I'm Back. Wedding over. Thanksgiving over. Christmas over. And I'm about 5 pounds heavier. It is not fun sorting out feelings. I think I'm really a stress eater. The stress I create myself. The worry is somewhat constant. The drive to go to the gym ebbs and flows. When it is so cold, I don't want to leave the front of the fireplace. Boring. With that said, I will focus on the positive. I like my new hair cut. I LOVE my new son-in-law. It appears my son just might graduate from college. His girlfriend is wonderful. And, I love crawling in bed next to my husband every night. I can only imagine how miserable life would truly be if the person you had to sleep with every night made you cringe. I read a book one time and the lead character hated her husband and only married him for his money. She despised going to bed at night. Money is one of the main things I worry about. Going to bed at night is a joy and it doesn't cost me a dime. I'm in a better mood already.
Sincerely,
I'm still not Oprah
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Yes Dear, I'm amazed at my technical ability.
My husband looks like Dennis the Menance's Dad and he often sounds like him. I figured out how to post pictures. I was very delighted with myself (wooo hoooo!!!) when my husband said in a dry tone, "I take it you're amazed at your technical ability?" I chose three of my favorite pics off my IPhone. I'll try to do that more often.
I went to the gym did an hour on the elliptical. Didn't push myself. My legs hurt from the day before. My goal is still 7 days a week. Don't ever think I over do it. 7 days a week is a goal, not a reality.
And I finally saw light at the end of the tunnel when it comes to our budget. Or, as I have started calling it, "Stay at home to exercise and be a Granny budget." The breakthrough came when I starting learning about life insurance. Over the years we have purchased several policies. It is probably common for people to purchase these without really knowing the details of the policies. Turns out I can use the cash value to pay off debt and stay home for a little while longer. Hopefully till grand baby gets in school and I lose 40 more pounds.
I need to head out to rehearsal.
Sincerely,
I'm Not Oprah
I went to the gym did an hour on the elliptical. Didn't push myself. My legs hurt from the day before. My goal is still 7 days a week. Don't ever think I over do it. 7 days a week is a goal, not a reality.
And I finally saw light at the end of the tunnel when it comes to our budget. Or, as I have started calling it, "Stay at home to exercise and be a Granny budget." The breakthrough came when I starting learning about life insurance. Over the years we have purchased several policies. It is probably common for people to purchase these without really knowing the details of the policies. Turns out I can use the cash value to pay off debt and stay home for a little while longer. Hopefully till grand baby gets in school and I lose 40 more pounds.
I need to head out to rehearsal.
Sincerely,
I'm Not Oprah
Copper King Hibiscus
This is my favorite hibiscus. They come up every year and take very little maintenance. Wizard of Oz Summer '10
The Carnegie Players. It is truly amazing what a good community theater can do. This show was the start of my weight loss. I felt so fat and so old under the heavy costume and make-up. My knees hurt as I climbed up the stairs to the castle and through the window. The witch is suppose to appear in a flash. I wasn't flashing anyone except my good friend Jennifer who was kind enough to help me up the step ladder. (Jennifer is in front in the solid green dress.) She was also responsible for the speed in which I melted. I had to squat. When you are 5'4" and over 200 pounds, squatting is not in the cards. And the bicycle scared me to death. The kids cast as munchkins couldn't believe a grown woman was afraid of a bicycle. Going head first off the proscenium was a real possibility. I sweated off five pounds and started swimming shortly after the show closed. Rainbow in Taos
This picture was taken just outside Taos (summer '10). We were staying with some very dear friends at their family home. It was a double rainbow. Remarkable to see. It appeared to be LED lights someone was shooting up toward the sky. This is very close to where the Pueblo Indian Tribe has lived for centuries. I kept wondering what the Indians thought 250 years ago when they witnessed something as amazing as this. But, then again, Indians never had any problem appreciating nature. Monday, October 18, 2010
Jams - brightly colored long shorts worn in the 80's
When I feel like a total idiot I lose my appetite. I've had yogurt and fresh figs(off of my trees.) That's it and I'm not hungry. A call from my daughter this afternoon pretty much destroyed my thoughts of dinner. She said, "Mom, there is something missing in the invitations." My heart sank cause I'm the one that stuffed them, sealed them, and mailed them. How could I forget the map? No, the RSVP card? No, the.......time of the wedding. Oh good grief. Apparently people who don't have the good taste to RSVP will simply not know what time the wedding starts. I just hope this feeling of being really stupid passes by tomorrow morning.
I did not weigh this morning. It was my first day doing part-time tutoring. I was occupied with teacher thoughts. I did pack my bag for the gym. I did go work out at lunch. Hour on the elliptical, little swimming for the stretching. Worked up a good sweat. It was wonderful to see my friend at the gym. I'm so proud of her. It takes such commitment. But, the time you start exercising is a very personal choice. My timing was perfect when I got fed up with being angry about things I could not control.
