I think if I get this down, I can visualize all that I need to do and where I need to be.
Wed/today:
babysit
class tonight
feed kitties
Thurs:
feed kitties
Fit Camp
babysit
lab Practical
feed kitties
Fri:
kubota
feed kitties
babysit
Sat:
kubota
feed kitties
babysit
Sun:
babysit
Mon:
feed kitties
Fit Camp
appt w/Merry Maids for Deep Spring clean
babysit
Final exam
feed kitties
Tues:
feed kitties
Fit Camp
office
feed kitties
babysit
Wed:
feed kitties
Fit Camp
office
feed kitties
babysit
Thurs:
end babysitting
start regular routine
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Weight loss progress
I think officially over the midpoint hump. I've lost more than I have left to go. For the longest time I wanted to be that person who was able to lose fat by not really paying attention to what I eat. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not someone who consumes fast food on a regular basis but sodas and candy bars were good friends of mine. My daily routine included at least one soda and one or two candy bars. So, that's approximately 500-600 extra calories a day. Yeah, I work out but not enough to deficit those extra calories and any other extras that I might consume throughout the day. I was exercising enough to maintain my weight. I had to make changes. I had to find an incentive to make changes.
My incentive: a brand new digital camera; my behavior change time frame: 1 Apr to 1 May--long enough to make the change a habit.
I don't count calories. I don't need to. I just make myself accountable for every bite going in my mouth. I'm concious of every bite going in my mouth. No longer do I wander down to the secretary's office and nosh on the little chocolate tidbits in the jar on her desk. I don't deprive myself though. I allow myself one serving of chocolate a day...if I want it. Most days I don't...because I know I can have it; because I know that I'm allowed to eat whatever I want.
Yesterday was a crazy day. Breakfast was normal: cereal with milk. Lunch: two pieces of pizza at 1130 and then a hotdog and french fries a couple hours later. Dinner was bratwurst and broccoli at a friends along with Schmirnoff grape. Bad idea. It's been so long since I drank that the hangover made itself known after two bottles. I still have a headache...14 hours later. Plus my asthma is flaring up and my inhaler is almost empty. Not good.
I hope I can make it through the weekend without having to go buy an alternative inhaler from the drug store down the street--they don't work as well.
My incentive: a brand new digital camera; my behavior change time frame: 1 Apr to 1 May--long enough to make the change a habit.
I don't count calories. I don't need to. I just make myself accountable for every bite going in my mouth. I'm concious of every bite going in my mouth. No longer do I wander down to the secretary's office and nosh on the little chocolate tidbits in the jar on her desk. I don't deprive myself though. I allow myself one serving of chocolate a day...if I want it. Most days I don't...because I know I can have it; because I know that I'm allowed to eat whatever I want.
Yesterday was a crazy day. Breakfast was normal: cereal with milk. Lunch: two pieces of pizza at 1130 and then a hotdog and french fries a couple hours later. Dinner was bratwurst and broccoli at a friends along with Schmirnoff grape. Bad idea. It's been so long since I drank that the hangover made itself known after two bottles. I still have a headache...14 hours later. Plus my asthma is flaring up and my inhaler is almost empty. Not good.
I hope I can make it through the weekend without having to go buy an alternative inhaler from the drug store down the street--they don't work as well.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Today was a good day. Got up just before 7am to get ready for the 5k at the base. Dani came and picked me up. She was gonna trek it with me. And trek we did. The winds were around 25mph and gusting to 50mph. Sometimes, during the jog, I felt like I was standing still. I was so glad to reach the halfway point and turn around 'cause then the wind was at my back. It was so strong that, during the second half, at times it would die down and I would almost forget to move forward. It was literally pushing me forward. Unfortunately, the last 100 yards were running back into the head wind. It was brutal but I perservered; even kicked in the Nitrox at the end to bring it in under 35 minutes--34:29!!
Then I came home and took a four hour nap.
After that, I cleaned up the house a bit and watched a couple movies. Around 6pm, I was feeling antsy, so I threw on my sneakers and took a power walk around the block--2.5 miles and 45 minutes later, I was in the yard pulling weeds and picking up twiggy branches. The grass has grown like crazy after all the rain we've had these past few days. It's that time of year again. Time to pay the neighbor kid $20 to mow the lawn...every three weeks or so. That being said, I needed to clear out the dangerous stuff--twigs, branches, and bricks that the previous owner (from two years ago) had placed around a tree. The grass has grown over them so they're impossible to see.
