Tuesday, February 19, 2013
This morning I ate and showered and then remembered to weigh myself. I weigh .6 more than last week!
I did hurt my back and my ankle and I did eat poorly on one day, but I was very good all the other six days.
I stood there on the scale wondering how much my breakfast weighed, how much my wet hair weighed and whether I should deduct a pound or two or three? I have lots of hair... in fact, I could lose three or four pounds by getting a bob cut right now. Seriously, I must have wasted several minutes calculating this. Finally, I stepped off the scale.
I have a microbiology exam today I should be worrying about instead! I'll get on the scale again in a day or two before I shower and eat when I won't be tempted to fudge the numbers.
Friday, February 15, 2013
I just got and programmed my pedometer. I have a very busy weekend with work so I debated how to set it. I chose a middling stride length so it wouldn't record me putzing around doing chores, but not such a long stride length I couldn't use it in a building or a house. After all, if I have a patient sleeping, and I am done with my chores, I want to see it record any laps I take around the building. I also vow to take my youngest dog - a standard poodle named Solomon - for a walk at least twice to break up my studying time at home. Seeing him happy makes me happy and we both deserve that!
He looks kind of scared in this photo. Still a puppy, new to cameras!
Oh, and I considered not adding anything about this, but it was bugging me enough yesterday that I spouted off about it to someone I hardly knew. I should have waited to do it here, in a more appropriate format. After a "required mingle" session, in which a co-ed group had to shake hands and talk with four new people in the room, one of the men I shook hands with loudly complained that only men came over to shake hands with him. (Despite the fact that we talked and giggled for several minutes!) This is something that NEVER would have happened to me when I was 20 pounds lighter. I am not obese, but I have developed a bit of a lumberjack quality, especially when I'm wearing winter clothes and no makeup. Still, I was a bit offended. I have long hair, was wearing purple, think I look like a woman... I wanted to say something, but I didn't.
I went home, thought about telling my husband and decided better of it. No use getting him offended on my behalf, too. And what is the point of that? Whatever this guy's motivation was for making a stink about who chose to be friendly with him, I think he just made it less likely anyone will shake his hand at all next time.
And me? If I had made a stink back, I might have excluded myself from future hand-shakings. It is better I tell you dear Sparkpeople that my feelings were hurt because you are a lot more likely to understand.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
New weight: 163.2. I have lost 1.8 pounds.
I have dutifully tracked my food intake, but no exercise, since I have done nothing whatsoever unusual in that department. Four days a week I do a lot of CNA-type work (standing, bending, reaching to change client's Depends, bedsheets, shower them, etc, transfer them in and out of their wheel chairs and beds) and some cleaning. Because I work with the elderly, only the cleaning is done in a hurry. Everything else is done interminably slowly. Probably very few calories burned there.
Three days a week I spend mostly sitting. There are a lot of ten and fifteen minute stretches when I am just waiting for someone or a class so I ordered myself a pedometer. It should come in the mail soon.
Yesterday I found myself squatting and bending in unusual positions on a ladder to staple wire over holes in my barn at home to keep murderous raccoons out. I wondered why I refuse to do any of these same positions for exercise but will in the cold, in the rain, on a ladder (I know, sounds like Dr. Seuss) to save my remaining hens. Priorities.
I have thought about what other changes I can make. I am scheduled very, very tightly. BIG changes are difficult to even think about without dissolving into a puddle of tears or hysterical laughter. There will be no exercise videos, classes, classes at the YMCA, etc. I literally take a cooler in my car in the morning so when I leave one client and have a half an hour lunch time that is not taken up by travel between clients, I can go to the grocery store and not have food spoil. That is how I get my shopping done. I am typing this between checking the racoon trap and leaving for school.
However, in addition to the pedometer for 10 minutes jaunts between classes, I also can do laps around houses when clients are sleeping and I'm not cleaning. I can do exercises then, too. When I'm in a facility, frankly, I am too embarrassed to do that, but maybe I'll get over it. I remember working once with a guy who did squats at a sales counter between customers. I thought he was nuts... but he had the best legs I had ever seen, too.
I have never been an athlete. I have always had asthma, tachycardia and have been terribly uncoordinated - the kind of person picked last for teams throughout school sports. I've always been the tortoise that kept going, though, and so once I got past grade school, I've never been heavy until recently.
So that people can see what my individual challenge is, I posted a fairly recent before and after photo in my gallery. I don't have unrealistic hopes of being a teenage size zero in a prom dress. Funny thing is, when I looked like that thinnish woman holding a chicken, I thought I was unwomanly and wanted curves! Now I look at that picture and I think she looks hot. I want to be her again.
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