Archive for March, 2010

It’s been a long week.

Thursday, March 18th, 2010

I had a dream last night that I opened up this site and there were 5 comments on a post.  FIVE!  All in one day and none of them were me!  It was exciting.

I’m having a terrible day.  It started out okay – I got up and showered and ready to go to work.  I got into my car, pulled out of the driveway, and the front of my car scraped along the driveway in a way entirely unlike it’s supposed to.  So I got out, went back inside for a flashlight, and came back out to my car to look at my tires.  And, as luck would have it, my front passenger tire is completely flat.  Not just sort of flat.  It’s COMPLETELY flat.

So I got back into my car, backed up, and drove back into my driveway.  And ran the side of my car into the mailbox, leaving a long white stripe of paint along its path.  I pulled back out, adjusted, parked again, and went back inside.  Justin heard me come back into the house, so he was waiting for me upstairs when I came in and said, “I’m having a really awful morning.”

He came out to look at the damage and sent me off to work in his car.  He’s working from home today.  I had to stop for gas and I vowed, on my way to the gas station, that if the car ran out of gas before I got to the pump, I was going to STAY HOME.

I made it to the gas station, and I made it all the way to work, and I got to my desk 20 minutes later than I was supposed to get there.  Fortunately, because I was at work for and hour and a half longer yesterday than normal because I was supporting a delivery, no one was at all upset about it.

At lunch, I was supposed to go to an event so I could write about it for a newsletter.  It’s at another building here, and I had to drive around to get to it, but when I got there, my badge won’t let me into the building.  And no one was answering their phones so they could help me get in.  So I missed my event.  And I had to go buy lunch because I was supposed to get lunch at the event and didn’t bring one with me.

Now, on the up-side of things, Justin was able to stay home and I was able to take his car.  He said that a lot of the paint came off and I’ll probably be able to get more of it off with some more work.  (I think that’s what he said.  I was so distracted by the thought that it might come off that I lost the rest of it.)  When I got to work late, I found a parking spot right in front of the gate so I had less of a walk.  It is a really beautiful day out today, so it was nice weather to be standing outside of a gate trying to figure out how to get to my meeting.  I had a yummy and not too calorie-heavy grilled chicken wrap from Sonic for lunch (with apple slices for snack later).

I finished a project as far as I can for the moment and have another one standing by to complete entirely.  I have music practice tonight and we’re learning a new version of a hymn that I’ve been listening to several times today and it’s helping me stay positive (“It is well”).  And because I’ve worked two and a half hours of overtime already this week, I’m taking an hour and a half of vacation tomorrow morning and staying home from work.  Because I had seven hours of overtime last week and I don’t really care for the extra money this week.  Because working an 11 hour day on a Friday should be rewarded by sleeping in on the following Friday.  And because I’m just having a heck of a week.

Did I tell you I dropped my mug?  I don’t think I did.  It was on Tuesday; I was washing the mug I use for making my oatmeal every morning and for soup and other microwaving needs at the office.  It was a white mug I got when we went to Life in Salt Lake City (was it in 1998 or 2000?) and said “Alliance Youth” on the side of it in lovely blue writing.  It was a great mug, perfect for microwaving my oatmeal, very slick looking, and I liked it.  But it slipped from my hand while I was washing it at work and it broke into a bunch of pieces on the floor.  And I stood there looking at the pieces and cried.  Over a stupid mug.  A mug I liked, granted, but it was just a mug.  It didn’t particularly matter that I’d gotten it at Life or that I’d had it for about 10 years; I liked it because it was pretty and the perfect size.  And I was sad that I’d broken it.

Monday I was at work at 6:30 to work on a project that no one asked for until today.  Tuesday I broke my mug.  Wednesday I was at work until 6:30, finishing up a project for a guy who was out of the office all day because his kids were off school for St. Patrick’s Day.  Today, well, has been today.  I think I need a day off.

So that’s the plan.

