230.5: Positive change is afoot!
Clint's back in my life!
Something great happened to me on Friday -- Clint came back into my life! Some of you from Georgia may know Clint, and many of you reading don't know him. He's an old friend from LARP in Georgia, and we were really close once. He's like a brother to me. He flaked out, and didn't come to my wedding reception party in 2009, and didn't call, and we both just stubbornly stopped talking to each other. I've really missed him. I was too stubborn to forgive his asshattery and pick up the phone... and I've also known all along that I'd have to be the person who did, because Clint will win in a contest of who's the more stubborn asshat. On Friday I saw him post a random comment in Buddy Landreth's Facebook, and without much forethought, I dropped Clint a note telling him that I miss him, reminding him that I love him like my brother, and giving him my phone number if he ever wants to come back into my life. Clint called immediately and left me a great voicemail which made me cry happily. He said simply that he was sorry, that he was young and had his head up his ass, and he was sorry to have been gone so long. That's all it took! We finally got time to speak at length on Saturday morning. Clint confirmed that he also knew all along that I'd have to be the one to reach out to him, and he was just waiting for me to do so eventually. I sure missed my daggaboom. He is certainly one friend with whom no time has passed between our conversations. We picked back up on Saturday on the phone with no awkwardness, just as if only 3 weeks had passed since we last spoke, not 3 years.
The My-Ass-Is-Too-Fat Alarm Has Gone Off
Well, technically I'm more concerned with my belly than my ass, but this name sounds better for the alarm.
Tomorrow, I'm going back on plan with Weight Watchers, and I'm going to try to drop a bit of weight. I'm feeling crushed by the weight of CHANGING MY LIFESTYLE which just sounds so damn permanent and... like work! I'm not there mentally at the moment. I do feel up to making some small changes like curbing my now truly ridiculous Coke habit (note the capital C), and planning my meals mindfully. Although May 1 was my chosen line in the sand, I started the Coke reduction last week. My goal was to limit Cokes to no more than 2 per day -- and that seemed tough! The first few days were of course the worst, and I don't think I've had more than 1 Coca-Cola in any given day since then -- although I have sometimes had other sugary sodas which at least didn't have caffeine which is the main aspect that currently bothers me.
My immediate goal is to drop 10 pounds, then we'll see what happens. Yes, this is all about feeling better, and living better, and being better. I'd lie if I said that this is divorced from wanting to look better as well. Right now, though, I think my main goal is feeling better with an improved shape. I dropped all that weight when I moved to Texas (from 238.5 down to 202 at the lowest). When most of it came back, it wasn't evenly spread out as it had been before. My face looks much thinner now than it did then -- but my overall shape is really unfortunate. My silhouette looks like an apple impaled on a pencil. All of my weight is in my torso. My belly sticks out further than my boobs. There isn't one aspect which might remotely be described as "hourglass" shaped about my body -- Really, I look like a stick figure with a circle for the middle! Although I haven't gained any more weight recently, I think I experienced another recently natural gravitational shift that just made the, "I'm tired of being this shape" alarm go off -- Notice I didn't say "in this shape." Nope, I meant that very literally -- I'm tired of being a sphere that walks on two legs. So I'd like to do something about that.
You know how I love to work in random movie quotes where they don't belong. I'm going to go with Sean Connery's dying words in "The Untouchables," which is a phenomenal movie bee-tee-dubs: "WHAT ARE YOU PREPARED TO DO?" Well... I dunno. Go on Weight Watchers, and get guest passes to check out the water aerobics classes at the local gym to which I can get a $40/month membership through my employer. Wear my pedometer, and start back on those lunchtime walks. Drink more water and milk, and less Coke. Ask one of my coworkers if I can try out her yoga ball chair in place of my office chair which is supposed to be good for sort of passive toning of the core muscles. Put air in my bike tires and give that a try in my nice, safe suburban neighborhood. That's all I know for now, but it's a start!
