05, 2011
Today is the one year anniversary of my husband's death, and I'm on the way to the bank to deposit the check for the sale of my mother's house. There are many examples of this sort of thing in my family history:
- all the people in my immediate family were born on holidays (well, technically Alex missed by two hours, but she's always late for everything)
- my grandfather MacNeal's body was sent home on my grandmother's birthday
- my grandmother remarried many years later, and my husband and I got married on her and her second husband's anniversary (he was long gone, and we didn't know about the date)
- my cousin was born on my father's birthday - and I only had one set of aunt/uncle and one cousin.
I'm sure there are more that I'm not thinking of just now. Is this unusual? Do other people's families behave this way? Or is this just one of those you-only-need-13-people-in-a-room-before-t
Friday, September 23, 2011
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