Thursday, January 26, 2012
I need to lose a few pounds and lay off the cocktails. Gee, who would ever have guessed?
Everything else is somewhere between okay and excellent - looks like I've got some tread left on me after all, so I guess I'll be around to wreak havoc for another few miles, anyway.
Good to know, though.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
This is something that has been bothering me for a long time, not just here on Spark People, but out in the world as well.
Diet and exercise programs - or lifestyle changes, or whatever you want to call them - are being referred to as "regimes". It's not a "regime" - it's a "regimen". Probably same roots - I'm not going to search out the etymology - but they are *not* the same thing.
A regimen is commonly used to refer to a health plan - a way of eating and exercising or living in general that promotes healthy development. A regime, on the other hand, is a ruling political situation. It usually has a negative connotation, although I'm not sure if that's necessarily the case, and again, I'm too lazy to look it up.
But unless a South American dictator (we'll go with the negative connotation here) is holding a pistol to your head and ordering you to do push-ups, your new healthy lifestyle is a 'regimen", not a "regime", and I don't care who says it the other way around.
Next: forte ("fort" vs "for-tay")
Saturday, January 14, 2012
I was awake anyway, so it didn't make me too crazy to have to put the dog out at 4:30 in the morning. Dog went out, cats gathered around - hey, it's early, but feed us anyway! - and I noticed spots of blood on the floor. I looked at all three sleepy but hungry faces, and no one looked particularly off, so I assumed it had to be the dog that was bleeding from....somewhere. Then I noticed that the little blood spots went to the door and back again....but the dog was still out.
Weird. Cats seem okay....dog is still out ...there's no one left but....me! I lifted up one foot and peered at it - nothing there. Lifted the other one and sure enough, the bottom of the big toe is all bloody. And it's still bleeding, so it's not a ding, it's like a..slice. I washed it off, couldn't see or feel anything there, put some Neosporin on it and a couple bandaids. You know, it's hard to work on the inside of your own toe - harder than it used to be, certainly.
By daylight I'll have to conduct a search to see what it was that I sliced my toe on. I suspect it was glass, because I didn't feel it. My house has a certain "permanent construction zone" feel to it, plus rambunctious critters, so anything's possible. *shrug*
This is why people should sleep at night - it's dangerous to be out of bed.
EDIT: 7:15 a.m.
AHA! I believe I've found the toe slashing culprit. My house has wide (18" to almost 30", some of them - can you imagine the *trees?*), plank floors, and there are fairly wide gaps between some of the planks. Just now I was coming back in from filling the outdoor wood furnace and saw something shiny. Bent down to examine it and discovered a shard of what appears to have been one of the 1" diameter Christmas balls, lodged in between two of the boards. I thought I vacuumed thoroughly, but apparently not thoroughly enough.
I probably ought to fill in those cracks at some point, but I refuse to polyurethane the floors (just because I think it's criminal to poly something this old - it makes them look fake somehow) and haven't figured out what to use yet. It'll go on the job list, but somewhere down near the bottom.
Thursday, January 05, 2012
Okay, so I've been wearing the GoWearFit/BodyMedia armband for a longtime to track my fitness minutes, but I just started paying attention to what it says about my sleeping time.
Turns out I do sleep 8ish hours in a 24 hour period (sometimes 5, sometimes 11, but average 8) - I just don't do it all at once. I seem to sleep for a maximum of three hours, then I'm up for a bunch of time, then maybe another hour, then some more up, a couple 30-45 minute naps during the day. (Please note I can do this because I work from home. If I had an out-in-the-world job, I'd be done for.)
So my question is this: Is there anything magical about getting all your sleep in one shot? I know what we knew about sleep cycles thirty years ago, but surely there's new stuff. Has anyone heard or read anything legitimate? One of my valued sources (thanks, Katrina) says intervals are fine. I don't seem to becoming psychotic, or any of that other stuff that supposedly happens when you don't sleep - I just never know when I'll be awake and asleep, so it's hard to schedule stuff.
I mean, here it is, 4:00 a.m., and I'm writing this instead of sleeping like I "should be". I"ll be up in two hours to stoke the wood furnace outside, and the cold usually wakes me up for a bit, but I'll be back asleep, sacked out on the sofa, before 9:00a.m. almost certainly, for an hour maybe, or two. I try to stay up later in the evenings, but the fact is that I'm physically pretty wiped out by 9:00 p.m. - I sleep til 1:00 a.m. or so, then I'm up all night.
Maybe things will start to change when there's more than 20 minutes of daylight each day. Basically, by the time I'm bathed, dressed up, shoveled out, list in hand and ready to go, it's getting dark again. (Which is good because my car is isn't legally inspected at the moment.) Meanwhile, though, for a 56 year old woman to be up sipping a Saranac lager and eating Kale Chips at 4:00 in the morning seems just plain weird, And from me, that's saying something.
I need some suggestions, even if only to keep my from buying so much stuff on Amazon and eBay!
ADDED NOTE: I don't have a medical condition like narcolepsy or anything. I've just been going through a lot of life changes, and a healthy eight continuous hours sleep seems to be one of the casualties.
Honestly, the main problem with being up all night and going to sleep again at 5:00 is that I don't wake up then til 8:00 or 9:00, which means the outdoor wood-burning furnace hasn't been filled in over twelve hours, which means ...a lot of hassle and a chilly house.
I was mostly just wondering if other people have this weird sleep pattern, and if getting your eight hours in intervals was as true for sleep as it is for exercise, meaning that as long as it adds up, you're good.
Tuesday, January 03, 2012
I haven't weighed myself in three weeks. Partly because of the holiday, partly because I hate bad news and partly because it's impossible to find a place in my old house with level floors so a body can get a consistent reading, I just let it slide. But I do have a secret weapon that I avoid - the stand-up Health-O-Meter in the bathroom. It's too old to be digitally unstable, and it doesn't do body fat percentages or remember your weight (unless you slide the little plastic doohickey around), but it does tell the pounds. Oh yes it does.
So I figured, what the heck, I'm starting this get-healthy deal, I may as well get it over with, get the reality of the situation. So I got on - and discovered that I weigh exactly the same as I did at the doctors' office Dec. 15th. I may even have lost a little bit (clothing, water, etc.)
I still need to lose a little ( *cough* 60 pounds*cough*) but at least it didn't get any worse while I had my head buried in the sand. (Do ostriches actually do that? Doesn't seem likely...wouldn't they suffocate?)
But anyway, bravery is rewarded! Now on to the rest of the day!
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