Monday, I'm on 12 hour shifts again but they got smarter (or nicer) and I'm in the kubota only every other day instead of every day...for four days. Monday morning is also time for my Phase I to Phase II PT test. Fingers crossed for that one.
Then I came home and took a four hour nap.
After that, I cleaned up the house a bit and watched a couple movies. Around 6pm, I was feeling antsy, so I threw on my sneakers and took a power walk around the block--2.5 miles and 45 minutes later, I was in the yard pulling weeds and picking up twiggy branches. The grass has grown like crazy after all the rain we've had these past few days. It's that time of year again. Time to pay the neighbor kid $20 to mow the lawn...every three weeks or so. That being said, I needed to clear out the dangerous stuff--twigs, branches, and bricks that the previous owner (from two years ago) had placed around a tree. The grass has grown over them so they're impossible to see.
Monday, I'm on 12 hour shifts again but they got smarter (or nicer) and I'm in the kubota only every other day instead of every day...for four days. Monday morning is also time for my Phase I to Phase II PT test. Fingers crossed for that one.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
The snow is gone but...
It's great that it's warm enough outside that I can open up the windows. Unfortunately, the sky is fairly dusty so it's wreaking havoc on my breathing. I took a nap around noon--since I got up at 7am, I figured "why not?"--and woke up feeling like crap. I know it's due to my compromised breathing. We just need a decent rainstorm to wash away all the crap in the air. Until then, I get to fight the phlegm.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Some confusion...
I apologize if anyone was mislead. The second portion of the previous post was not something that happened in my life. It was an email I received a couple years ago and I reposted it because even if isn't true to my knowledge or those that are immediate friends, it might be true for someone else. Again, the "I" in that portion of the post was not me. I guess my paragraph prior to it wasn't clear enough. Sorry for any confusion. I just wanted to make a point that we never know who's life we might so greatly affect with a small gesture.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
"Do Nothing" weekend!
I went absolutely nowhere this weekend and loved it!! I needed this time to decompress and not have to interact face to face with people. You know how babies don't like it when they're forced to be in the presence of too many people in too short a time? Well, that was me this past week. I was getting cranky due to having had to talk to too many people while on my military detail.
I didn't go to the gym, I didn't go to church, I didn't go to the mall BUT I did work out at home, I did have some personal time with God, and the store meeting was canceled so life is good.
This afternoon, I started Season 1 of ER and after watching the first episode it got me to thinking. See, in the first episode, Nurse Hathaway attempts suicide. Now, we all know there are multitudes of reasons why people make the attempt. That wasn't what I was thinking about. I was wondering what would happen if something like that happened to me. Now, stop before you panic. I'm not pondering taking that action. I was just exploring a natural curiousity of the repurcussions. It really makes you stop and appreciate all of the people in your life when you take an actual inventory of those who would be affected by such a thing.
Here's my list:
Mom, Dad, Bro, my children, their parents, my two BFFs, their families, my extended family, my coworkers, my squadron, my base, my neighbors, my friends here in town, my hairdresser, my coworkers at my part time, my classmates, my friends on MySpace, my friends on Facebook, and numerous folks on the Grocery Challenge. Imagine this: that list of people totals in the thousands. We all touch that many lives and most don't realize it.
A good friend of mine committed suicide my Senior year in high school. She thought she didn't have any friends. The darn church was full to the brim and it could hold a few hundred folks. The real sad thing is: she didn't want to die. She even took steps to try to reverse what she had done by calling 911 but it was too late. The pills took affect and that was that.
Right now, we are in crisis times. Pay attention to your loved ones. Reach out to everyone. You never know when you might just be stepping in at just the right time. Some of you may have seen this email but I'm going to post this story because it just might be true:
> > > One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."> > >> I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.> > > My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"> There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now.> > > I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and themore I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.> > > Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy , you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.> > > Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always befriends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.> > > Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.> > > He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.> > > Boy, sometimes I was jealous.> > > Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.> > > "Thanks," he said. > > >> > > As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."> > > I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.> > > "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome,popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse.
