Oct-Sober and Other Things
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
I haven't written a blog in a long time. There are a lot of ideas swirling in my head, and I think, "This is brilliant! I should TOTALLY blog about it!" but then I don't. They continue to swirl, and maybe someday, I'll write them all down.
Starting on September 30, I'm giving up alcohol. I don't have a drinking problem, but I do like a beer in the evening, and I think that it's really cutting into my deficit. My deficit is already really kind of sad, as a 4'10.5", 33-year-old woman with plantar fasciitis who can't make it to the gym as often as I'd like. My TDEE is something like 1500 calories. That's it. So every bite and sip counts and counts big.
I'm starting September 30, because my birthday is in October, and I'd like to drink ONCE to celebrate. Not a birthday week, not three birthday dinners, just one celebration with alcohol, and just permission to have it.
I picked October for this, because it makes a nice nickname. I'm going to also have Sob-vember, for the same reason, and in the summer, Ju-Dry. If you guys can come up with any cute, clever names for other months, or even holidays or days of the week, let me know. I'll give up alcohol on them, too!
I need to fix my foot and fast. I really miss BodyPump. I'm allowed to do elliptical, but if my foot is hurting, I won't do it. And it has been for the last several days. I'm doing my stretching and icing, but it's not getting better lately. Sigh...I know more weight loss will also help. And every bite and sip counts and counts big.
I went to California last week for my cousin's wedding and got to hang out with my BFF from high school. She relocated there several years ago. I could never see her when I was going to visit my grandmother, but now that she's gone, I was able to take a couple days to go out to see her. It was a lot of reminiscing and led to a lot of Facebook-friending of people we talked about.
Last night, I had a dream about the police officer who would check on the grocery store we both worked graveyard shift at. I don't remember the dream very well, just that he was in it. I decided I wanted to know what he was up to, so I Googled him, and couldn't find anything. It was driving me crazy, and I was a bit upset with myself for being so invested in it. I knew exactly why I had this dream, because we'd been reminiscing so much, and it seemed so dumb and silly to get so worked up.
I finally emailed the police department to ask them if they could pass on my current contact information to him, and they wrote back right away and said he was not there any more and they didn't have his contact information. BUT they included the correct spelling of his name, which I hadn't been using. And the search was back on!
And I found him--he lives two blocks from my sister! How weird is that! Even though I couldn't find an email address or any social media for him, I think I'm okay now, though still a little blushy about spending a huge part of my day sleuthing over this.
I'm going to stop now, but maybe I will feel like writing some of the things that swirl in my head soon. Love you, friends!