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Weight progress (10 days into it)

Wednesday, March 17th, 2010

Happy St. Patrick’s Day everybody!  I know it’s not a big deal in a lot of places, but Savannah goes all out for this holiday—schools are closed, half of my department is out of the office, mobs of people have descended on downtown.  I’m at work, wearing the most kelly green turtle neck that I own and a pair of white and green stripped socks over my black tights.  And these kickin’ maroon shoes with enormous buckles.  I look AWESOME.  Or at least I make people smile.  The only thing I’m really missing is a great hat.  Maybe I’ll get one before next year.

Anyway, this post is going to be about my weight loss progress, so anybody who finds that really boring, feel free to leave right now, skip to the next post on the page, and leave wonderfully complimentary comments about my photography skills.  Because a girl likes to be complimented.

Okay, so I’m on day 10 of logging my food in a row.  This may be the most number of days I’ve tracked my calories EVER.  I usually fail on weekends, but I’m finding that this goal of getting a massage if I can do 30 days in a row to be EXTREMELY motivating.  I want that massage!  So when we went out of town, I took my notebook that I use to write down my calories until I can get online to track them with MyFoodDiary (or MFD).  And I was very purposeful about my food choices.  Green beans instead of French fries.  Salad instead of hamburger.

I’ve seen my food choices and how I approach food change drastically, just in the last week and a half.  I’ve stopped snacking nearly as often and chosen better snacking options when I do.  And I’m less hungry than I used to be.  I was genuinely more excited about that seared salmon on Saturday than about almost anything else on that menu (the crab cakes would have been delicious!).

I’m feeling very good about what I’m doing.  I feel like I’m lighter, like I can start the day better because I’m not so pulled down by gravity.  It doesn’t make a lot of sense that it would be so, but it’s how it feels.  Maybe I just have more energy because I’m making better food choices.  Either way, it feels wonderful.

I think I can already see a difference in my body shape.  My chin is smaller.  My face feels more narrow when I wash it.  My ankles look more slender—more like ankles than cankles.  I’ve worn a couple of tops where it seemed like they fit better than they have in months, like they might actually button up and not pop buttons off under the strain.  The pants I wore on Monday seemed to fit worse, as if there was all this extra fabric hanging out in the front.  I didn’t measure myself, so it could all just be in my head.  Or it could be that I’ve held onto a lot of water weight that feel of quickly once I started to do this right.

My scale at home isn’t terribly reliable, so I was planning to weigh myself on the scale at the gym.  I haven’t had the opportunity to do that, though, so last night I weighed myself on the antique-looking scale at the chiropractor’s office.  It’s probably not entirely reliable, but it’s better than the one I have at home.  At my doctor’s appointment on the 4th, I weighed in at 232 pounds.  At home, yesterday morning, my scale said I was 218 pounds.  Obviously, that can’t be right.  This morning it said I was 216.5 pounds.  The thing is crazy.  But the scale at the chiropractor’s office said I was 221 pounds.  So either I just lost 11 pounds in 13 days or these scales are lying.

I’m tempted to drive over to my doctor’s office on Friday and use her scale, just to see what’s going on.  Is it possible I’ve been carrying that much easy-to-lose weight around for this long?  The whole thing is wacky.

But the exact numbers aren’t all that important to me right now, just as long as they’re smaller than they were before.  As long as they’re not higher than 232 and not lower than 135 and they’re moving more toward the 135 than the 232, I’m great!  I have such a long way to go that it doesn’t matter yet exactly what they are.  Just as long as I’m making progress.