I'm really impressed with everything elena23 and waywalker have done with the P90X program, and Marie Jackson has also been kicking ass and shedding pounds in the gym, and that super impresses me as well. An old friend from high school, Scott, posted on Facebook this morning that he weighed 355 a year ago, and he just passed the 100 pounds lost mark, and is now 254. I love hearing stories like that! I'm definitely motivated positively by seeing what other people can do -- not because I'm competitive, and I think meanly that if Fatty can drop that much weight, shit, I can beat that! No, more like if my old high school chum even bigger than me can change his life like this, then there is certainly hope for me, too.
Otherwise...
Spent more than an hour out in the sun on Saturday, which was nice, pulling some weeds out from between the ornamental rocks on either side of our driveway. I got a little color, and fortunately did not burn which is really easy to do up here a mile closer to the sun.
Made chicken in the crock pot for potluck dinner on Saturday night for Pathfinder. I really like how it comes out in the crock pot: 5 skinless, boneless chicken breasts, 1 can of chicken broth, the juice only from 1 can of Rotel tomatoes & chiles, and a metric shit ton of taco seasoning. Cook on High for 1 hour, and then 5 hours on Low. It was totally fall-apart, cut it with a spoon sort of tender by the end. It shredded easily. I discarded most of the liquid, took the chicken out to shred, threw it back in the crock pot on Warm, and we were good to go! Yum!
Civil Litigation Final is this week. Summer classes don't start until the first week in June, so I have about a month off, which is nice.
Saw "The Raven" on Friday night at our local dinner-theatre, Cinebarre, which was new to me. Here's another unsolicited movie quote for you: "Nice... not thrilling, but... nice." Don DeLuise in "History of the World: Part I." The theatre was $10 on Friday night, but is $5 Mon-Thu, so I think we'll definitely take advantage of those prices in the future. We went with our friend Higgins, and our visiting friend Evan who was in town from California, and his wife, Sarah. We miss Evan so very much since he moved, so it was good to steal one last night out with him -- Oh! We also went out to dinner with the same crowd to Benihana on Thursday night, which was the usual delightful treat there.
Trace
Something great happened to me on Friday -- Clint came back into my life! Some of you from Georgia may know Clint, and many of you reading don't know him. He's an old friend from LARP in Georgia, and we were really close once. He's like a brother to me. He flaked out, and didn't come to my wedding reception party in 2009, and didn't call, and we both just stubbornly stopped talking to each other. I've really missed him. I was too stubborn to forgive his asshattery and pick up the phone... and I've also known all along that I'd have to be the person who did, because Clint will win in a contest of who's the more stubborn asshat. On Friday I saw him post a random comment in Buddy Landreth's Facebook, and without much forethought, I dropped Clint a note telling him that I miss him, reminding him that I love him like my brother, and giving him my phone number if he ever wants to come back into my life. Clint called immediately and left me a great voicemail which made me cry happily. He said simply that he was sorry, that he was young and had his head up his ass, and he was sorry to have been gone so long. That's all it took! We finally got time to speak at length on Saturday morning. Clint confirmed that he also knew all along that I'd have to be the one to reach out to him, and he was just waiting for me to do so eventually. I sure missed my daggaboom. He is certainly one friend with whom no time has passed between our conversations. We picked back up on Saturday on the phone with no awkwardness, just as if only 3 weeks had passed since we last spoke, not 3 years.
The My-Ass-Is-Too-Fat Alarm Has Gone Off
Well, technically I'm more concerned with my belly than my ass, but this name sounds better for the alarm.
Tomorrow, I'm going back on plan with Weight Watchers, and I'm going to try to drop a bit of weight. I'm feeling crushed by the weight of CHANGING MY LIFESTYLE which just sounds so damn permanent and... like work! I'm not there mentally at the moment. I do feel up to making some small changes like curbing my now truly ridiculous Coke habit (note the capital C), and planning my meals mindfully. Although May 1 was my chosen line in the sand, I started the Coke reduction last week. My goal was to limit Cokes to no more than 2 per day -- and that seemed tough! The first few days were of course the worst, and I don't think I've had more than 1 Coca-Cola in any given day since then -- although I have sometimes had other sugary sodas which at least didn't have caffeine which is the main aspect that currently bothers me.
