Showing posts from April, 2008

Underwear reality adjustment

Today I went for a run, walked home, and lifted weights in the garage. I felt very comfortable in my outfit and didn't really think about what I was wearing.

I took a shower, and, as I was undressing, I realized I was wearing my smaller size underwear. I had bought a new pack and considered wearing it, but they always looked too small for me. "They'll cut into me, they'll dig, they won't be comfortable." Tell that to me when I was picking a 30 pound barbell off the floor this morning, I spontaneously did a few "Good Morning" back exercises with the barbell. I would have noticed any binding.

I can accept that I've gone down 2 bra "band sizes", 2 t-shirt sizes, and 3 pant sizes. For some reason, though, I can't wrap my head around the fact that my body will fit into that underwear. I wear the old size day after day, enduring wedgies, ride-up, and the constant need to re-adjust. My head is just stuck on the old size.

I'm …
I had to take two days off (working out) due to aches and pains. I don't want to be one of those people I don't respect, who keep running and working out on an injury until they've totally crippled themselves. Not to mention, my job requires a good amount of physical activity.

Anyway, today was a busy day. Case in point, I just had to put a load of clothes in the dryer. I went to work, went to the grocery store, came home, took a nap, woke up, mowed the yard (took about an hour), worked out, fired up the BBQ, made Ron some cheddar burgers, and ate some bacon for dinner. No wonder I'm tired.

We do have tomorrow off, so that means I can catch up on housework, gardening, and weed-whacking the backyard. I plan to run and lift some weights (upper body) for fun. Really, it is. Today I did squats and deadlifts, and I'm sure my back, butt, and legs are going to let me know it tomorrow. I don't mind a little soreness the next day, at least I know I did some goo…

I love my present

Ron recently did something nice for himself and bought a modest set of speakers for his computer. A few days ago, he told me he wanted to spend an equal amount of money on me. Nice. What would I like?

I thought and thought. I like this about me, I'm content with my lot. I don't need much. I don't even want all that much now that I'm properly medicated.

I finally told him: A dumbell rack and plate tree. I have dumbells ranging from 1 pound to 25 pounds. They clutter up the floor and are great items to trip over when you're in a hurry. In the gym (garage) they attract spider webs if I don't use them enough. I looked online. The cheapest ones were about $70. Ouch.

I also need a plate tree. I have large, heavy, metal plates that go on my barbells and dumbells. They range from one pound all the way up to 25 pounds. They take up even more room and are especially dangerous to unclad toes. That's not good.

So, Ron's thrilled. I want organization…

"It doesn't take much to be an asshole"

"There's a fine line," Ron expounded "Between being a decent human being and an asshole." Yes, I agreed. Our new speakers are FINE, but no doubt they could cause all our neighbors to hate us. Who wouldn't love Huey Lewis' "I Want a New Drug" cranked at ear-bleeding levels, or Ron's personal anthem "Leave this long-haired country boy alone", accompanied by thumping bass line?

Ron went outside in the midst of our, dare I call it "concert" and discovered that "I sound just like that asshole on the other street, the one we always end up calling the cops on. There's really a fine line between being a decent human being and an asshole. If they don't call the cops on me, they'll come and steal it."

IFC ran a great little film clip recently: "Let's Wake Up the Neighbors". You can find it on YouTube or just google it like I did. It is absolutely hysterical. So true.

Your fine music is …

Week 8 - minus 23 pounds

Well, here I am at week 8 on Atkins.

Yesterday, I had to ride with a blind (diabetic) woman who kept begging for a candy bar. I referred to it as "disgusting" on a message board and upset someone. I'm sorry, but watching someone who's gone blind from sugar addiction having to ride the paratransit system and still begging for a candy bar is disgusting. The intensity...the persistence...the attitude when I said no... the attempted guilt trip (I didn't buy a ticket) when she realized I meant no...was very offensive. Then she tried to ask a bunch of nosy questions which we refused to answer.

Ron used to work in the Tenderloin District of San Francisco. It is probably one of the worst cities in the US for homeless beggars/drug addicts. Even they couldn't hold a candle to this woman. UGH. I'm not sorry I called it disgusting. God tried to wake her up and she missed it. Now she's blind, feeding her sugar addiction - not on her own, but trying to sponge off of…

I'm proud of myself today

I accomplished a lot today. We went to work, filled the machines, got the sandwich order, ran the money to deposit, went to the bank, made the deposit, went to the mall and ate an early lunch. I had a bunless double hamburger and a side salad. Why is it, that when I specifically say "I don't want the bread." I get it anyway? I always end up throwing it away. I'm trying to save them a little money on their food cost. Ron ate chili.

