Hey guys.
Yep, still alive. Just took a hiatus from writing. I was having a moody week last week, and while I was still trying to eat well and exercise, I simply was not doing anything worth talking about. Bitching and moaning over not having the car because KJ was working, or feeling like punting people due to PMS? Waahhh... cry me a river, right? So, I took a break from writing about life because I don't enjoy writing about life when life feels that petty and mundane to me.
In any event, today was a great day. We're in the midst of a closet renovation. Our clothes are everywhere, and our bedroom looks like a bomb went off. Instead of sitting around in this mess waiting for plaster to dry, we went out for breakfast this morning, and then we took the dogs for a 6 km walk through the woods on a trail nearby. An hour and 9 minutes from start to finish, we were home. I had burned 620 calories, and the dogs were exhausted.
Tonight for dinner, we made a vegetarian eggplant lasagna (that's using slices of eggplant instead of noodles), and a Caesar salad and it was frigging delicious! I highly recommend trying it if you have a gluten allergy. I didn't realize I was sensitive to gluten (or something in breads and pastas) until I had bread after 4 weeks without. My guts were in agony! Then again, maybe it was all the pulled pork... who knows? I am queen of the pork fart, after all.
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Tuesday, 5 May 2015
Thursday, 23 April 2015
Impressive, and gross.
I have been having great success this week. As of this morning, I am down 16.4 lbs from my starting weight, and I can see a difference in my face and midsection. I haven't been exercising at the gym as much because of the car situation due KJ's work schedule. I honestly hate going at night. I am a morning person. I like to get up and get moving. Putting it off until 8 PM is rough. I only have enough energy in me to eek out 30 minutes of cardio, and then I am done.
Because of my personal preferences in exercise, I have been diligent with food and it's really helping. I haven't gone over 1400 calories since Saturday, and they've all been good calories. No junk, no eating out of boredom, and when I do feel like eating, I make smart choices.
One of the things I have been curious about since the fat's been going away is what exactly the amount of fat actually looks like. One pound of fat looks is about the size of a coffee cup, for example.
Gross, right? At 16 lbs lost, I wanted to know what that looked like in a lump. Since I am proportionate in my weight loss and gain, I can't fathom just how much fat I have lost because I lose all over, not just somewhere like my gut. Thanks, Google, for finding it for me:
THAT. IS. DISGUSTING...
I am glad it's gone. I'll be glad to get to 20 lbs gone, and happier still when I get to the goal I'm striving for. One pound at a time.
Because of my personal preferences in exercise, I have been diligent with food and it's really helping. I haven't gone over 1400 calories since Saturday, and they've all been good calories. No junk, no eating out of boredom, and when I do feel like eating, I make smart choices.
One of the things I have been curious about since the fat's been going away is what exactly the amount of fat actually looks like. One pound of fat looks is about the size of a coffee cup, for example.
Gross, right? At 16 lbs lost, I wanted to know what that looked like in a lump. Since I am proportionate in my weight loss and gain, I can't fathom just how much fat I have lost because I lose all over, not just somewhere like my gut. Thanks, Google, for finding it for me:
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| What a beautiful curio cabinet display... |
THAT. IS. DISGUSTING...
I am glad it's gone. I'll be glad to get to 20 lbs gone, and happier still when I get to the goal I'm striving for. One pound at a time.
Monday, 20 April 2015
Knitting, Sitting & Shit Ankle
The ol' shit ankle is flaring up again. I don't remember what I initially did to it, but two years ago I was walking and rolled my ankle on the edge of the pavement, causing a huge flare in the original injury and was hobbling around for several weeks, icing it and keeping it elevated. Last week, while walking Bisou, I had to defend her against a roaming Husky who was trying to make her its bitch. When I pivoted on my left foot to scare away the offending roamer (it worked, by the way), doing so must have aggravated the Shit Ankle Gods, because it's been going out on me at random ever since.
