Monday, February 06, 2012
Bearing in mind that a short twenty years ago I was an aerobics *instructor*, let's see what we just learned:
- I still can't just roll out of bed and exercise. Other than a very gentle Sun Salutation, I never could.
- my balance has *really* gone to..the dogs.
- I still have very little ability to listen to directions and don't pick up moves quickly. (I used to tell my students to concentrate on the legs first, then add the arms when the legs were solid - I can't even listen to my *own* instructions! AGH!)
- however, I can still keep flailing around to keep my heart rate up, and know that, in time, I'll pick it up (I only said I was an aerobics instructor - I never said I was a choreographer)
- it takes very little to keep my heart rate up, even with good ol' Jewel on my side.
- my foot is still injured.
- I need new cross-trainers.
However, its been fifteen minutes now since I stopped - a whole 22 minutes of workout, ten of which was warm-up and cool-down, which seems like baby stuff, only it was *hard* - and I honestly do feel a bit better.
- I remember I felt pretty much the same way when I first started doing aerobics, 25 years ago - only I was a good fifty pounds lighter then....maybe this isn't going to be as bad as I thought.
- Okay, I bought the !@#$ video, I'm in it for 28 days. By March 5th it'll be over. At least for that round. (I had intended to start on Feb 1st and just make this the February from...some other place...but I couldn't access enough living room floor until I finished listing the stupid books.)
Thursday, February 02, 2012
A- AGE 56...I think...
B- BOOKS - too many to count - put eighty more on Amazon today
C-CHORE - anything that isn't fun
D-DOG - only one at the moment, Lucy - a midsized black hybrid
E-ESSENTIALS - peace and quiet and a really good handbag
F-FAVORITE COLOR - for what?
G-GAMES - anything but Scrabble. For some reason I completely and absolutely fail at Scrabble. I stopped being able to help my kids with their "scrambled word" homework after second grade. Favorite game is probably Mastermind.
H-HOMETOWN - Philadelphia, PA
I-INDULGENCES - yes, please
J-JOB - you name it, as long as I'm self-employed
K-KIDS - two daughters
L-LIVING ARRANGEMENTS - big old farmhouse, alone
M-MUSIC - blues, the older the better, but really just about anything
N-NUMBER OF SIBLINGS - zero by blood, many of the heart
O-ORANGES OR APPLES - apples (I'd be thrown out of central new york if I said oranges)
P-PHOBIAS - polar bears
Q-QUOTE - can't think of anything clever offhand
R-REASON TO SMILE - very bad and incredibly destructive 8 month old boy cat - totally clueless
S-SEASON - pretty much any, although winter can get a little long up here sometimes
T-TATTOOS - yes
U-UNKNOWN FACT ABOUT ME - I can drive a bulldozer!
V-VEGGIES - anything but okra
W-WORST HABIT - I dunno...there are so many choices...talking to myself, maybe, or leaving my shoes downstairs (now that I live alone, I just throw them all in a laundry basket - when it's full I lug them upstairs and start over.)
Y-YUMMY FOOD I LIKE TO EAT - homemade pierogies
Z-ZODIAC - Pisces, Scorpio rising, moon in Capricorn
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
I used to have this little gadget on the sink that provided instant hot water (well, I still have it, but little gadget + very hard water = not working) and I always loaded the coffee machine the night before and set the instant start thingee, but stopped doing that when I stopped getting up at regular scheduled times. Last night I didn't set up the coffee, and this morning was debating whether I wanted coffee or tea - since the coffee is frequently already there, I rarely drink tea even though I enjoy it. I make it properly - warm pot, loose tea, strainer and all that.
This morning I heard myself say - and three cats will stand witness to this - "If I'm going to go to the trouble of boiling water, I may as well have tea."
This isn't about tea or cats (although I can go on at great length about either or both of those as well, and undoubtedly will, sooner or later.) It's about the fact that I don't like to cook, particularly, and consider it a waste of time to do so for myself. This is a real problem.
I'd heard of all these "old people" who didn't bother to cook for themselves. At the time I was young and had a houseful of family and neighbors and workers, and while I still didn't especially like to cook, did so cheerfully enough. I thought people who wouldn't bother to cook for themselves were pitiful and silly.
My mother was widowed twice, married three times, and between husbands she always cooked really nice, properly balanced meals for herself. Even if she occasionally allowed herself a Stauffer's frozen stuffed pepper, she'd balance it out with a salad and a whole grain roll or something. I always teased her about trying out new recipes for future husbands - which actually turned out to be true often enough - but she'd counter with, "What, you think I'm not worth it?" and of course, she was right. We can't blame her for this issue.
It isn't, I swear, an issue of self-esteem. It isn't that I consider myself unworthy of decent food - it's just that it's such a lot of *bother* when I'd really rather be doing other things. Plus, cooking generates dishes to wash, which I also reallyreallyreally don't like (the automatic dishwasher having gone the way of the little hot water gadget.) I don't particularly care for frozen prepackaged foods, especially now that the microwave has quit (I haven't replaced it because I really only ever used it as a breadbox and to thaw the occasional thing - don't read anything into all of these broken Things. )
I've gotten better in the last six months - when I cook, I still make the full recipe and then portion the extra out and freeze it or save it for later in the week. (I ate for lunch the leftovers of the previous night's dinners for years - if there were no leftovers, I never knew quite what to do.) But doing all this cooking and washing up - three meals a day plus, perhaps, a snack, - for someone who could happily live on cheese, crackers and carrot sticks with the odd baked potato thrown in, seems like asking a lot.
Perhaps the problem isn't in the doing but in the planning, or lack of planning. Very often I'm engrossed in whatever I'm doing, hear my tummy rumble, check the clock and it's already half past dinnertime, and I have nothing going. It'd take another hour to bake a potato, I don't really eat that many sandwiches, and besides, there's probably nothing in the house that would easily generate a meal anyway. No meat sitting, waiting to be broiled. No cleaned up vegetables (although they are generally in the refrig, slowly wilting away, because I do buy things with the best of intentions) ready to be steamed. No food. In other words, a decent meal is at least an hour away, assuming I can think of something to make from whatever bits are on hand, so it's beans on toast again, side of carrot sticks.
I suspect that the part of the brain assigned the task of planning is also the part that is willing to track, and in my own brain that part seems woefully inadequate. I've been trying to track my food since the first time I ever went on a diet (1988, postpartum) and do you know what my longest streak is? Four days. FOUR DAYS. Planning usually falls down because by Wednesday, what sounded good on Sunday isn't appealing anymore.
I have to wrap this up before I come to any real conclusions because, as usual, I've been rambling on way too long but also because I have three books I've sold on Amazon and I have to get them wrapped and out the door in time for the post. Sure, I could have done that this morning, but I didn't. I didn't exercise, either, because it was nasty out and I was engrossed in..whatever the hell it was that I was doing.
And there, gentle reader, is the revelation: I seem to lack planning and the self-discipline to stick to any plan I might make. The next question, of course, if how to correct these issues.
(And the first person who comments with "A failure to plan is a plan to fail" will be...well, shot might be a bit harsh, but will ...well, something bad will happen, so don't.)
(Edited because I hate typos.)
Thursday, January 26, 2012
This is a short - like 3 1/2 minute - film from Cornell Ornithology labs on Snowy Owls.
Here's the link for the Cornell Labs' Ornithology home page - interesting stuff to look at, learn, even participate in if you want.
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.
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