I have made progress on several fronts: my house is progressing nicely on the cleaning side of things, I've started my will, I made a six week meal plan which beats, in my mind, a 90 day one in terms of flexibility, and I've rewritten my budget to include savings that will help me get to $1000 by Dec 31. Not bad considering I finally wrote down my goals less than two weeks ago!
As far as weight, I'm currently weighing in, at work and fully clothed, at 149. So I have 19lbs and 14 weeks to go to meet my objective. :)
Monday, March 19, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
Reading the archives
As I went through and read all my previous entries I was struck by two things: how goal-oriented I was, and how organized I was about reaching those goals. We're talking, grocery entries discussing when milk went up fifty cents or when I overshot the price for a head of garlic by over a dollar. I don't know if I want to go THAT in depth but I appreciate old-me's fascination with the financial minutiae of everyday life. Maybe the small details are the ones I should focus on to help me see the big picture. After all, I certainly achieved my goals like woah then.
Just a thought I was having.
Just a thought I was having.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
2012 Goals, a look back at 2011
This post is overdue, so without further ado...
This year goals:
Regain control of my house (cleaning and clutter wise) and put it on the market by May 1.
Reach 130lbs by June 25.
Maintain a 3.0 GPA.
Save $1000 by Dec 31.
Pay off half of credit card by Dec 31.
5 laps in 50 seconds by the end of November (yay roller derby goals!)
Compete in a home bout.
Write my will.
Make a 90 day meal plan.
Accomplish Life List item.
2011:
Rather than recapping a list of my failures, I will stick to my successes, rare though they are. I completed some of the life list items and made headway on others: I regularly make my own spaghetti sauce from scratch, for instance, using a modified version of Pioneer Woman's that I may post here in the future. I've tasted more cab sauv and photographed some shoes. I've taught a dog (Adele!) to sit and stay.
Another completed goal (kinda): Lillie is learning to read. Mostly just sight words but she can sound some words out, like 'coffee'.
And finally: I ran. A little. I ran in the Zombie Apocalypse 5k with my best guy friend Bill and we had a blast.
So there are my successes. May 2012 bring many more.
This year goals:
Regain control of my house (cleaning and clutter wise) and put it on the market by May 1.
Reach 130lbs by June 25.
Maintain a 3.0 GPA.
Save $1000 by Dec 31.
Pay off half of credit card by Dec 31.
5 laps in 50 seconds by the end of November (yay roller derby goals!)
Compete in a home bout.
Write my will.
Make a 90 day meal plan.
Accomplish Life List item.
2011:
Rather than recapping a list of my failures, I will stick to my successes, rare though they are. I completed some of the life list items and made headway on others: I regularly make my own spaghetti sauce from scratch, for instance, using a modified version of Pioneer Woman's that I may post here in the future. I've tasted more cab sauv and photographed some shoes. I've taught a dog (Adele!) to sit and stay.
Another completed goal (kinda): Lillie is learning to read. Mostly just sight words but she can sound some words out, like 'coffee'.
And finally: I ran. A little. I ran in the Zombie Apocalypse 5k with my best guy friend Bill and we had a blast.
So there are my successes. May 2012 bring many more.
Friday, July 1, 2011
I have a brand-new motto ...
But I think I'm going to keep the one at the top there anyways. I now live by:
"You only live once, and you can sleep when you're dead."
Because of this motto I have joined roller derby, I am in the middle of a divorce, I have purple streaks in my hair, and I am living again. LIVING. Not just rolling through the days in a blurry sludge of ick. Some days I can feel the ick, but then I remind myself: YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE.
So I better start living it up. Of course that doesn't mean amass massive debt (which I kinda have in the last few months, what with the divorce and the emotional trauma and the stress-shopping -- some people stress-eat, and I stress-spend money, which doesn't come as a surprise to anyone who knows me). It doesn't mean EAT ALL THE THINGS because let's face it, if you aren't in great shape you need more sleep and you can't live as well, so I'm not overindulging there. It does, however, mean I reevaluate my decisions and make sure they are in line with my personal priorities and values.
Which sometimes includes a divorce. It sometimes includes a belly button piercing. It sometimes (probably always) includes a major style do-over. And it always, always, always, means that I make sure that what I'm going to do is in the best interest of me and the girls, and that it is part of my master plan in life, which is:
HAVE FUN.
I'll try to keep you updated now that I'm out of the tunnel.
"You only live once, and you can sleep when you're dead."
