Well drat. I almost escaped. The schools have a new virus going around and I was congratulating myself on NOT servicing that particular school, when Friday my kids started hacking up lungs and of course, I go home with a hurting throat- the sure sign that my weekend is shot.
Sure enough, I slept I think 13 hours relatively straight, then continued to sleep for about 4 hour increments all day Saturday. I got up Sunday and swapped laundry machines between naps until it was certain at about noon that I wasn't going to fall asleep anymore, even though I really wanted to. Laundry was all finished, though, and then I watched movies until Jamie got home and we went to bed. I'm happy the holiday gives me just one more day to be lazy and just sit, getting closer to over this thing. I hate being sick. I hope that me staying in bed so much also lets the others in the house escape it, but I'm not holding a breath, so to speak, for that one.
I had the idea sometime last week that while I have so much time at work, I could be doing something useful, instead of just poking around online. I should get out my beads and start some projects and use that cute little metal tote for what it was meant. I plan to ride my bike a bit now that the weather is a bit better too. I also thought that writing would be fun. I like writing, but I lack inspiration sometimes. I'm not good at creating anything out of thin air- I do better with english assignments, art class, or drawing with an object in front of me. Then I can go from there, maybe.
So what would you like me to write about? What do you like to read about? I'll take any ideas, silly or serious, short or long. Anything. I could do poems, short stories, long stories, just throw some ideas at me. What kinds of things are you interested in? I'll even do some research if I'm in the right mindset at the time. I have time remember? So whenever I feel like writing (and perhaps sometimes even when I don't) I can go look at my list of suggestions and just pick one. I wrote a few good stories based on a Warcraft character of mine in response to a writing challenge where you had to let your music player choose 30 random songs from your library, and then write something based on the song, the title- whatever struck your fancy. So let's hear some ideas! You never know where one good idea might lead to...
Monday, February 21, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Happy Birthday to me!
So... today is my birthday, and Jessie's. We're 26 today. I woke up early after my aunt sent a happy birthday text. It was good timing, because I didn't want to sleep in too much or I'd regret it going back to the bus schedule tomorrow at 5am.
I got up and sewed a bit- I've been meaning to finish the couch slipcover and today the machine was finally calling me- sounded like a fun thing to do. I sewed most of the morning- it's a bit of a pain because I'm making sure to overcast all the edges so they won't fray later and ruin the whole thing. It needs to survive many washings in the future with puppies cuddling on the couch as much as they do.
Jamie got up and then we went to lunch at a local restaurant. It was funny, we got in the car, he drove one block and pulled in to the place- we could have walked. We'd never been there, and I doubt we'll go back, but my portabello (apparently any spelling version is acceptable) sandwich was good. It had the mushroom, cheese, I forget which kind, bean sprouts (I took some off, didn't need a mountain of them, jeez!), artichoke hearts, and then a mayonaise with something mixed in. It leaked juice out the bottom as I ate it but I thought it tasted great, and that's probably because I love mushrooms. The fact that it gets so big you can cook it like a burger or steak is absolutely awesome to me. That troll in Zangarmarsh has no idea how much I'd like to live there!
After lunch we went to the store to look for some new jeans. All my better-looking jeans have now developed holes in the left knee and I can't get away with wearing them to work forever. Eventually the hole won't be small enough to overlook :P But that store sucked. All the jeans were ugly! Who is buying these ugly mud-colored things? It's bad enough that you can barely find a pair or denim pants that aren't pre-ripped-up, but then you do and it looks like you've gone traipsing through the sewers instead. Ugh! So went to another store and the pants were better there, we actually found a few that I liked, but I suppose my size- a 16 in girls (depending on the brand) or a 5-7 women's (what a range, sewing is easier!) is pretty common. We couldn't find anything that fit right. So we'll continue exercising- since I felt guilty that I've been sort of slack and it shows- and we'll go to the other big store this weekend.
