Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Last night after our red-headed 5 year old, Dalia, got up for the umpteenth time, I finally told her she could sleep in our bed, even though I was still watching the Olympics. She and I are in bed and my husband's in the room working on his laptop when all of a sudden this bat comes out of nowhere. I yell, "There's a bat!" and pull the covers over Dalia and me as my husband bolts out of the room.
While calming Dalia down ("Yes, you're safe. Yes, bat's bite - but you're safe. No, we shouldn't wake your sisters up to tell them at this time ...), I peek out to see the bat flitting around in circles along the ceiling. I grab the phone from the nightstand and call to DH for a broom and the police non-emergency number just in case there's an animal patrol officer on duty at 11 pm. No dice. They can send a regular police officer but heíd just do what we would, i.e., try to guide the bat out an open window with a broom. I figure, why bother the police if we can do it ourselves?
In the meantime, DH has slid the broom under the door (my first clue that he had no intentions of re-entering the room). I put a pillow case over my head because I donít quite remember if the thing about bats getting caught in hair is an old wives' tale and Iím not taking chances. By now the bat is hanging off the top of the closet door. I inch my way over to the window to remove the screen and then over to the broom (near the bat), pick the broom up, steel my nerves and whack! ... which sends the bat flying in circles again. Every time it circles near me, I swing the broom at it and try to guide it out the window yelling, "Out the window!" Dalia, still under the covers keeps chiming in, "Yeah bat, listen to Mama, fly out the window!" After, oh, 5 minutes of this, I'm getting a pretty good workout but the bat just doesn't get the idea to fly a bit lower so it can find, and use, the open window.
So I ask DH to grab another broom because maybe the two of us can guide the bat out. Response: "Uh, I'd better check that the chimney flue (in the living room) is closed in case thatís how the bat got in" Me: Huh? "You can do that later. Can you please grab another broom and come in here?" Him: ďActually, I have cold feet.Ē Points for honesty! So we call the police back. The first officer comes up wearing gloves and asking for a blanket to trap the bat in. By now, the bat is hanging off the louvered window shutters. After hemming an hawing and discussing rabies (modes of transmission, vaccination, etc.), he admits that heís terrified and calls for his partner to come up. Wow, more points for honesty! The second officer comes up, sees our mesh pop-up laundry basket (wish Iíd thought of that before calling the police), quickly catches the bat and shakes it out the window.
Needless to say, Dalia didnít object to sleeping in her bed for the rest of the night!
Monday, August 11, 2008
Okay, after a month or so of slacking and then falling off of SP, I'm back. Although I wasn't tracking food or exercise, I did make more of an effort than I would have pre-SP. Case in point: Last day of a work trip, I met another conference attendee 6 am to walk and catch the glorious early morning light along the waterfront in Portland, OR. Fortunately, I'm down 1/2 pound and 1/2 inch since last weigh in.
And in the spirit of "progress, not perfection," I'm giving myself permission to start Sparkin again even though I'm behind on SparkMail, Team posts, friends' blogs, etc.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Up 2.5# and 1.5" on my waist! Note to self: Woulda been worse if I'd really gone crazy on birthday cake & ice cream, if I hadn't done at least some exercise, and if I hadn't tracked all food (inc. aforementioned cake & ice cream).
Just came from the grocery store, where I stocked up on an Amy's brown rice, tofu, broccoli bowl (260 cal), a jar of water-packed roasted peppers, a ton of fruit, and a lite yogurt to get me through a late night at work.
CORRECTION: I'm DOWN 0.5" on my waist - yippee!!!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Am about to weigh in for week 6 and am braced for no loss or even a small gain (fingers crossed no more than that). I'm in the middle of a "perfect storm" -- just had the girls' birthday party (40+ kids ice skating - no broken bones or blood - yay!) & my Dad visiting from out of town, 3 reports due Fri, just gave a presentation and have another halfway across town tomorrow ...yada yada yada ... soooooo I haven't been terribly consistent this week.
Two things I've been doing "right" are (1) making a game of sneaking in exercise, e.g., wall pushups while waiting at the photocopier & dumbells during a conference call; and (2) simply keeping in mind HOW MUCH BETTER IT FEELS TO MOVE, even if it's not always a full 30 min walk. That's my motivation to get more fully on track once the storm clears.
Back in a minute with a report on the scale and tape measure.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Okay, this SP thing is soooo cool and full of great bells and whistles and awesome people and great ideas, etc. THAT I'M SPENDING WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON IT!!!
Given a looming work deadline (several, actually), I have to set some limits on the amount of time I'm speinding here and how often I'm checking in.
But it's hard... So I'll take all the encouragement I can get.
Just for today, I'm setting a goal of not checking back here or the Spark folder in my regular e-mail until at least 5 pm Central time. Until then, I will be focused and productive on my first report. I'll write my food down to log later using that archaic system ... what is it called? ... oh yeah, pencil and paper.
If anyone catches me online before then, please remind me to GET BACK TO WORK. And if anyone has had similar struggles or suggestions, I look forward to reading about it -- at 5:00.
p.s. Dang these emoticons! I'm going to resist the temptation to rearrange them in proper order.
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