Last night when KJ got home from work, we went to the gym and I got on one of the elliptical machines. Ol' Shitty was yelling at me on every downward step on the left foot, so I had to give it up and go for the bike instead. I guess it's just as well. Change in the gym routine is good, I'm told, but I prefer ellipticals to bikes. I also prefer morning exercise to 8 PM exercise, so an 8 PM bike ride was blaaahhh.
In dog news, Tipper is on a diet of white rice and boiled chicken as of yesterday morning, and she seems to be enjoying it. Her butt has ceased falling out as of Saturday night, thankfully, and she's feeling much better (as I type this, she is quietly woofing and rumble-growling at a pedestrian walking a dog up my street). I was pretty concerned and horrified all day Saturday, but she's back to normal.
So, Shit-Ankle Sunday resulted in a lot of quality time with my couch and knitting needles. I finished this right-hand mitten this morning, having worked my way to the thumb yesterday.It still needs to be felted (ie: boiled and rubbed furiously). Working with double-pointed needles is not always my favourite thing to do, but if you ever decide to try it out, I highly recommend Caspian from Knit Picks. They are not only pretty, but they have excellent points and are lightweight and don't fall out of your work like the nickel plated ones do.
Last night when KJ got home from work, we went to the gym and I got on one of the elliptical machines. Ol' Shitty was yelling at me on every downward step on the left foot, so I had to give it up and go for the bike instead. I guess it's just as well. Change in the gym routine is good, I'm told, but I prefer ellipticals to bikes. I also prefer morning exercise to 8 PM exercise, so an 8 PM bike ride was blaaahhh.
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| Pain is not helpful, you guinea pig asshole. |
In dog news, Tipper is on a diet of white rice and boiled chicken as of yesterday morning, and she seems to be enjoying it. Her butt has ceased falling out as of Saturday night, thankfully, and she's feeling much better (as I type this, she is quietly woofing and rumble-growling at a pedestrian walking a dog up my street). I was pretty concerned and horrified all day Saturday, but she's back to normal.
So, Shit-Ankle Sunday resulted in a lot of quality time with my couch and knitting needles. I finished this right-hand mitten this morning, having worked my way to the thumb yesterday.It still needs to be felted (ie: boiled and rubbed furiously). Working with double-pointed needles is not always my favourite thing to do, but if you ever decide to try it out, I highly recommend Caspian from Knit Picks. They are not only pretty, but they have excellent points and are lightweight and don't fall out of your work like the nickel plated ones do.
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| Pre-felting. |
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| Compared to a finished, felted mitt. |
Now to enjoy a cup of coffee, start the left mitt and try not to fall asleep because I woke up too early this morning and couldn't get back to sleep.
Saturday, 18 April 2015
FML
Well, today has been one of those days where I am sad I own a big dog. Don't get me wrong; I love my dogs. But today, out of the blue, Tipper's colon decided to become the bane of my existence. It's like she found a Poo Salad of her own. It was a disaster of epic proportions because, naturally, she has no sense and likes to walk through the land mines she's launching. I've wiped her ass (and washed her goddamned hairy feet) more today than I've wiped anyone else's ass (and feet) before in my life.
I called the vet since there was blood present in the catastrophe, and naturally the vet's office is closed on Saturday. Luckily, the vet on call was super friendly and sensible, deterring me from coming in for Emergency service for the runs because it's really common.
"Just withhold her food today, supply her with lots of water, and tomorrow feed her some cooked rice and chicken breast, and save yourself $350 in emergency fees. If it worsens, call me back and bring her in."
Deal. And thankfully, it has not worsened. It's practically stopped as of an hour ago, so fingers crossed she's all better. She's back on duty, jumping up every time I cough because I'm sure she thinks I'm choking to death. Guess she knows CPR or the Heimlich...or just doesn't want to miss the show. Either way, she's her normal self. Let's hope it stays that way.
