Sunday, August 01, 2010
I am....somewhat inebriated tonight. But, we were drinking Coors Light, whilst playing Beer Pong, and given my lack of food today, I think I'm only up to about 1447 in the Cal department, so I'm okay with this.
I don't drink often, but when I do it's always an interesting experience. Hope I don't have to play softball for Sea Quest tomorrow in the tournament (a third of which is made up of my family members, one of whom led me down the path to perdition tonight). Sadly, though I only had the equivalent of three beers, I'm a goner, and it takes me forever to recover. No tolerance. 11:30, when the game is, might be too early. This is what I get for complaining that I was bored on Facebook. They scooped me up and absconded with me.
All right. At least I always remember to drink water after these rare occurances, and lots of water is good for weight loss right? That's the story I'm going with. Goodnight folks.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
It's frustrating to not lose. I feel like I'm doing everything right. Well, probably too many simple carbs yesterday, but otherwise, good. Not overeating, exercising almost every day, drinking lots of water, getting fruits and veggies.
It's only been a week that I've been really really on track, but I definitely feel even more bloated and gross than ever. If nothing else I shouldn't feel any worse than I used to. But I do. And I look worse too, definitely getting little pouches of extra fat.
Just very frustrated today. Have to go in to work. I hate working on the weekends with no break in sight. I know a lot of people have it worse than me, but if I'm expecting to have time off, and then I don't get it, it aggravates me a lot. If I don't get as much sleep as I'm expecting, it throws my whole day off. Add this to feeling super fat and frumpy, and I am one unhappy camper today. Gross. I wish I could get over it.
P.S. I went ahead and took some time to exercise. Did my kickboxing Dvd. I feel loads better, which I figured I would. Hormone imbalance or something counteracted by endorphins. Gonna go get cleaned up and then should be fine.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Today stressed me out, for whatever reason. It was one of those days where the scheduling had to work out tightly. We'll be trapping vultures on Thursday, right? So everything has to be set up before hand, because I have to be in the blind, waiting for birds, before the sun's up, which is very early indeed.
It couldn't be done tomorrow because I HAD planned to go to the anti-MLPA rally in Fort Bragg, on behalf of the tribes whose way of life will be seriously impacted by the sweeping "absolutely no-take of any sort" law of a marine reserve. I wish people had listened to my tribe in the first place. We had been pushing for a federal marine sanctuary, which is something that strives to meet both conservation and restoration of marine resources, and human needs. The state system doesn't listen to anybody. Seriously, I can't imagine not being able to teach my children how to clam, in a responsible way. What about all those elders who still eat seaweed they gather from the beaches? What about the preponderance of mussels that sweep over the rocks and don't let anything else grow if they aren't harvested back? I know the Sumeg Brush Dance usually provides seafood as part of the food for the guests and dancers, and they won't be able to anymore. The MLPA seriously pisses me off, and will seriously impact our lives in a negative, and potentially irreparable fashion, as ways of living only last three generations if repressed, then they're gone.
But anyway. So I had to get everything ready by today. But I had to go take a blubbler sample from a dead sea lion too for our contaminants study. And when I got to where I was supposed to meet my boss, he didn't show up for 30 mins. He says he didn't know I was in a hurry, but I distinctly remember telling him I was trying to get home early. I was trying to get home early to deal with home and car insurance stuff that expired today. I said explicitly that the plan for today was to get everything ready for trapping, go sample the pinniped, meet him, then jet back to town to deal with insurance stuff. I stressed I needed to get back early.
Whatev. He's got enough on his mind, and it worked out anyway. What happened is I talked to the insurance agency I was moving to, and bought the insurance over the phone. I didn't get to cancel my other insurance, which was the point of trying to get back in time. The car insurance expires anyway, but I need to get a refund on the house insurance that I won't be using, since I still had six months left. Those people, my old insurance, apparently don't answer their phones so I ended up just leaving a message, which was dissatisfiying. I hope it all works out all right.
So on the one hand, i couldn't get back to town in time to talk to my insurance agency. I'd've preferred to take more time, and get the stuff that I actually need to take into the field all set up (as opposed to what I need to tag vultures and process their blood samples, which is what I did today). On the other, I had to come back to go play softball. Which means that didn't get done. Which means, since I won't have time to do it Thursday, I won't be able to set up my field kit until tomorrow, and I won't be going to the anti-MLPA rally. Which sucks.