I have a bicycle coming in the mail, I'm so excited, its just the one I want- we had to order it online because they took it out of the stores! I'm glad I got it now or they might have stopped selling them all together. It has all the things I want- skinny tires, fenders, a chain guard, a rack. And it's pretty. The male version with the nearly horizontal top tube is a gorgeous sort of sparkly brown, but the step-through female version is still a pretty sort of cream color. We'll have to assemble it and that is planned for the weekend too, and Dad said he'd love to help me, so that sounds like a great weekend to me so far!
We had spaghetti for dinner, and my cake today was white, with cream cheese frosting (that has to be my favorite kind- not too sweet but so delicious) and it was split in half with a layer of sliced bananas and whipped cream in the middle. I love bananas. It was so tasty. The avacado icing yesterday was super good, but bananas will top that everyday for me, in any form. I'm pretty sure they are my favorite food. We had a visit from Jamie's uncle too, and that was really cool and unexpected.
After dinner I went back to sewing. I was doing the first cushion, and all of a sudden, I thought I had smashed my thumb under the sewing arm. I do that sometimes when I'm guiding the fabric, usually it's my right hand because the twisty thing that secures the needle sticks out. No. This was my left thumb. I guess I yelled when I thougth it smashed me. I will yell ouch periodically when I stab myself with a pin, no big deal, but then I looked and saw the black thread sticking out of my thumb, and went "UMMM..." and Jamie came running. He said he didn't know if could have done this: but I guess I very calmly snipped the thread, and pulled it out one side, then looked at it to see what exactly I did. It didn't bleed for a while, enough for me to see where it cracked the nail, and the hole on the other side. It ached a bit, but not bad at all, like I might have smashed it in a drawer or door. I'm sure it did get mashed pretty well, the needle goes down pretty far.
It started bleeding out of the nail when I was in the bathroom getting the first aid kit, and Jamie wanted me to call my aunt, who is an ER nurse. It's been a very long time since I hurt myself, come to think of it. I was pretty sure neosporin and a bandaid, but we called. I had it in ice water, thinking it would stop the bleeding as well as the ache. She said warm soapy water so it got clean, so we switched. But yes, clean it and bandage, that's all there is to it. I'm pretty sure tomorow will be a ton worse than today, so I've put a good sturdy set-up onto my thumb. I don't want to have to do anything to it if I don't need to. One over the wound, one to wrap around and keep the first secure, and then for good measure, one wrapped around to close the gaps and make sure no dirt can get in there.
I can't believe I sewed my thumb. At least now I know how it can happen. I always sort of wondered how you end up doing it. Now I know- you don't realize you were in the way until its already done. And no, it doesn't hurt that bad. So when in doubt- don't fight with a sewing machine- it will win.
But still, I'm sitting here and this has been a good day- my thumb doesn't even really hurt right now, and at least it's on my left hand even.
Oh! And I got a candle. It smells nice. I think it said egyptian cotton on it, but it's just nice.
Happy birthday to me!
I got up and sewed a bit- I've been meaning to finish the couch slipcover and today the machine was finally calling me- sounded like a fun thing to do. I sewed most of the morning- it's a bit of a pain because I'm making sure to overcast all the edges so they won't fray later and ruin the whole thing. It needs to survive many washings in the future with puppies cuddling on the couch as much as they do.
Jamie got up and then we went to lunch at a local restaurant. It was funny, we got in the car, he drove one block and pulled in to the place- we could have walked. We'd never been there, and I doubt we'll go back, but my portabello (apparently any spelling version is acceptable) sandwich was good. It had the mushroom, cheese, I forget which kind, bean sprouts (I took some off, didn't need a mountain of them, jeez!), artichoke hearts, and then a mayonaise with something mixed in. It leaked juice out the bottom as I ate it but I thought it tasted great, and that's probably because I love mushrooms. The fact that it gets so big you can cook it like a burger or steak is absolutely awesome to me. That troll in Zangarmarsh has no idea how much I'd like to live there!