In addition to all the terrible things I have seen and smelled at home today, I also saw and smelled some terrible things at the gym! See, I got up at 6 AM and drove the Cap'n to work so I could go to the gym. At 6:45 AM. On a Saturday. Let me tell you, in case you've never seen it first hand, the people in the gym at that hour on the weekends look and smell like they ought to be buried.
What I'm trying to say is the gym was full of some very, very old people this morning. Kudos to them for getting up early and working out. I know people half the age of some of those guys who can't walk the length of themselves without panting, let alone wake up at the crack of dawn with intent to exercise. What is not cool, however, is the amount of farting that happens when the gym is full of old folks. So. Much. Farting! It was almost impressive, once my eyes stopped watering. I was afraid I'd end up with pink eye. There were more farts in the air than there was oxygen. When the exercise machines say you should stop use if you become short of breath, dizzy or feel faint, I don't think that scenario was what they had in mind.
I think I'll stick with my usual gym schedule from now on. The oxygen saturation is better in the late morning/early afternoon.
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| Stuff like this makes me 100% certain I should not have kids. |
I called the vet since there was blood present in the catastrophe, and naturally the vet's office is closed on Saturday. Luckily, the vet on call was super friendly and sensible, deterring me from coming in for Emergency service for the runs because it's really common.
"Just withhold her food today, supply her with lots of water, and tomorrow feed her some cooked rice and chicken breast, and save yourself $350 in emergency fees. If it worsens, call me back and bring her in."
Deal. And thankfully, it has not worsened. It's practically stopped as of an hour ago, so fingers crossed she's all better. She's back on duty, jumping up every time I cough because I'm sure she thinks I'm choking to death. Guess she knows CPR or the Heimlich...or just doesn't want to miss the show. Either way, she's her normal self. Let's hope it stays that way.
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| Or else. |
In addition to all the terrible things I have seen and smelled at home today, I also saw and smelled some terrible things at the gym! See, I got up at 6 AM and drove the Cap'n to work so I could go to the gym. At 6:45 AM. On a Saturday. Let me tell you, in case you've never seen it first hand, the people in the gym at that hour on the weekends look and smell like they ought to be buried.
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| Or like they'd recently escaped the first attempt at burial. |
What I'm trying to say is the gym was full of some very, very old people this morning. Kudos to them for getting up early and working out. I know people half the age of some of those guys who can't walk the length of themselves without panting, let alone wake up at the crack of dawn with intent to exercise. What is not cool, however, is the amount of farting that happens when the gym is full of old folks. So. Much. Farting! It was almost impressive, once my eyes stopped watering. I was afraid I'd end up with pink eye. There were more farts in the air than there was oxygen. When the exercise machines say you should stop use if you become short of breath, dizzy or feel faint, I don't think that scenario was what they had in mind.
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| Maybe I'll pin this up next time... |
I think I'll stick with my usual gym schedule from now on. The oxygen saturation is better in the late morning/early afternoon.
Friday, 17 April 2015
Free Shoes & Fat Loss
Today is starting out as a good one! I stepped on the scale today after 2 weeks of disappointment and irregularity to find that the number has dropped. Finally! In addition to the weight loss I've been waiting on, I remembered this morning that I still had 2 credits on JustFab from earlier this year. That translates into $88 worth of shoes for $20, shipping included. It's a good thing we're planning on a shoe rack for the closet renovation next month...
Tonight, we're heading out to a customer appreciation party for my friend's realty company (even though we're not customers), and since KJ has the car I can't get to the gym so I will have to get creative with the exercise. I could walk outdoors, but it's back to being ass-chillingly cold again these past 2 days. I hate going for walks when it's cold outside. Yesterday, it was windy as hell and snowing off and on all day!
