I don't know how much sense what I write is going to make, but I'm gonna write something anyway. It feels like it's been forever since I last posted anything here, even though it really hasn't been that long.
Handy hint. If you don't want your phone going dead on you by late morning/early afternoon, you need to remember to charge it. Silly me.
It's no secret that one of my biggest struggles in life is maintaining a healthy weight. The last three years of my life I've done nothing but obsess over the food choices I make, about the exercise I'm doing or not doing, about the pound I'm up or down. Obsessing has helped keep me on track and not lose focus of where I am and where I want to be. A couple of weeks ago, I decided to be a little stricter with my diet. I wasn't gaining weight, but I wasn't losing weight either. I wanted to jump start the weight loss and drop maybe five more pounds in anticipation of my upcoming trip to Austin. I have a feeling there's going to be a lot of deliciousness around to try. I don't want to come home fifteen pounds heavier than I was when I left. So I've been pretty good. I managed to drop a couple of pounds and that was good. And then this week hit. To say that it wasn't a good week would be an understatement. There was nothing in particular that was horrible, but all these smaller things started adding up to one great big giant thing. Over the weekend, Ken and I had issues. We never have issues, so on the rare occasion that we do, it's really unsettling for me. I carried that with me for days. I had another sciatic nerve issue, totally out of the blue. No warning whatsoever. And that got me down. I've been busting out the overtime at work and have been working on very little sleep. Being tired, physically wounded and emotionally spent all added up to one thing. Eat as much shit as humanly possible. And I did. All week long. Monday was the worst day. I somehow managed to have three pieces of cake at work, another one at home, plus a dinner I wasn't hungry for. Tuesday I added muffins and ice cream to my diet. Wednesday continued my love affair with Otis Spunkmeyer's chocolate chocolate chip muffins. Thursday I engorged myself on pudding. You get the idea. So imagine my surprise this morning when I hopped on the scale before showering. I was 186.9 lbs. I have never in my adult life weighed 186.9 lbs. Ever. I'm sure I haven't seen that number since I was 12 or 13 years old. I'm guessing this was a fluke or something, because I'm still scratching my head over it. That number won't hold, either, especially after dinner tonight. I chowed down like the old fat boy I used to be.
Last night I was updating Quicken and paying bills. My car payment isn't due for another two weeks or so, but I realized that I had enough money in the bank to pay it off. I'm only a little over three payments away from owning my car outright. I wrote a check for the balance due and I'm just waiting for the bill to show up so I can kiss that payment goodbye. I can't tell you how good it feels knowing that this is now in the past.
I love Facebook. Absolutely love it. It's my favorite of all the social networking sites out there. Sure, Twitter can be fun, but I find that I can spend hours and hours at Facebook and not look at or comment on everything I want to. I think the thing I like most about it is I've had a chance to connect or reconnect with a lot of people that I wouldn't normally get a chance to. Every time I get a friend request, I get excited to see who found me. I've been in touch with people from high school that I never really knew in high school, but I'm getting to know now. I'm in touch with Ken's sister, who I might see once a year if I'm lucky. I'm back in touch with friends from ten miles away that I haven't seen in ten years. Old co-workers. You get the idea. I love that I have instant access to them all now, but don't have to go out of my way to find them.
I'm tired. I really should be in bed already. In the last two weeks, I've managed to work a couple hours shy of three weeks worth of time. This was the final bit of my big overtime push. I wanted to work my ass off in preparation for Austin. I don't want to have a single monetary concern about the trip or about home and I've made sure that should come true. Now I need to learn how to ween myself off of the long ass hours I've grown accustomed to.
Handy hint. If you don't want your phone going dead on you by late morning/early afternoon, you need to remember to charge it. Silly me.