I didn't go to the gym, I didn't go to church, I didn't go to the mall BUT I did work out at home, I did have some personal time with God, and the store meeting was canceled so life is good.
This afternoon, I started Season 1 of ER and after watching the first episode it got me to thinking. See, in the first episode, Nurse Hathaway attempts suicide. Now, we all know there are multitudes of reasons why people make the attempt. That wasn't what I was thinking about. I was wondering what would happen if something like that happened to me. Now, stop before you panic. I'm not pondering taking that action. I was just exploring a natural curiousity of the repurcussions. It really makes you stop and appreciate all of the people in your life when you take an actual inventory of those who would be affected by such a thing.
Here's my list:
Mom, Dad, Bro, my children, their parents, my two BFFs, their families, my extended family, my coworkers, my squadron, my base, my neighbors, my friends here in town, my hairdresser, my coworkers at my part time, my classmates, my friends on MySpace, my friends on Facebook, and numerous folks on the Grocery Challenge. Imagine this: that list of people totals in the thousands. We all touch that many lives and most don't realize it.
A good friend of mine committed suicide my Senior year in high school. She thought she didn't have any friends. The darn church was full to the brim and it could hold a few hundred folks. The real sad thing is: she didn't want to die. She even took steps to try to reverse what she had done by calling 911 but it was too late. The pills took affect and that was that.
Right now, we are in crisis times. Pay attention to your loved ones. Reach out to everyone. You never know when you might just be stepping in at just the right time. Some of you may have seen this email but I'm going to post this story because it just might be true:
> > > One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."> > >> I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.> > > My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"> There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now.> > > I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and themore I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.> > > Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy , you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.> > > Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always befriends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.> > > Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.> > > He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.> > > Boy, sometimes I was jealous.> > > Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.> > > "Thanks," he said. > > >> > > As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."> > > I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.> > > "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome,popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
February...in a nutshell
Whew! This month is nearly gone. I work 12 hour shifts again this week. I'm hoping it doesn't enable me to gain another 1.9 lbs in four days because that just wrecks havoc on the Biggest Winner competition going on at work. I'm down a net of four pounds. I refuse to change my weight tracker until it actually gets lower than the last time I posted. Besides, I never know which scale to believe. My home scale reads 176, the gym scale reads 180.6, and the scale where I weigh in for the B.W. read 181.2.
I was back at the gym in the evenings last week. The week before I was very sick with that cold/flu that was going around and the week before that my evening workout partner was sick. We're all better now. So, I was in the gym eight times since last Sunday--M-F, Tues eve, Thurs eve, and today. I'm lifting heavier weights in order to increase my muscle mass. Muscle burns more calories than fat, so it's good to have them larger (and stronger). I can see some serious definition in my thighs. I can almost see the four separate muscles--not in their entirety considering that two are under the rectus femorous (my anatomy class is paying off)--but I can see the lines of demarcation between them.
The 12 hour shifts are going to hurt a bit so I'm going to see what I can incorporate into my day while I'm checking paperwork and stuff.
I also received my new mail scale. That is something to be excited about. I can actually weigh packages at home and utilize the "postage at home" function on the USPS website. You can save about .50 a package by printing at home. Then you just drop it off at the Post Office. If I mail 20 packages, that's a savings of $10!
I was back at the gym in the evenings last week. The week before I was very sick with that cold/flu that was going around and the week before that my evening workout partner was sick. We're all better now. So, I was in the gym eight times since last Sunday--M-F, Tues eve, Thurs eve, and today. I'm lifting heavier weights in order to increase my muscle mass. Muscle burns more calories than fat, so it's good to have them larger (and stronger). I can see some serious definition in my thighs. I can almost see the four separate muscles--not in their entirety considering that two are under the rectus femorous (my anatomy class is paying off)--but I can see the lines of demarcation between them.
The 12 hour shifts are going to hurt a bit so I'm going to see what I can incorporate into my day while I'm checking paperwork and stuff.
I also received my new mail scale. That is something to be excited about. I can actually weigh packages at home and utilize the "postage at home" function on the USPS website. You can save about .50 a package by printing at home. Then you just drop it off at the Post Office. If I mail 20 packages, that's a savings of $10!
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