After lunch we went to the store to look for some new jeans. All my better-looking jeans have now developed holes in the left knee and I can't get away with wearing them to work forever. Eventually the hole won't be small enough to overlook :P But that store sucked. All the jeans were ugly! Who is buying these ugly mud-colored things? It's bad enough that you can barely find a pair or denim pants that aren't pre-ripped-up, but then you do and it looks like you've gone traipsing through the sewers instead. Ugh! So went to another store and the pants were better there, we actually found a few that I liked, but I suppose my size- a 16 in girls (depending on the brand) or a 5-7 women's (what a range, sewing is easier!) is pretty common. We couldn't find anything that fit right. So we'll continue exercising- since I felt guilty that I've been sort of slack and it shows- and we'll go to the other big store this weekend.
I have a bicycle coming in the mail, I'm so excited, its just the one I want- we had to order it online because they took it out of the stores! I'm glad I got it now or they might have stopped selling them all together. It has all the things I want- skinny tires, fenders, a chain guard, a rack. And it's pretty. The male version with the nearly horizontal top tube is a gorgeous sort of sparkly brown, but the step-through female version is still a pretty sort of cream color. We'll have to assemble it and that is planned for the weekend too, and Dad said he'd love to help me, so that sounds like a great weekend to me so far!
We had spaghetti for dinner, and my cake today was white, with cream cheese frosting (that has to be my favorite kind- not too sweet but so delicious) and it was split in half with a layer of sliced bananas and whipped cream in the middle. I love bananas. It was so tasty. The avacado icing yesterday was super good, but bananas will top that everyday for me, in any form. I'm pretty sure they are my favorite food. We had a visit from Jamie's uncle too, and that was really cool and unexpected.
After dinner I went back to sewing. I was doing the first cushion, and all of a sudden, I thought I had smashed my thumb under the sewing arm. I do that sometimes when I'm guiding the fabric, usually it's my right hand because the twisty thing that secures the needle sticks out. No. This was my left thumb. I guess I yelled when I thougth it smashed me. I will yell ouch periodically when I stab myself with a pin, no big deal, but then I looked and saw the black thread sticking out of my thumb, and went "UMMM..." and Jamie came running. He said he didn't know if could have done this: but I guess I very calmly snipped the thread, and pulled it out one side, then looked at it to see what exactly I did. It didn't bleed for a while, enough for me to see where it cracked the nail, and the hole on the other side. It ached a bit, but not bad at all, like I might have smashed it in a drawer or door. I'm sure it did get mashed pretty well, the needle goes down pretty far.
It started bleeding out of the nail when I was in the bathroom getting the first aid kit, and Jamie wanted me to call my aunt, who is an ER nurse. It's been a very long time since I hurt myself, come to think of it. I was pretty sure neosporin and a bandaid, but we called. I had it in ice water, thinking it would stop the bleeding as well as the ache. She said warm soapy water so it got clean, so we switched. But yes, clean it and bandage, that's all there is to it. I'm pretty sure tomorow will be a ton worse than today, so I've put a good sturdy set-up onto my thumb. I don't want to have to do anything to it if I don't need to. One over the wound, one to wrap around and keep the first secure, and then for good measure, one wrapped around to close the gaps and make sure no dirt can get in there.
I can't believe I sewed my thumb. At least now I know how it can happen. I always sort of wondered how you end up doing it. Now I know- you don't realize you were in the way until its already done. And no, it doesn't hurt that bad. So when in doubt- don't fight with a sewing machine- it will win.
But still, I'm sitting here and this has been a good day- my thumb doesn't even really hurt right now, and at least it's on my left hand even.
Oh! And I got a candle. It smells nice. I think it said egyptian cotton on it, but it's just nice.
Happy birthday to me!
Saturday, February 12, 2011
this was a happy saturday
I am sitting right now in my footy pajamas. I must say, they are one of the most comfortable articles of clothing I own. If it's not too hot to wear them, they are simple, cozy, soft, keep out the drafts like pants and socks will let in... I love them. Jamie did so awesome to spot them that night in the store.
Anyway, I haven't felt much like writing lately, which was weird. This week felt like it crawled by, Friday took so long to get here, and today wasn't long enough, even though I got sleepy at 9 like usual. I slept in til 11 so I'm surprised a little that I'd just like to curl up around my dog with my hubby curled around me. That's such a fun word. Hubby. Like cubby. Bubbly. Grubby. Tubby! The grubby Aimee had to get in the bubbly tubby. Heehee. Yeah...