My immediate goal is to drop 10 pounds, then we'll see what happens. Yes, this is all about feeling better, and living better, and being better. I'd lie if I said that this is divorced from wanting to look better as well. Right now, though, I think my main goal is feeling better with an improved shape. I dropped all that weight when I moved to Texas (from 238.5 down to 202 at the lowest). When most of it came back, it wasn't evenly spread out as it had been before. My face looks much thinner now than it did then -- but my overall shape is really unfortunate. My silhouette looks like an apple impaled on a pencil. All of my weight is in my torso. My belly sticks out further than my boobs. There isn't one aspect which might remotely be described as "hourglass" shaped about my body -- Really, I look like a stick figure with a circle for the middle! Although I haven't gained any more weight recently, I think I experienced another recently natural gravitational shift that just made the, "I'm tired of being this shape" alarm go off -- Notice I didn't say "in this shape." Nope, I meant that very literally -- I'm tired of being a sphere that walks on two legs. So I'd like to do something about that.
You know how I love to work in random movie quotes where they don't belong. I'm going to go with Sean Connery's dying words in "The Untouchables," which is a phenomenal movie bee-tee-dubs: "WHAT ARE YOU PREPARED TO DO?" Well... I dunno. Go on Weight Watchers, and get guest passes to check out the water aerobics classes at the local gym to which I can get a $40/month membership through my employer. Wear my pedometer, and start back on those lunchtime walks. Drink more water and milk, and less Coke. Ask one of my coworkers if I can try out her yoga ball chair in place of my office chair which is supposed to be good for sort of passive toning of the core muscles. Put air in my bike tires and give that a try in my nice, safe suburban neighborhood. That's all I know for now, but it's a start!
I'm really impressed with everything elena23 and waywalker have done with the P90X program, and Marie Jackson has also been kicking ass and shedding pounds in the gym, and that super impresses me as well. An old friend from high school, Scott, posted on Facebook this morning that he weighed 355 a year ago, and he just passed the 100 pounds lost mark, and is now 254. I love hearing stories like that! I'm definitely motivated positively by seeing what other people can do -- not because I'm competitive, and I think meanly that if Fatty can drop that much weight, shit, I can beat that! No, more like if my old high school chum even bigger than me can change his life like this, then there is certainly hope for me, too.
Otherwise...
Spent more than an hour out in the sun on Saturday, which was nice, pulling some weeds out from between the ornamental rocks on either side of our driveway. I got a little color, and fortunately did not burn which is really easy to do up here a mile closer to the sun.
Made chicken in the crock pot for potluck dinner on Saturday night for Pathfinder. I really like how it comes out in the crock pot: 5 skinless, boneless chicken breasts, 1 can of chicken broth, the juice only from 1 can of Rotel tomatoes & chiles, and a metric shit ton of taco seasoning. Cook on High for 1 hour, and then 5 hours on Low. It was totally fall-apart, cut it with a spoon sort of tender by the end. It shredded easily. I discarded most of the liquid, took the chicken out to shred, threw it back in the crock pot on Warm, and we were good to go! Yum!
Civil Litigation Final is this week. Summer classes don't start until the first week in June, so I have about a month off, which is nice.
Saw "The Raven" on Friday night at our local dinner-theatre, Cinebarre, which was new to me. Here's another unsolicited movie quote for you: "Nice... not thrilling, but... nice." Don DeLuise in "History of the World: Part I." The theatre was $10 on Friday night, but is $5 Mon-Thu, so I think we'll definitely take advantage of those prices in the future. We went with our friend Higgins, and our visiting friend Evan who was in town from California, and his wife, Sarah. We miss Evan so very much since he moved, so it was good to steal one last night out with him -- Oh! We also went out to dinner with the same crowd to Benihana on Thursday night, which was the usual delightful treat there.
Trace