Fitness, life and stuff....
So I'm now two weeks into my gym membership, and doing the weight machines is pretty cool stuff, two machines are only at 25 pounds (triceps because of some damage and torso rotation because of sciatic nerves), but all of them so far this week have been two sets of 12!! Go me!! No weight loss yet, but I don't expect any for another 2-3 weeks as my strength and ability to lift weight gets better. I can, however, see a visible difference in some areas, and a pair of pants that I bought as a 36 waist I could button and sit in. Not for long, but I got 'em buttoned *laughs*
Life moves on at a snail's pace, the SO's mother continues to wander deeper into her own self-made depression that neither I nor G can help shake her of. She simply refuses to see the brighter side of the coin, and she's mad at the world for what she snarlingly refers to "have to put up with". *le sigh* I can only hope I don't get that bad when my time comes, if I wander into dementia, or some other ailment that comes with old age (arthritis doesn't count, I've already got it).
Projects are slow to get done, but getting done they are. Sewing is still a struggle to do since I have to sit in the bedroom of no room to do it, I've dumped the pins I don't even KNOW how many times, gaaaaah. Spinning doesn't get done, again, not a lot of room and when I bring it to the living room she doesn't get the idea that I find it relaxing and fulfilling that I can make my own yarn. Or embroidery.
And I can't seem to spend time in the room without her asking where I am every 20 minutes. And why am I there. What am I doing. *headdesk*
Life moves on at a snail's pace, the SO's mother continues to wander deeper into her own self-made depression that neither I nor G can help shake her of. She simply refuses to see the brighter side of the coin, and she's mad at the world for what she snarlingly refers to "have to put up with". *le sigh* I can only hope I don't get that bad when my time comes, if I wander into dementia, or some other ailment that comes with old age (arthritis doesn't count, I've already got it).
Projects are slow to get done, but getting done they are. Sewing is still a struggle to do since I have to sit in the bedroom of no room to do it, I've dumped the pins I don't even KNOW how many times, gaaaaah. Spinning doesn't get done, again, not a lot of room and when I bring it to the living room she doesn't get the idea that I find it relaxing and fulfilling that I can make my own yarn. Or embroidery.
And I can't seem to spend time in the room without her asking where I am every 20 minutes. And why am I there. What am I doing. *headdesk*