I had to get mean for the bus kids this week. They have slowly been getting more and more... rambunctious? out of control? They get too loud and get in the aisle, and even when I remind them to keep it down and sit up straight and such, they might fix it for a second and then go right back to the way they were. So I threatened and I warned, and they didn't believe me I guess. I made no secret of the referral I wrote on a girl, though of course I didn't tell them who got it.
She was being nitpicky towards a boy, but really when I watched the tape, he was doing nothing wrong towards her. She was nonseriously doing things like trying to get his hand off the back of the seat by stabbing at them with a pencil. That sounds bad, but really she wasn't trying to hit him with it. Still, it could turn into a bad situation if I had to slam on the brakes (my most common method of something theoretially causing a bad situation) and then she first would slam into the seat since she's backwards, and second rebound and injure either him who she was aiming at, or maybe herself if she landed on the pencil.... plus that's a mean thing to do anyway. So she was antagonizing the little boy and he wasn't retaliating at all, which impressed me a lot. And then when he went to get off the bus, she was annoyed at him again I guess, and the reason I had the tape pulled in the first place, was because he tripped. I asked him how he fell (he obviously was not injured, it was a slow kind of fall) he said he thought she tripped him. Darned if she didn't stick that bright white sneaker right in the crook of his foot to catch him! And she lied to me about it, of course. That irks me more than the incident, I hate that so much.
So she gets written up with a verbal warning about the inappropriate actions towards others and sitting improperly, and her mom gets a phone call. Not very serious, but I hope her mom reams her one. This is a girl with a princess notion that thinks she's better than everyone else. I hate that every time I remind her to do something like sit up straight like everyone else, her first reaction is to deny, with a very loud annoying whine, that she wasn't doing anything, as if how dare I imply that she is like every other kid in the aisle, she would never do that. She also has claimed in the past to be of a religious type, and that ticks me off so darned much that she could say that and then be one of the most malicious people on the bus, for a child. What a hypocrite. So anyway, first referral since the few at the beginning of school.
I'm sleepy.
I wonder how it will be to drive in the snow. I'm a cautious driver anyway, but still you can't watch out for everything, there will always be surprises. I'm usually good at things like watching traffic and knowing that this particular jerk is going to cut in front of me and such. One time I knew it would happen but it was still too fast though. I was empty luckily, and when I slammed on the brakes, because I had no other option, I could feel some part of the bus start sliding. I was very proud of myself for recognizing the change in feel as a slide, and I eased off the brakes just enough to get it rolling again to catch traction while still not hitting the creep in front of me, and not freaking out. It angled toward the side of the road where there was a curb, but I kept the wheel straight on the lane and it caught and put me right back forward again. Not sure if that is a good thing to do during a serious slide, but it worked for that. I'd really like to take a bus to a kind of extreme driving class where you could learn how to recover from bad driving situations. I'm sure they have that kind of thing for stunt drivers or something. Anyway, I kept from hitting the jerk and the curb, and then laid on the horn because my next reaction was akin to how dare he make me so freaking scared? What if I had kids on this bus, was he retarded and did he want a however-much ton school bus rammed up his arse? Because loaded buses and semis can't stop on dimes, you know! Even if I could see a dime from so high up :) I'm glad I didn't hit the curb. One of the videos on youtube you can find easily is a front camera inside view of a bus that apparently swerved for some reason, and either jumped or nicked a curb. You can see the students sort of wave as their weight gets shifted to the sides, and then it looks like gravity suddenly shifts to the right, because everyone suddenly falls to the windows- the bus flipped onto its side. And I've seen the ugly accident photos and bus versus train news stories. That kind of thing scares me to death, because I know those could happen so easily to anyone. They drilled it so hard into us at college that safety was so important- you heard about it everywhere. How a fatigued pilot could get tunnel vision. You fixate. That's the famous word. You forget about all the other stuff you should be paying attention to- gauges or airspeed or whatever, because you focus on one thing that seems more important than the rest. A driver fixates on the road ahead maybe, and forgets to check speed, or mirrors. Anyway, the results of making mistakes like that are so vivid, they stick with you, or they did with me. I get nervous around large dump trucks because of the phots they showed us- the bus or maybe the truck was too close to the yellow line, and they met- the back half of one side of the bus was ripped off and there was a huge fire. I'm so careful to check where my students go when they leave that last step out the door, because of the story about the little girl that crawled under the bus after a paper she dropped. The driver ran her over, and crushed her pelvis and everything... its horrible. I don't ever want to do something so bad. I think if I did I would feel awful the rest of my life and quit on the spot.