It's no secret that one of my biggest struggles in life is maintaining a healthy weight. The last three years of my life I've done nothing but obsess over the food choices I make, about the exercise I'm doing or not doing, about the pound I'm up or down. Obsessing has helped keep me on track and not lose focus of where I am and where I want to be. A couple of weeks ago, I decided to be a little stricter with my diet. I wasn't gaining weight, but I wasn't losing weight either. I wanted to jump start the weight loss and drop maybe five more pounds in anticipation of my upcoming trip to Austin. I have a feeling there's going to be a lot of deliciousness around to try. I don't want to come home fifteen pounds heavier than I was when I left. So I've been pretty good. I managed to drop a couple of pounds and that was good. And then this week hit. To say that it wasn't a good week would be an understatement. There was nothing in particular that was horrible, but all these smaller things started adding up to one great big giant thing. Over the weekend, Ken and I had issues. We never have issues, so on the rare occasion that we do, it's really unsettling for me. I carried that with me for days. I had another sciatic nerve issue, totally out of the blue. No warning whatsoever. And that got me down. I've been busting out the overtime at work and have been working on very little sleep. Being tired, physically wounded and emotionally spent all added up to one thing. Eat as much shit as humanly possible. And I did. All week long. Monday was the worst day. I somehow managed to have three pieces of cake at work, another one at home, plus a dinner I wasn't hungry for. Tuesday I added muffins and ice cream to my diet. Wednesday continued my love affair with Otis Spunkmeyer's chocolate chocolate chip muffins. Thursday I engorged myself on pudding. You get the idea. So imagine my surprise this morning when I hopped on the scale before showering. I was 186.9 lbs. I have never in my adult life weighed 186.9 lbs. Ever. I'm sure I haven't seen that number since I was 12 or 13 years old. I'm guessing this was a fluke or something, because I'm still scratching my head over it. That number won't hold, either, especially after dinner tonight. I chowed down like the old fat boy I used to be.
Last night I was updating Quicken and paying bills. My car payment isn't due for another two weeks or so, but I realized that I had enough money in the bank to pay it off. I'm only a little over three payments away from owning my car outright. I wrote a check for the balance due and I'm just waiting for the bill to show up so I can kiss that payment goodbye. I can't tell you how good it feels knowing that this is now in the past.I love Facebook. Absolutely love it. It's my favorite of all the social networking sites out there. Sure, Twitter can be fun, but I find that I can spend hours and hours at Facebook and not look at or comment on everything I want to. I think the thing I like most about it is I've had a chance to connect or reconnect with a lot of people that I wouldn't normally get a chance to. Every time I get a friend request, I get excited to see who found me. I've been in touch with people from high school that I never really knew in high school, but I'm getting to know now. I'm in touch with Ken's sister, who I might see once a year if I'm lucky. I'm back in touch with friends from ten miles away that I haven't seen in ten years. Old co-workers. You get the idea. I love that I have instant access to them all now, but don't have to go out of my way to find them.
I'm tired. I really should be in bed already. In the last two weeks, I've managed to work a couple hours shy of three weeks worth of time. This was the final bit of my big overtime push. I wanted to work my ass off in preparation for Austin. I don't want to have a single monetary concern about the trip or about home and I've made sure that should come true. Now I need to learn how to ween myself off of the long ass hours I've grown accustomed to.
5 comments:
I can't wait till your in Texas :) and I get a chance to finally meet you xoxo
You know, I've had that happen to me, too -- chowed down like there was no tomorrow, and somehow managed to DROP weight. I dunno -- since you had a sciatic nerve incident, maybe your body was asking for extra calories for repair and to support the stress. In any case, congrats on the number -- that's terrific! And I am SO looking forward to seeing you in Austin!
Paying off my car was one of the happiest days of my life. Congrats...on the skinny jeans and the extra money!
YOU'RE COMING TO AUSTIN? Please, please, please tell me I'll get to see you while you're here!!!
Mandie -- this is gonna be fun!
Mel -- I had a dream about seeing you two nights ago. Pat delivered you to me in a golf cart. I don't quite know why, but it was awesome. And the Pat squirmed when I kissed him because I got some of your lipstick on me (and then on him.)
Freddy -- you're in Texas?
Delivered in a gold cart -- was I gift-wrapped? Brown paper wrapper? I'm always interested when I show up in other people's dreams.
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