It's probably for the best. If I go with the regular buses, they won't get back til 11:30 pm, and given that I will likely have to leave my house at 3 am the next morning, probably not a good idea. Disappointing. Especially cuz I really sucked at softball today, enough to make me cry, haha, in the dugout, like a total pansy, so it really wasn't fun to be there. We did win though, against one of top three teams. 13-7. But my heart goes with the MLPA folks, and my prayers.
Oh, and some idiot in a mini-van almost ran me into the cliff-side today. Total segueway, but it still pisses me off. They're driving along, slowly in the fast lane. I don't like to pass on the right, cuz it's not the fast lane. It's not where you're supposed to pass. But after several hundred yards of this, I go for the right lane. They're clearly not going anywhere. So I move to the right and start to pass, and another car comes up behind the slow vehicle in the fast lane. APPARENTLY third party car is special enough that slow car will move out of the way. Unfortunately, I'm right next to them, the nose of my car maybe 3/4 of the way along the side of their vehicle, which means, given my compact car, pretty much all of me is lined up next to them as they try to merge. I HONK!....And they keep on coming. I honk again, louder longer, as I brake and move my car to the very edge of the road, which is like 6 inches from the wall of the mountain at this point. Then they get the point and move back into their lane, thank God, literally. I brake so I'm behind them, and watch them warily. Eventually they signal for a while, then slowly move into the right lane. Me and third party car pass them, cuz I don't want to be anywhere near this fool.
It also made me cry today. I seem to be in a crying mood. I get them sometimes. I did get into an accident last November, (totally his fault since he fell asleep at the wheel and jumped the sidewalk to run into me) and I think I'm a little more sensitized to near misses, especially those caused by other people, than I had necessarily realized.
Oh well. Other than not being able to go to MLPA tomorrow, most things worked out today. I need to go to bed though, I think and reboot. I really do seem to have to do that a lot these days. Trapping season is stressful.
So, goodnight I guess.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Why is water so hard to drink at work? Yesterday I drank 10.5 glasses. The day before, 9. The day before that, 10. Today? One cup of milk I drank at home, plus a couple sips of contraband Pepsi.
My water bottle is sitting right next to me. The water dispenser is right in front of me. What is it about the barrier of my desk between me and the water dispenser that is so powerful?
I'm definitely thirsty, and I keep thinking to myself "I'm thirsty," yet still, I'm not getting up to drink. Of course, water doesn't seem to be doing it for me anyway. Despite having drank all this water over the past few days, I have been perpetually thirsty. I think it's not so much a thirst issue as I've knocked my electrolytes out of balance. I should listen to my mom and go drink a Gatorade. Except Gatorade costs money, and I'm not spending a cent until August 15th if I can help it. When I'll be 25! Woah.
Segueway. My 25th birthday would be a good one for restarting the weight loss thing, except for the past few days I've been pretty good :) I've been eating pretty high cal, but I think it's okay. Theoretically I burn over 1900 Cal just by living right? At least according to all those calculators out there. Most say over 2100. I'm not sure I believe it though. Because I've been on 1500 Cal diets without excersie, and if I'm supposed to be burning 2100-2400 just by living, I definitely should've been losing weight anyway, which I wasn't.
Anyway, I've been eating between 1850-1975 for the past few days, but I've also been kicking my own butt, including two days of roller derby (between 800-925 Cal burn) and a day of tackling my massively overgrown lawn (425 Cal burned on a 1868 Cal day). Combined with the Cal cost of living, I should be on the right track. I weighed myself today, but I'm wearing my work boots and I'd already eaten breakfast, so it's difficult to say what my actual weight was. Guesstimating, I'm 1 lb down from my last check, but that's not precise and it could be water weight flushed from how much I'm drinking. In any case, I'm definitely not gaining with these high cals, which is good.
But, I'm even thirstier now, so I think the desk barrier is going to be broken and I'm going to go get water. If nothing else I know I'm becoming more hydrated due to the fact that my wrinkles are becoming less prominent as my cells replump up with water. :D
Sunday, July 18, 2010
I made the most awesome omelette today. I mean, the omelette itself wasn't too special. Eggs, cheese, a bit of sausage, chives, and a bit of sour cream. But, it was the first omelette I've ever tried to make, and it turned out great. The ingredients were perfectly cooked, and the eggs were perfectly fluffy. I was well pleased by my efforts :)
Of course, I didn't get to eat it cuz it turns out my family wanted to go out to breakfast, but I'll eat it tomorrow.
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