Anyway, that's depressing to think about now but I'm very careful because of things like that which could happen.
Hard to change topics now.
My birthday is soon, I'm happy for that of course. I have 2 days off and that will nice. I made sure my substitute has good directions, I think. Hope the kids behave.
K I give up. I'm out of gas, ready to stop typing now. :) Hope everyone has a good weekend and Happy Valentine's Day.
Anyway, I haven't felt much like writing lately, which was weird. This week felt like it crawled by, Friday took so long to get here, and today wasn't long enough, even though I got sleepy at 9 like usual. I slept in til 11 so I'm surprised a little that I'd just like to curl up around my dog with my hubby curled around me. That's such a fun word. Hubby. Like cubby. Bubbly. Grubby. Tubby! The grubby Aimee had to get in the bubbly tubby. Heehee. Yeah...
I had to get mean for the bus kids this week. They have slowly been getting more and more... rambunctious? out of control? They get too loud and get in the aisle, and even when I remind them to keep it down and sit up straight and such, they might fix it for a second and then go right back to the way they were. So I threatened and I warned, and they didn't believe me I guess. I made no secret of the referral I wrote on a girl, though of course I didn't tell them who got it.
She was being nitpicky towards a boy, but really when I watched the tape, he was doing nothing wrong towards her. She was nonseriously doing things like trying to get his hand off the back of the seat by stabbing at them with a pencil. That sounds bad, but really she wasn't trying to hit him with it. Still, it could turn into a bad situation if I had to slam on the brakes (my most common method of something theoretially causing a bad situation) and then she first would slam into the seat since she's backwards, and second rebound and injure either him who she was aiming at, or maybe herself if she landed on the pencil.... plus that's a mean thing to do anyway. So she was antagonizing the little boy and he wasn't retaliating at all, which impressed me a lot. And then when he went to get off the bus, she was annoyed at him again I guess, and the reason I had the tape pulled in the first place, was because he tripped. I asked him how he fell (he obviously was not injured, it was a slow kind of fall) he said he thought she tripped him. Darned if she didn't stick that bright white sneaker right in the crook of his foot to catch him! And she lied to me about it, of course. That irks me more than the incident, I hate that so much.
So she gets written up with a verbal warning about the inappropriate actions towards others and sitting improperly, and her mom gets a phone call. Not very serious, but I hope her mom reams her one. This is a girl with a princess notion that thinks she's better than everyone else. I hate that every time I remind her to do something like sit up straight like everyone else, her first reaction is to deny, with a very loud annoying whine, that she wasn't doing anything, as if how dare I imply that she is like every other kid in the aisle, she would never do that. She also has claimed in the past to be of a religious type, and that ticks me off so darned much that she could say that and then be one of the most malicious people on the bus, for a child. What a hypocrite. So anyway, first referral since the few at the beginning of school.
I'm sleepy.