Today I'd planned as "Powerlifting Day". Powerlifting consists of 3 moves, the deadlift (picking a barbell up off the floor and bringing it to waist level), the squat (squatting down with a barbell across the shoulders until the thighs are roughly horizontal), and the chest press (lying on a bench, you raise the bar up and down from arm's length to just above the chest). The workout doesn't take much time, but it takes every ounce of energy I've got. Forget the super-duper workout routine, the DVD's…

I did something smart today

We got up early and went in to work. The Postal Workers were delighted to see us, at work, early, on a Sunday. We plan to continue going in Sundays. We normally take a Wednesday and a Saturday off anyway, and we needed to stock.

I've been eating clean (finally got rid of the last of the whipped cream, thank God) and I was rewarded by a small drop in my bloat weight. I go up a few pounds right before my period and I managed to lose some of that, on top of the 4 pounds I lost last week (which is unheard of with my body). I'm happy.

Yesterday I did a moderate workout on the exercise bike. I tend to favor "interval" workouts, where I go as hard as I can until I'm out of breath, then I drop down. I do that with my running. I realized yesterday that every workout didn't have to be the same. I set it for the 60% heart rate program, and just pedaled away. Things I want to tighten up were a little stiff this morning, so I'm sure it did good (not to menti…
I didn't work today, but it was sure busy. I woke up early, 2 pounds lighter. I said "Thank You" to God and went out into the garage. It took me a little while to get my weights settled, but I had a good half hour workout (upper body). After my workout, I had a good breakfast.

Ron woke up about then and we had a trip to Walmart. I needed more dry cat food. It's funny, the cat featured on the bag of cat food looks just like our boys' nemesis. It's hysterical, "Fluffy" the cat on our cat food. Good thing our cats don't know. Fluffy would be insufferable and our boys would be compelled to mete our some ego-reducer.

While I was at Walmart, gloating around in the Misses' sizes, (I decided not to get jeans) I saw some cute "Activewear". I'm a sporty style type, so cute workout gear is always a good bet. I tried to find some online but it was very expensive, I couldn't find anything cute, and I couldn't find anythi…

VERY insulted

Well, the meeting went fine. It was mainly so the other vendor could get the Plant Manager to make some guarantees about his vending machines [rolleyes]. So why even drag us into it? I didn't appreciate everyone (the two consultants, the other vendor and his wife) giving me the lecture on don't get upset. I TAKE MY PILLS for God's sake. I'm not going to have a hissy fit. I am insulted, to be honest. I was the one who thanked her for putting commercial microwaves into the building, saving us the expense. Everyone else was concerned about their issues. So who behaved better? The one who recognized and appreciated her efforts, or the one who was thinking "Me me me"? But who got the lecture? Who hit the other vendor's wife? Ron? Me? No, the other vendor pushed me once when he was very angry about something, and he prevented me from leaving the hallway. Sounds like HE needs a lecture. But no, old "crazy" gets the lecture. VERY insul…

Scraping them off

As advertised, I went to Footlocker today and bought myself 5 cute t-shirts in a size Large, no "X's" at all. I also got a new pair of work shoes in black (not just gray) because they are comfy and I love them. The $10 price tag is just gravy.

We had a lot of running around today (at my request) but I was glad we did it. I went to work, filled the machines, received deliveries, helped Ron, did a "Pull", counted the money, went to the bank, got paid, paid Ron back $10 he loaned me, went to the mall, got t-shirts, got Ron Olive Leaf, ate, went to Sears (and saw NOTHING of interest), went to Walmart, get stuff we needed, discovered they were out of cat food, got the shoes, got my pills, etc. I was pretty beat by the time we got home and took a nap.

Frosty is the most precious cat ever. EVER. He got up on the bed with me and sniffed around at the covers. I held them up (he likes to get underneath, sniff around, and leave). This time, he got completely unde…

Property lines

I had a somewhat aggravating afternoon. The neighbor kids don't understand the concept of "Property lines". They have a sidewalk, even, and a park, but no, they must run through my yard to play. It's not really fun unless it's happening in my yard. Ugh.

I was OK with it until I caught the un-leashed dog squatting down to have a bowel movement in my garden bed. I was not happy. I'm also concerned, those boys are very active and what if one of them falls in my yard? Is that "on us"?

Onto happier subjects, I fixed enough food tonight to last a couple days. I even have a couple cooked pork chops in the freezer. I made sure to save some pork chop for Bubba, too.

Squirrel Crossing

Just for fun, I tried on the new bermuda shorts. They fit great, I could have gone for a run in them. I was thrilled, I wore them to work.

Work was fine, but getting home was a nightmare. Our pickup was an hour late. When I got home, Ron went to Starbucks and I went for a run. Just what the doctor ordered.