On the diet front, I have been doing pretty great. It's interesting what you can learn when you actually read the labels on food and do a little research. For instance, the bagged sweet kale salad from Costco is surprisingly high in calories and sugar. The bag says a single serving is 1 cup, which (for a salad made of broccoli, Brussels sprouts, cabbages and kale) is really not much. So why in the hell is it 140 calories per serving? Turns out it's the frigging dried cranberries. I assumed that dried cranberries were just cranberries, but no sir. They're dried, sweetened cranberries. I was eating this salad several times a week, and it was packed with sugar. Not anymore! I've been picking out the majority of the cranberries, leaving only 8-10 pieces per 2 cups of salad.
I'm also exercising epic will power... the following treats have been laying around my house for weeks now, and are still unopened. Anyone interested? Free for the taking.
Happy Friday, folks. Hopefully yours is as good as mine!
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| I may have a problem. |
Tonight, we're heading out to a customer appreciation party for my friend's realty company (even though we're not customers), and since KJ has the car I can't get to the gym so I will have to get creative with the exercise. I could walk outdoors, but it's back to being ass-chillingly cold again these past 2 days. I hate going for walks when it's cold outside. Yesterday, it was windy as hell and snowing off and on all day!
On the diet front, I have been doing pretty great. It's interesting what you can learn when you actually read the labels on food and do a little research. For instance, the bagged sweet kale salad from Costco is surprisingly high in calories and sugar. The bag says a single serving is 1 cup, which (for a salad made of broccoli, Brussels sprouts, cabbages and kale) is really not much. So why in the hell is it 140 calories per serving? Turns out it's the frigging dried cranberries. I assumed that dried cranberries were just cranberries, but no sir. They're dried, sweetened cranberries. I was eating this salad several times a week, and it was packed with sugar. Not anymore! I've been picking out the majority of the cranberries, leaving only 8-10 pieces per 2 cups of salad.
I'm also exercising epic will power... the following treats have been laying around my house for weeks now, and are still unopened. Anyone interested? Free for the taking.
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| You can't get me! |
Happy Friday, folks. Hopefully yours is as good as mine!
- Starting weight: 255.6 lbs
- Today's weight: 242.8 lbs
- = 12.7 lbs lost
Wednesday, 15 April 2015
Losing track of days
One of the weirdest things about not having a hard schedule due to a job is never really being sure of what day of the week it is. Is it Monday? Feels like a Friday. It's Wednesday, and I know this because it was crew change day for KJ, but I woke up this morning thinking it was Saturday. I still don't know what day of the diet I'm on...
Counting forward from the appropriate blog post, it appears to be Day 7 of Cycle 2, but we have been cheating in the evenings. Bad cheating. Cheesecake cheating. One of our friends brought a strawberry cheesecake to the potluck on Saturday and so we were left with the remains in our fridge. What am I supposed to do? Not eat it? I'm not a superhero. So we ate some. A couple times. Naturally, KJ continued to lose weight while my weight stood still. It's hard not to get frustrated with his fucking metabolism. I'm kind of glad he's back on a ship-food diet for the next 4 weeks so I can focus on feeding myself and he can snack on whatever he wants without me having to see or smell it.
I started today feeding myself bran flakes and almond milk, and then I opened the fridge and threw half a cheesecake in the garbage. I feel like a terrible person for that, but my gut flab will thank me when it dies an honorable death. In addition to a sensible breakfast, fruit, vegetables for lunch, and leftover spaghetti squash in meat sauce for supper, I took advantage of the beautiful sunshine and warm temperature today and went for a walk and burned off 300 calories. I also had a great day where my stomach was concerned. My useless, lazy, irritable insides finally did their job without a toxic salad, stimulants, or a fire hose to help them out. Praise baby Jebus! Friday is weigh-in day, so with any luck I'll see some results in that accursed number.
And if not, I'll run over the scale with my car.
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| Seriously, does anyone know? |
Counting forward from the appropriate blog post, it appears to be Day 7 of Cycle 2, but we have been cheating in the evenings. Bad cheating. Cheesecake cheating. One of our friends brought a strawberry cheesecake to the potluck on Saturday and so we were left with the remains in our fridge. What am I supposed to do? Not eat it? I'm not a superhero. So we ate some. A couple times. Naturally, KJ continued to lose weight while my weight stood still. It's hard not to get frustrated with his fucking metabolism. I'm kind of glad he's back on a ship-food diet for the next 4 weeks so I can focus on feeding myself and he can snack on whatever he wants without me having to see or smell it.