I wonder how it will be to drive in the snow. I'm a cautious driver anyway, but still you can't watch out for everything, there will always be surprises. I'm usually good at things like watching traffic and knowing that this particular jerk is going to cut in front of me and such. One time I knew it would happen but it was still too fast though. I was empty luckily, and when I slammed on the brakes, because I had no other option, I could feel some part of the bus start sliding. I was very proud of myself for recognizing the change in feel as a slide, and I eased off the brakes just enough to get it rolling again to catch traction while still not hitting the creep in front of me, and not freaking out. It angled toward the side of the road where there was a curb, but I kept the wheel straight on the lane and it caught and put me right back forward again. Not sure if that is a good thing to do during a serious slide, but it worked for that. I'd really like to take a bus to a kind of extreme driving class where you could learn how to recover from bad driving situations. I'm sure they have that kind of thing for stunt drivers or something. Anyway, I kept from hitting the jerk and the curb, and then laid on the horn because my next reaction was akin to how dare he make me so freaking scared? What if I had kids on this bus, was he retarded and did he want a however-much ton school bus rammed up his arse? Because loaded buses and semis can't stop on dimes, you know! Even if I could see a dime from so high up :) I'm glad I didn't hit the curb. One of the videos on youtube you can find easily is a front camera inside view of a bus that apparently swerved for some reason, and either jumped or nicked a curb. You can see the students sort of wave as their weight gets shifted to the sides, and then it looks like gravity suddenly shifts to the right, because everyone suddenly falls to the windows- the bus flipped onto its side. And I've seen the ugly accident photos and bus versus train news stories. That kind of thing scares me to death, because I know those could happen so easily to anyone. They drilled it so hard into us at college that safety was so important- you heard about it everywhere. How a fatigued pilot could get tunnel vision. You fixate. That's the famous word. You forget about all the other stuff you should be paying attention to- gauges or airspeed or whatever, because you focus on one thing that seems more important than the rest. A driver fixates on the road ahead maybe, and forgets to check speed, or mirrors. Anyway, the results of making mistakes like that are so vivid, they stick with you, or they did with me. I get nervous around large dump trucks because of the phots they showed us- the bus or maybe the truck was too close to the yellow line, and they met- the back half of one side of the bus was ripped off and there was a huge fire. I'm so careful to check where my students go when they leave that last step out the door, because of the story about the little girl that crawled under the bus after a paper she dropped. The driver ran her over, and crushed her pelvis and everything... its horrible. I don't ever want to do something so bad. I think if I did I would feel awful the rest of my life and quit on the spot.
Anyway, that's depressing to think about now but I'm very careful because of things like that which could happen.
Hard to change topics now.
My birthday is soon, I'm happy for that of course. I have 2 days off and that will nice. I made sure my substitute has good directions, I think. Hope the kids behave.
K I give up. I'm out of gas, ready to stop typing now. :) Hope everyone has a good weekend and Happy Valentine's Day.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
at work
I'm at work with my laptop today. Had a salad with honey mustard which is so tasty. It was a clearance jar, and it's tiny, but sooo good. We didn't have any meat to put on it so I sliced up a hotdog. One link is 130 calories, with 110 from fat. I'll count it as the fat portion for today, obviously. Usually I ignore that one, but I can't respectably call that hotdog a protein, no way. I'll get extra meat at dinner or maybe some powder later.
I'm a day late on this week's workout schedule, but I am determined to do all the workouts, and my rest day will have just been used already. Then I'll be caught up for the new week on Monday. I wasn't feeling well last week. We took the 30 day photos. I can see absolutely no change in myself from day 1 to now. None. I looked really hard, and was even prepared to be optimistic about it (you know, maybe the thigh is a little bit slimmer? type of thing). No go. I actually think I looked chubbier, but the posture wasn't quite the same and the light was paler. I know the scale is not supposed to be any judge of this type of thing, but it had jumped back up to 125 and stayed there- which helped increase my bad feelings and why-do-I-even-bother mentality. Its since got back down the itty-bitty bit back down to 122ish clothed in regular jeans and such. I like that better.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to obsessive over this. I'm sure I'm not. But I was very disappointed not to see ANY change for 30 days (ok not really 30, but close!) of work. Hubby has noticeably lost weight. Of course, he has more to lose, so maybe that's why, plus he's male and I always hear the rumor that men lose weight faster and in better areas than women. So that's all.