I dawned on me the only thing I can really control was my hand as it put things in my mouth.
Now to what my daughter calls my interesting life. I'll try to recall events in my life based on the person. Since I started with my Dad, I'll continue with him. My Dad would say to my Mom often, "I'm worth more dead than alive." He wasn't being sarcastic or spiteful, just truthful. After serving in WWII, he did not seem to fear much of anything. In what most people would call a dangerous situation, my father usually just got angry. Very angry. He was only 5'9" or so. Not fat, not thin. Just average but on the short side I suppose. His anger was the quiet kind. The kind you witness mostly in the jaw muscles of a man's face. He didn't raise his voice and spoke through clenched teeth when he was very upset. Around 11 pm one night at the motel he had just checked in a customer. It was the normal practice at the motel to lock the front doors when the restaurant closed. As the customer left the desk, Dad stayed put to finish up paperwork. (I would always show the customer to the door and lock it behind them.) He looked up just as a young man in jams was entering the lobby. Dad told me later he noticed no car. In our family we always talk about red flags. No car when pulling up to a motel is one red flag. The young man said he needed a room. My father said I'll need to see your driver's license. The man replied, "How about taking a look at this," as he brought the gun up and pointed it directly at my father. I guess you could say no more red flags were needed in this scenario. The conversation stopped abruptly as my father took an instinctive step backwards and flipped over a trash can. The flip hurt my father so bad he screamed in pain and assumed he had been shot in the back. The flip shocked the robber so bad he fled after jumping over the counter and trying unsuccessfully to get into the cash register. All the while my father was crawling on his hands and knees, screaming "I've been shot! I've been shot! " so my mother in the apartment will hear him. She ran out, assured him there is no blood anywhere. He grabbed his gun that always rested by the register and he ran out to the parking lot shooting bullets into the air, cussing and screaming at the robbers. His reasoning, he informed us later, is that he wanted the robbers to know he had a gun and that he knew how to shoot it. My Dad wore a back brace for months after this. I love this story and I can picture both my parents. My Dad survived just by sheer luck. And my Mom didn't falter or stop to think what might be waiting in the lobby. She just ran head first to try to help him.
Sincerely,
I'm Not Oprah
I did not weigh this morning. It was my first day doing part-time tutoring. I was occupied with teacher thoughts. I did pack my bag for the gym. I did go work out at lunch. Hour on the elliptical, little swimming for the stretching. Worked up a good sweat. It was wonderful to see my friend at the gym. I'm so proud of her. It takes such commitment. But, the time you start exercising is a very personal choice. My timing was perfect when I got fed up with being angry about things I could not control.
I dawned on me the only thing I can really control was my hand as it put things in my mouth.
Now to what my daughter calls my interesting life. I'll try to recall events in my life based on the person. Since I started with my Dad, I'll continue with him. My Dad would say to my Mom often, "I'm worth more dead than alive." He wasn't being sarcastic or spiteful, just truthful. After serving in WWII, he did not seem to fear much of anything. In what most people would call a dangerous situation, my father usually just got angry. Very angry. He was only 5'9" or so. Not fat, not thin. Just average but on the short side I suppose. His anger was the quiet kind. The kind you witness mostly in the jaw muscles of a man's face. He didn't raise his voice and spoke through clenched teeth when he was very upset. Around 11 pm one night at the motel he had just checked in a customer. It was the normal practice at the motel to lock the front doors when the restaurant closed. As the customer left the desk, Dad stayed put to finish up paperwork. (I would always show the customer to the door and lock it behind them.) He looked up just as a young man in jams was entering the lobby. Dad told me later he noticed no car. In our family we always talk about red flags. No car when pulling up to a motel is one red flag. The young man said he needed a room. My father said I'll need to see your driver's license. The man replied, "How about taking a look at this," as he brought the gun up and pointed it directly at my father. I guess you could say no more red flags were needed in this scenario. The conversation stopped abruptly as my father took an instinctive step backwards and flipped over a trash can. The flip hurt my father so bad he screamed in pain and assumed he had been shot in the back. The flip shocked the robber so bad he fled after jumping over the counter and trying unsuccessfully to get into the cash register. All the while my father was crawling on his hands and knees, screaming "I've been shot! I've been shot! " so my mother in the apartment will hear him. She ran out, assured him there is no blood anywhere. He grabbed his gun that always rested by the register and he ran out to the parking lot shooting bullets into the air, cussing and screaming at the robbers. His reasoning, he informed us later, is that he wanted the robbers to know he had a gun and that he knew how to shoot it. My Dad wore a back brace for months after this. I love this story and I can picture both my parents. My Dad survived just by sheer luck. And my Mom didn't falter or stop to think what might be waiting in the lobby. She just ran head first to try to help him.
Sincerely,
I'm Not Oprah
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