Because of this motto I have joined roller derby, I am in the middle of a divorce, I have purple streaks in my hair, and I am living again. LIVING. Not just rolling through the days in a blurry sludge of ick. Some days I can feel the ick, but then I remind myself: YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE.
So I better start living it up. Of course that doesn't mean amass massive debt (which I kinda have in the last few months, what with the divorce and the emotional trauma and the stress-shopping -- some people stress-eat, and I stress-spend money, which doesn't come as a surprise to anyone who knows me). It doesn't mean EAT ALL THE THINGS because let's face it, if you aren't in great shape you need more sleep and you can't live as well, so I'm not overindulging there. It does, however, mean I reevaluate my decisions and make sure they are in line with my personal priorities and values.
Which sometimes includes a divorce. It sometimes includes a belly button piercing. It sometimes (probably always) includes a major style do-over. And it always, always, always, means that I make sure that what I'm going to do is in the best interest of me and the girls, and that it is part of my master plan in life, which is:
HAVE FUN.
I'll try to keep you updated now that I'm out of the tunnel.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Gained and lost, and all in the space of a week.
I'm cranky this weekend. I am taking it out on everyone, so readers beware: I do not mean to attack you, and I don't even know you, but I am cranky. It started on Friday, with the arrival of my close, dear, Aunt Flow. Somehow I managed to soak through both my tampon and my panty-liner, and by the time I got back from working out at the gym, there was a BEAUTIFUL red spot on the bum of my sweats. Guess what from?
It was continued by the perceived slight I received from my sister-in-law, who just gave birth to a delicious baby boy. She is in the hospital and doing well, having visits from all her friends who attended her labor, but because of a complicated issue with the baby's father, the hospital has elected to not allow her visits from anyone who wasn't in the delivery room. That would include me, but somehow not her Aunt. I shouldn't take it personally, right? But all of her friends have held the baby, and they all get the title of Aunt Whomever, and I am sitting here, sad, because I haven't held the baby and I don't even know if I'll be bestowed with the Aunt title because apparently, I'm not really family. Still. After five years of being married, my in-laws still don't really count me when they take stock of the family.
My one pair of warm, cozy winter boots has a huge hole in the big toe on my right foot. Big enough that I can no longer pretend that it's okay to wear them, because I can see my sock when I put it on. But when I went to the mall for a new pair of boots, any boots I liked did not have my size in stock. Apparently I waited too long for my winter boots to break, since sandals are already gracing the shelves of stores in the mall.
D is sick, which means he hasn't been much help this weekend ... I wanted to achieve three things: finish two papers and wash, fold, and put away all of our laundry. As of right now, I have achieved: wash all the laundry. That's it. Because I'm chasing after two kids, one of whom decided that when we got to the gym yesterday she wanted to see what happened if she squeezed her Dunkin Donuts hot chocolate between her legs -- we drove home to change her clothes and covered her car seat with a grocery bag.
I'm so over it. Everything. One of the papers that I have to do is so vague that I don't even know where to start; the other paper I have to do is so involved and boring that I don't WANT to start. I can't even begin my extra credit Calculus project; I just have no idea where to begin, so I guess I won't be turning it in on Tuesday after all.
Last Sunday when I weighed in I gained 5lbs. FIVE. Gained. I almost gave in then but the muffin top over my jeans shamed me. I returned to Weight Watchers, tracking the points of everything I ate, and this week I am down 6 pounds, which WW tells me is unhealthy because weight loss is supposed to be about 2lbs a week ... does that count water retention from last week? Because I was PMSing and everything.
My final whine? D seems to have lost my iPod. I might kill him. I bring that thing everywhere, I use it for everything. I keep track of my points for WW, I have several playlists for while working out, I keep my calendar and all appointments on it, and of course the email/games/etc that most people have on their awesome iPods now. I am so upset. How do I avoid killing him, at this moment? Possibly by injecting enough coffee into my bloodstream that it forces me to be upbeat. We'll see if that works.
Back to the gym tomorrow; my personal trainer wrote down all the exercises we've gone over so far, so that I might actually be able to replicate the workout on my own. Wish me luck, because obviously I need a heap of it. Thanks.
It was continued by the perceived slight I received from my sister-in-law, who just gave birth to a delicious baby boy. She is in the hospital and doing well, having visits from all her friends who attended her labor, but because of a complicated issue with the baby's father, the hospital has elected to not allow her visits from anyone who wasn't in the delivery room. That would include me, but somehow not her Aunt. I shouldn't take it personally, right? But all of her friends have held the baby, and they all get the title of Aunt Whomever, and I am sitting here, sad, because I haven't held the baby and I don't even know if I'll be bestowed with the Aunt title because apparently, I'm not really family. Still. After five years of being married, my in-laws still don't really count me when they take stock of the family.