And I am!  9 days of logging down.  It’s amazing how having a set goal and reward is so motivating.  I’m all about chasing that carrot on the stick, except I’m not terribly fond of carrots, so let’s make it a sweet potato.  Since the massage reward is working out so well, I’ve been trying to think of other rewards I can use after more logging-goals are met.  And I’m trying to keep well away from food rewards because I don’t find them as motivating.  But things like a new food scale after two months of logging sounds really good—my current scale is a little frustrating.  An umbrella for the back porch after three (or four?) months of logging is exciting because I’ve wanted one of those for ages.  Our back porch is nearly uninhabitable during the summer because there’s absolutely no shade.  Maybe I’ll go back for a second massage.  And if you have any other recommendations on rewards, I’d really love to hear them!

So that’s where things are at right now.  I’m feeling *really* good about how it’s going and how I’m feeling and how I’m looking (even if it’s just in my head).

Cheers!

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Photos of Charleston

Tuesday, March 16th, 2010

Okay, this post is a follow-up on the one I did earlier today, so if it doesn’t make sense, go read the one ahead of it.  This is just going to be pictures, really.  (Click on the pictures for larger versions.)

Charleston Bridge means we've gone too far

Charleston Bridge means we've gone too far

We didn’t really know where we were going, but we realized as we were crossing this bridge that we’d gone too far.  So we got to the other side and turned around, which gave me a second chance to try to take this photo.

Waterfront Park benches

Waterfront Park benches

We parked the car and found this great park with all these wonderful benches and alcoves.  I bet this place is wonderful in a couple more weeks once the grass is growing and things are alive again.

No lifeguard on duty

No lifeguard on duty

In the park we found this fountain.  There’s a whole list of rules about wading in the fountains – yes, there is more than one, I’ll get to that in a second – including “no swimming.”  Really?  In a pool only a foot deep?  Go figure.

No swimming allowed

No swimming allowed

This is the other fountain.  I bet this one is the favorite in the summer.  Just look at all that refreshing water!  On Saturday, it was in the 60s, probably, and the wind was blowing so strongly that water was flowing off the fountain and down the stairs.

Lunch!

Lunch!

This was my lunch — seared salmon with green beans and Charleston red rice (from which I picked out all the pork).  I forgot my journal in the car to write down what I’d eaten so I took a picture of it instead.  I’m rather proud of my good food choices on Saturday.

Charleston alley

Charleston alley

This was on the way back to where we’d parked.  It’s just an alleyway and I have no idea what the building is, but I thought it looked really interesting.

Blue boy

Blue boy

This is “Blue boy.”  He’s the real reason why we went up to Charleston.  Since the puppies were all the same color, they have ribbons around their neck to keep them straight.

Puppies!

Puppies!

See?  Otherwise they all look the same.  There were four of them total when we were there, but the other one hadn’t made it over yet.  They were adorable!

Painted sky

Painted sky

And on the way out of town we got this great sunset.  This picture doesn’t really capture it very well, but it was amazing.

And there you go!  Pictures from our day in Charleston.

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Happenings the last few days

Tuesday, March 16th, 2010

Erica gave her fabulous recap of her contest weekend (congratulations, Mae-Mae!) so I figured I should get on here and write about what’s been going on over here.

Justin’s mom (Wendy) landed in town on Thursday and she and Jessi (Justin’s sister) have been busy bees working on getting her room cleaned up and laundry washed and everything reset for the next quarter.  Friday, I worked from 7:30 until 7:00, trying to get a document finished after they changed the scope of the project on me and told me that I might need to send out the completed product early Monday morning.  It wasn’t a fun day.  I wasn’t finished by the time I left, but I couldn’t stand being at work for any longer.

Saturday morning, Jessi, Wendy, and I got up and did yoga together before we all went to Charleston for the day.  We got a later start than anticipated, so we didn’t get into town until 1:00.  We walked around Water Front Park for a while (I’ll have to post pictures later) before heading to a restaurant for lunch.

After lunch, we went back to the car to drive to a Bichon Frise breeder’s home.  The breeder had four puppies and Wendy got to choose which one she was going to buy.  So we all got to play with puppies for an hour or two while she tried to make up her mind and take care of paperwork and everything that’s involved in buying a show-quality puppy.  And then we drove home with a brand new puppy.  (Again, I’ll have to post pictures later.)