I do feel a little sorry for the squirrel. He likes to sit on the sidewalk while I'm running through the park. As I approach, he gets a "Squirrel in the headlights" look on his face. He gets alarmed and runs back and forth across the sidewalk. He NEVER gets out of my way. I have to dodge him at least once on every run.

Maybe he's trying to extort me for peanuts.
Ron gave me the day off. Mostly. We went to Walmart and bought him a card table for his computer. While we were there, I grabbed another pair of the size 20 misses shorts. The 18 bermudas looked to be a pretty close size, so I got a pair of them, too. They fit well, but a tad too tight for me to wear them in public. No muffin top, but I could see the line of my underwear.

We had an employee who used to wear clothing 2 sizes too small. She had the "muffin top" of soft white belly fat erupting over the waistband of her clothes, and seams stretched to near-bursting. It was so bad we actually had customers complaining, demanding she wear properly sized clothing. Ron did it. I don't know how, but he had her laughing about it and agreeing to wear more appropriate clothes to work. I don't want people to view me the way I viewed her "God, the poor thing is in total denial about her size. She really thinks she is a size 12."

When my measurements drop an…

I've shrunk 3 sizes in 6 weeks

I'm down to a size 20 Misses, at least in the Walmart sizes. I'm a "solid" 20 Misses at some companies, and according to my size chart ("American Clothing sizes - Women). However, some stores have various sizes for people. According to Land's End, I'm an 18. No way, that is classic vanity sizing - selling a size 12 as a size 10. Sears has peculiar sizes, much smaller than the other companies. Most companies allot a 10 inch difference between waist and hips (which I maintained as a size 6 teenager, all the way up to size 22W, my biggest ever). They only allocate 9. That means my waist will be loose and my hips will be tight. No thanks.

As a reward, I plan to buy myself a nice pair of bermuda shorts. Walmart doesn't have many size 20 Misses items, I was lucky to find the shorts I purchased. But I can order myself a pair online because I want to and I feel I deserve a treat. I plan to order them online after I get paid Monday.

Anyway, I am …
I'm glad I'm already doing lowcarb. I broke a chair today. Specifically, I broke my desk chair from IKEA. It was already cracked, I'd tripped and fallen over it when I was fatter, and when I tried to lean back in my chair it cracked even more. Ooops. Well, I'll get a new one, no big deal. I can still sit in it, if I'm careful.

I sure worked my tail off the last couple days, exercise bike last night, run today, mowing the lawn today, all kinds of work work work. It was nice to have Mom and Dad over for dinner.

They got a kick out of the home-grown salad, my low carb spaghetti, and the yummy desserts (I had a good low carb dessert). It's a little sad to see them because it makes me realize how much time we lost when I was sick. Well, they're still here and they forgave me (amazingly) for all the truly crazy things I said when I was sick.

I don't think I'd be that kind! I guess that's what makes them parents.

The garden looks great, the c…

Do-it-yourself racing

I'm very proud of myself; I just got off the exercise bike. I have no desire to resume the fanatical workouts of the past, I just did 25 minutes of good effort, plus warmup and cooldown.

I mentioned I already went for a run this weekend, and wasn't half as sore as I thought I'd be. I like the idea of a 20 minute to half hour workout 5 days a week. It's good, it's healthy, and I won't injure myself unless I do something truly stupid. I have good shoes and workout gear.

I thought it might be fun to do a 5K race, but (naturally) no one wants to run in the heat. Ron and I just got back from Galveston, and one of my favorite memories ever is a wonderful run I took along the Seawall. Of course, I didn't do it this time, but we've talked about going back.

Why not make my own 5K? It would be easy to plot out a 5K route along the Seawall, 1.5 miles one way, 3 miles round trip. Get up early in the morning, take my run. I love the idea. It's a lot he…

I want to run

First off, I've had a great time with Mom and Dad here this week. We've had some really fun day trips and it's great to have them around. I sure appreciate them a lot more than I did as a child!

The last couple weeks, it's slowly built... a desire to run. Being ill ruined so many things I loved, crocheting, crafts, my marriage, my relationship with poor Mom and Dad, and my love of fitness - mainly powerlifting and running. I would obsessively perform the activity for hours on end day after day until I crashed into another depression. Or I hurt myself.

But some things about me: I love creating things, I love my job (merchandising/retail sales), I love to garden, and I love running. I'm slow and it isn't pretty no matter what I weigh but I have a good time.

Mom got me an affordable pair of running shoes. She made a wise choice. Today, on my way home from work, I decided to go for a run. I did walk/run intervals with a good warm up and cool down. I was…