My one pair of warm, cozy winter boots has a huge hole in the big toe on my right foot. Big enough that I can no longer pretend that it's okay to wear them, because I can see my sock when I put it on. But when I went to the mall for a new pair of boots, any boots I liked did not have my size in stock. Apparently I waited too long for my winter boots to break, since sandals are already gracing the shelves of stores in the mall.
D is sick, which means he hasn't been much help this weekend ... I wanted to achieve three things: finish two papers and wash, fold, and put away all of our laundry. As of right now, I have achieved: wash all the laundry. That's it. Because I'm chasing after two kids, one of whom decided that when we got to the gym yesterday she wanted to see what happened if she squeezed her Dunkin Donuts hot chocolate between her legs -- we drove home to change her clothes and covered her car seat with a grocery bag.
I'm so over it. Everything. One of the papers that I have to do is so vague that I don't even know where to start; the other paper I have to do is so involved and boring that I don't WANT to start. I can't even begin my extra credit Calculus project; I just have no idea where to begin, so I guess I won't be turning it in on Tuesday after all.
Last Sunday when I weighed in I gained 5lbs. FIVE. Gained. I almost gave in then but the muffin top over my jeans shamed me. I returned to Weight Watchers, tracking the points of everything I ate, and this week I am down 6 pounds, which WW tells me is unhealthy because weight loss is supposed to be about 2lbs a week ... does that count water retention from last week? Because I was PMSing and everything.
My final whine? D seems to have lost my iPod. I might kill him. I bring that thing everywhere, I use it for everything. I keep track of my points for WW, I have several playlists for while working out, I keep my calendar and all appointments on it, and of course the email/games/etc that most people have on their awesome iPods now. I am so upset. How do I avoid killing him, at this moment? Possibly by injecting enough coffee into my bloodstream that it forces me to be upbeat. We'll see if that works.
Back to the gym tomorrow; my personal trainer wrote down all the exercises we've gone over so far, so that I might actually be able to replicate the workout on my own. Wish me luck, because obviously I need a heap of it. Thanks.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Live and learn, right?
So, Wednesday, aka Day 3 of getting up early and working out, was destined to be a failure from the beginning. It snowed, enough that the Y had a delayed opening. Lillie decided to crawl into bed with me at 4:30am and kick me for the rest of the morning. We had someone sleeping on the couch so I couldn't creep downstairs and do SOMETHING, anything, from my exercise video collection. It was destined to be a failure.
I had no idea that Thursday and Friday were destined for failure as well.
Wednesday night, I left my iPod at work, aka my alarm clock. My cell phone (aka Alarm #2) wandered off with a reckless toddler. The clock radio alarm that I have? I set for 5:30 PM. Not AM.
My alarm then? Was the reckless toddler at 6:55, anxious to get out of her crib and wreak havoc. Fantastic.
Friday I was ill. I called out of work and crawled back into bed and hid from the world until dinnertime.
Life likes to taunt you. It likes to take your goals and smash them to pieces. But you know what? I feel positive that things are going to work out for me. It may take longer to get in the habit than I thought, it might be harder to get in the habit than I thought, but it'll work out.
I lost .3 pounds this week, bringing me to an even 2lbs lost since I started weight watchers, and that's with eating my weight in bad foods on Saturday, so I am feeling pretty good. I need to study and do homework and go to bed on time and get up to work out in the morning, but I'm pretty sure it's all going to fall into place. Watch me. =P
I had no idea that Thursday and Friday were destined for failure as well.
Wednesday night, I left my iPod at work, aka my alarm clock. My cell phone (aka Alarm #2) wandered off with a reckless toddler. The clock radio alarm that I have? I set for 5:30 PM. Not AM.
My alarm then? Was the reckless toddler at 6:55, anxious to get out of her crib and wreak havoc. Fantastic.
Friday I was ill. I called out of work and crawled back into bed and hid from the world until dinnertime.
Life likes to taunt you. It likes to take your goals and smash them to pieces. But you know what? I feel positive that things are going to work out for me. It may take longer to get in the habit than I thought, it might be harder to get in the habit than I thought, but it'll work out.