Meanwhile I'm determined that this month will be better as far as sticking with the diet and schedule. Because really, one hour, sometimes an hour and a half, is not that long to devote into being healthier and hopefully getting a better body out of the deal. The diet is nothing dramatic, its what we've been taught already in grade school. Eat meats, and veggies, eat small several times a day, all that. I don't get ridiculously hungry at odd times of the day anymore, I don't usually have any cravings at all. Even my soda hankering has died down now, and I'll have a diet only when I feel like it, not because a want one. I sort of wanted chocolate during last week, but I knew it wouldn't really make me feel better- I just wanted anything that might do that, not the chocolate itself. And if Hubby had caved in and bought it for me, I'd have felt guilty later for eating it all.
I'm having a really hard time trying to decide what kind of cake to ask for for my birthday. Dump cake? Plain angel food? Hrmm.
I was wondering about the phase plan for this diet. Theoretically, you get one more carb (200 calories) and you replace a meat serving with it. Yay less protein I have to eat! Bread is just plain easier, you know? But then I've never been a big carnivore type.
Anyway, this exchange is going from a fat-shredder phase to an endurance phase. You're supposed to have more energy due to the extra carb, that you "bring it" more and thus get more out of your workouts at this point. Is it not an instantaneous type deal? I had an egg cheese croissantwich at the school one morning, and a regular sandwich for lunch, and didn't feel different. Of course maybe the hormonal deal might have just been overriding everything at that point. But even last night- I had a sub for lunch and a soft taco for dinner. Shouldn't I have felt good during Plyometrics? Instead i felt like the room was stifling hot, and I was getting worn out so easily. Maybe eating slightly off last week threw things into a wack, and I'm still getting back into a rhythm after that? (I remember that word used to give me SO much trouble- rhythm)
I've considered not moving to the next phase, although it would be easier to do. Maybe I'll ask advice of the company staff, they like to help out.
Meanwhile the car broke again, and the idea of coming home to workout earlier in the day between bus routes is now out the window. I'll have to just make sure I DO push play everyday and I'll admit, the 30 day photos looking just like the first day- is a big motivation for me at the moment.
I would talk about other things, but really there's not much else to talk about. I've ordered crates for Grunt and Jackjack, so they can lay in them between when we leave the house and the others wake up and come down. Grunt has been ornery when it comes to marking, or otherwise flooding the tile with yellow. Which is a very odd scenario in my mind, because several times he's done it, he had been taken out just before I left, and he should have known I'd be back in an hour. Now that I've not been able to come home, I'm not sure if he's stopped it, or if I just don't get told about it. I hope the first, but then does that mean I was causing him anxiety by coming home more often and therefor leaving more often? I wonder just how much was Grunt, and how much Jack might have contributed. Of course he never seems to pay attention to scolding, while Grunt appears to wish he could go dig the hole himself so he could crawl in and die if that would appease the angry mommy. He's really pathetic. But I was beyond infuriated at him too.
The car broke. It lost 3rd gear randomly. No loud noise, no weirdness, just I tried to go, and then I realized after a second that it got up to a certain speed, and then just whined higher and didn't go any faster. After a day of driving in second gear slowly back and forth, I got in at 5am and it didn't want to even play that game anymore. I can't blame it.
Um, I haven't finished the couch.
Today is thursday! Know how I know? I got in the bus this morning, turned the key.... and nothing happened. The kids of course are perfectly behaved this morning- if they had wanted to act up, I'm sure the bus wouldn't have. Stupid thursdays. Everything weird happens on Thursday regarding work.
Oh and email and facebook are boring. That is all.
I'm a day late on this week's workout schedule, but I am determined to do all the workouts, and my rest day will have just been used already. Then I'll be caught up for the new week on Monday. I wasn't feeling well last week. We took the 30 day photos. I can see absolutely no change in myself from day 1 to now. None. I looked really hard, and was even prepared to be optimistic about it (you know, maybe the thigh is a little bit slimmer? type of thing). No go. I actually think I looked chubbier, but the posture wasn't quite the same and the light was paler. I know the scale is not supposed to be any judge of this type of thing, but it had jumped back up to 125 and stayed there- which helped increase my bad feelings and why-do-I-even-bother mentality. Its since got back down the itty-bitty bit back down to 122ish clothed in regular jeans and such. I like that better.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to obsessive over this. I'm sure I'm not. But I was very disappointed not to see ANY change for 30 days (ok not really 30, but close!) of work. Hubby has noticeably lost weight. Of course, he has more to lose, so maybe that's why, plus he's male and I always hear the rumor that men lose weight faster and in better areas than women. So that's all.