We’ve been learning how to puppy-proof our house.  And our floors have never seen so much Windex.  Justin and I are absolutely not ready for a puppy yet.

Sunday morning was church and the afternoon was rest and the evening was Bible study.

Monday morning I got up at 5:00 so I could be to work at 6:30 and finish up the project I didn’t finish on Friday.  So it felt like I got up at 4.  Got to work at 5:30.  Monday morning was terrible.  But I got my project pretty much finished by noon, got the front page signed by 3:00, and got it out for review around 4.  I still haven’t heard anything about needing to send it anywhere, but it could still happen.

Last night, I took Jessi to Zumba class with me.

St. Patrick’s Day is tomorrow, so downtown Savannah is going to be a madhouse.  Wendy and Jessi are going into town today and staying until Thursday so they can go to the parade and be a part of the festivities.  Justin and I are working and that’s fine because we don’t much like the crowds anyway.

And that’s pretty much what’s going on!  I’ll try to get back here tonight and put up some pictures from Saturday.  I don’t think I have any good ones of the puppy (he doesn’t have a name yet—I like “Jasper”) but that might have to wait until Thursday or Friday since they’ll take him to Savannah with them this afternoon.

And maybe tomorrow I’ll give an update on my weight-loss progress, if I can use the scale at the chiropractor’s office tonight.  I don’t trust my scale at home.

Can you tell I’m tired and just not really “with it” today?  Ugh.  So tired.  Tomorrow will be better.

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Rainy morning

Thursday, March 11th, 2010

It’s raining this morning.  Small rivers run down sidewalks and across pavement, rimmed with bright yellow banks of pollen dust.  I’m not sure what exactly is blooming so quickly after the chilly weather, but I am sure that it’s doing it very well.  So far it isn’t enough to bother my allergies, but I’m sure that day is coming.

I step over a river to go through the gate and into work, trying to keep my shoes dry.  I hold my umbrella over my head, angled to the slant of the rain.  It’s brightly colored polka-dots coordinate wonderfully with the monochromatic polka dots on my skirt.  An elbow on my umbrella is broken and it hangs down limply like a broken wing.  Water drips off the edges of my umbrella and I hope the book in my purse isn’t getting wet.

Wind picks up my hair and blows it into my face and I have to stop and brush it out of my eyes before I keep walking.  I’m running a little late because I had to stop for a train, but if I walk half-blind, I’ll step into a puddle.  My shoes are wet already, soaking through to my socks.  When I get up to my desk, I’ll have to set them in front of the space heater under my desk for a while.

It’s a dark morning, this close to Daylight Savings, and I’m sure this rain is going to last all day.  It’s good for the grass.  I can see the colors changing when I drive through the marsh—a hint of pale green creeping into the golden and gray grass growing there.  A fire went through there earlier this week, burning a portion of the dry grass.  I suspect it was started by a careless commuter’s cigarette, but I’m hesitant to say that it’s a bad thing.  The marsh burns every year and I think it’s part of the natural cycle of that environment.

But there won’t be any burning this morning.  Only mud puddles from this rain.

There was a flower blooming in the flowerbed outside my house this morning.  It wasn’t there yesterday, but suddenly this morning:  Flower!  I hope this rain helps bring on more blossoms.  I really need to get out and cut down last year’s pampas grass and the branches off the crepe myrtle trees, but it’s not going to happen today.

I reach the door of my building, collapse my umbrella and shake off the rain.  My toes are cold from the damp and I’m looking forward to that space heater.  It’s going to be a long day.  I’m running on too little sleep and I have a lot of complicated work to finish and several meetings to attend.  My mother in law will be at the house when I get home.

But for right now, I’m going to go clock into work and go make myself some warm tea and oatmeal.  Put my shoes and toes in front of the space heater.  Hang my wounded umbrella on the wall.

And get started on my day.

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