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| "Crunch those chips just ONE. MORE. TIME!" |
I started today feeding myself bran flakes and almond milk, and then I opened the fridge and threw half a cheesecake in the garbage. I feel like a terrible person for that, but my gut flab will thank me when it dies an honorable death. In addition to a sensible breakfast, fruit, vegetables for lunch, and leftover spaghetti squash in meat sauce for supper, I took advantage of the beautiful sunshine and warm temperature today and went for a walk and burned off 300 calories. I also had a great day where my stomach was concerned. My useless, lazy, irritable insides finally did their job without a toxic salad, stimulants, or a fire hose to help them out. Praise baby Jebus! Friday is weigh-in day, so with any luck I'll see some results in that accursed number.
And if not, I'll run over the scale with my car.
Tuesday, 14 April 2015
Slacker
I have been slacking on the blogging this weekend, and I apologize to my 2 die-hard fans. This weekend has been a busy one with all the eating, and hosting, and eating some more. Yeah, there's been exercising as well, but it's been mostly to negate the eating that was done.
Friday we painted our bedroom and went to the gym. Because of the painting, I decided in advance that I did not want to cook so it didn't take much persuading to get my darling husband to agree that Chinese food was a great option. After we ate, we came home and put a second coat of paint on the room and realized it would need a third coat. Since we didn't have enough paint for a third coat, we put the room back together and decided to renovate the closet later this month, and with the paint we'll inevitably need for that job, we'd put another coat on the bedroom. Honestly, as happy as a full closet revamp will make me, I'd be happy to have anything other than a bare light bulb in there like it has now!
Saturday, we had friends over for a potluck and a game of poker. It was a great night with lot of laughs, but again with lots of food. That is why on Sunday, we had a leaner day with some more exercise. Nothing overly exciting has happened, aside from shopping for closet storage solutions and groceries.
Tomorrow, Captain KJ returns to work. Luckily for us, the ship is due for repairs so he's on day work and will be coming home at night. This affords me days full of being attentive to my diet (and him eating aboard the ship), walking outdoors (fingers crossed), and going to the gym at night instead of in the day like we have been. If I feel like going earlier in the day, I'll have to get up at 6 AM and drive him to work like I was doing 4 weeks ago when I started this trend, and I may very well do that. I find I get better results from my gym time if I go first thing in the morning.
Friday we painted our bedroom and went to the gym. Because of the painting, I decided in advance that I did not want to cook so it didn't take much persuading to get my darling husband to agree that Chinese food was a great option. After we ate, we came home and put a second coat of paint on the room and realized it would need a third coat. Since we didn't have enough paint for a third coat, we put the room back together and decided to renovate the closet later this month, and with the paint we'll inevitably need for that job, we'd put another coat on the bedroom. Honestly, as happy as a full closet revamp will make me, I'd be happy to have anything other than a bare light bulb in there like it has now!
Saturday, we had friends over for a potluck and a game of poker. It was a great night with lot of laughs, but again with lots of food. That is why on Sunday, we had a leaner day with some more exercise. Nothing overly exciting has happened, aside from shopping for closet storage solutions and groceries.
Tomorrow, Captain KJ returns to work. Luckily for us, the ship is due for repairs so he's on day work and will be coming home at night. This affords me days full of being attentive to my diet (and him eating aboard the ship), walking outdoors (fingers crossed), and going to the gym at night instead of in the day like we have been. If I feel like going earlier in the day, I'll have to get up at 6 AM and drive him to work like I was doing 4 weeks ago when I started this trend, and I may very well do that. I find I get better results from my gym time if I go first thing in the morning.
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| Makes sense to me! |
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