Meanwhile I'm determined that this month will be better as far as sticking with the diet and schedule. Because really, one hour, sometimes an hour and a half, is not that long to devote into being healthier and hopefully getting a better body out of the deal. The diet is nothing dramatic, its what we've been taught already in grade school. Eat meats, and veggies, eat small several times a day, all that. I don't get ridiculously hungry at odd times of the day anymore, I don't usually have any cravings at all. Even my soda hankering has died down now, and I'll have a diet only when I feel like it, not because a want one. I sort of wanted chocolate during last week, but I knew it wouldn't really make me feel better- I just wanted anything that might do that, not the chocolate itself. And if Hubby had caved in and bought it for me, I'd have felt guilty later for eating it all.
I'm having a really hard time trying to decide what kind of cake to ask for for my birthday. Dump cake? Plain angel food? Hrmm.
I was wondering about the phase plan for this diet. Theoretically, you get one more carb (200 calories) and you replace a meat serving with it. Yay less protein I have to eat! Bread is just plain easier, you know? But then I've never been a big carnivore type.
Anyway, this exchange is going from a fat-shredder phase to an endurance phase. You're supposed to have more energy due to the extra carb, that you "bring it" more and thus get more out of your workouts at this point. Is it not an instantaneous type deal? I had an egg cheese croissantwich at the school one morning, and a regular sandwich for lunch, and didn't feel different. Of course maybe the hormonal deal might have just been overriding everything at that point. But even last night- I had a sub for lunch and a soft taco for dinner. Shouldn't I have felt good during Plyometrics? Instead i felt like the room was stifling hot, and I was getting worn out so easily. Maybe eating slightly off last week threw things into a wack, and I'm still getting back into a rhythm after that? (I remember that word used to give me SO much trouble- rhythm)
I've considered not moving to the next phase, although it would be easier to do. Maybe I'll ask advice of the company staff, they like to help out.
Meanwhile the car broke again, and the idea of coming home to workout earlier in the day between bus routes is now out the window. I'll have to just make sure I DO push play everyday and I'll admit, the 30 day photos looking just like the first day- is a big motivation for me at the moment.
I would talk about other things, but really there's not much else to talk about. I've ordered crates for Grunt and Jackjack, so they can lay in them between when we leave the house and the others wake up and come down. Grunt has been ornery when it comes to marking, or otherwise flooding the tile with yellow. Which is a very odd scenario in my mind, because several times he's done it, he had been taken out just before I left, and he should have known I'd be back in an hour. Now that I've not been able to come home, I'm not sure if he's stopped it, or if I just don't get told about it. I hope the first, but then does that mean I was causing him anxiety by coming home more often and therefor leaving more often? I wonder just how much was Grunt, and how much Jack might have contributed. Of course he never seems to pay attention to scolding, while Grunt appears to wish he could go dig the hole himself so he could crawl in and die if that would appease the angry mommy. He's really pathetic. But I was beyond infuriated at him too.
The car broke. It lost 3rd gear randomly. No loud noise, no weirdness, just I tried to go, and then I realized after a second that it got up to a certain speed, and then just whined higher and didn't go any faster. After a day of driving in second gear slowly back and forth, I got in at 5am and it didn't want to even play that game anymore. I can't blame it.
Um, I haven't finished the couch.
Today is thursday! Know how I know? I got in the bus this morning, turned the key.... and nothing happened. The kids of course are perfectly behaved this morning- if they had wanted to act up, I'm sure the bus wouldn't have. Stupid thursdays. Everything weird happens on Thursday regarding work.
Oh and email and facebook are boring. That is all.
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