I lost .3 pounds this week, bringing me to an even 2lbs lost since I started weight watchers, and that's with eating my weight in bad foods on Saturday, so I am feeling pretty good. I need to study and do homework and go to bed on time and get up to work out in the morning, but I'm pretty sure it's all going to fall into place. Watch me. =P
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Working out, day 2. Plus, school.
I didn't post about Day 1, but Day 2 is exciting. Because it is the SECOND day I woke up at 5:20am, hauled my ass down to the gym, worked out, came home and started the rest of my day. You know what? I woke up this morning and thought, wow, I am achy all over from exercising yesterday. Maybe I should take today off.
NO. I refused. I got up and did it anyways (like feel the fear but do it anyways, but Feel the tired achy bones and do it anyways, or Feel the lazy and do it anyways ... I like that, it's my new motto.)
So, yesterday while at the gym I lifted some weights. I am following a routine I found in a book published by Women's Health, the Big Book of Exercises or something (I'll post the name of the book here when I have the book in front of me, which is NOT now.) It had a full warm-up, and then a workout that is supposed to reclaim my body for me. It was quite a workout, and with the exception of one cabled row, a workout I could do Anywhere. I am grateful for the cabled row, though, since it means I have to get to the gym to do it, so I HAVE to get up at 5:20. There is no way I can tell myself at 5:20 nah, I will just do it a little later... I don't have a way to do it a little later. It just won't happen if I do that, and I refuse to give up the fight.
Today I ran. Well, ran / walked. I walked for 10 minutes as a warm-up, then did Run 1min / Walk 2min repeated 4 times, then did a cool down walk, plus I did a little stretching. I am very proud of myself. I have pride. Not only did I wake up and go to the gym, but I actually ran while I was there.
Tomorrow, swimming and weights. My first time swimming! Well, my first time swimming as a workout, I guess. I'm going to be doing lap repeats: 1 lap freestyle, rest 30 seconds, about 15 times.
I'm excited. Two other things are important to note, exercise-wise: I have committed to taking only stairs. No elevators. Yesterday, I had to park my car on the fifth floor of the parking garage. That means five flights of stairs. And I had to go out to my car four times.
I still took the stairs, including when I had a large printer that I had just purchased for the office to carry down.
Finally: water. Water. Water. It's my healthy focus for the week. Drink water. I'm doing okay, but I could be doing better. But. Water.
On a different note, yesterday was my first day of class! I sat in a classroom! It was shocking, because I apparently have a lot more in common with the faculty than my classmates ... the kids, the work-life, the husband, etc. But I'm so thrilled to be in classes again, and today, Calculus. Math is the bane of my existence, because I'm always missing little details. I'm so much better with phrases and words and grammar than with numbers and variables and coefficients. However, I have been studying up so hopefully it will assist me in not sucking. Fingers crossed!
Tomorrow maybe I'll post about the Christmas presents I have planned for this year... we'll see!
NO. I refused. I got up and did it anyways (like feel the fear but do it anyways, but Feel the tired achy bones and do it anyways, or Feel the lazy and do it anyways ... I like that, it's my new motto.)
So, yesterday while at the gym I lifted some weights. I am following a routine I found in a book published by Women's Health, the Big Book of Exercises or something (I'll post the name of the book here when I have the book in front of me, which is NOT now.) It had a full warm-up, and then a workout that is supposed to reclaim my body for me. It was quite a workout, and with the exception of one cabled row, a workout I could do Anywhere. I am grateful for the cabled row, though, since it means I have to get to the gym to do it, so I HAVE to get up at 5:20. There is no way I can tell myself at 5:20 nah, I will just do it a little later... I don't have a way to do it a little later. It just won't happen if I do that, and I refuse to give up the fight.
Today I ran. Well, ran / walked. I walked for 10 minutes as a warm-up, then did Run 1min / Walk 2min repeated 4 times, then did a cool down walk, plus I did a little stretching. I am very proud of myself. I have pride. Not only did I wake up and go to the gym, but I actually ran while I was there.
Tomorrow, swimming and weights. My first time swimming! Well, my first time swimming as a workout, I guess. I'm going to be doing lap repeats: 1 lap freestyle, rest 30 seconds, about 15 times.
I'm excited. Two other things are important to note, exercise-wise: I have committed to taking only stairs. No elevators. Yesterday, I had to park my car on the fifth floor of the parking garage. That means five flights of stairs. And I had to go out to my car four times.
I still took the stairs, including when I had a large printer that I had just purchased for the office to carry down.
Finally: water. Water. Water. It's my healthy focus for the week. Drink water. I'm doing okay, but I could be doing better. But. Water.
On a different note, yesterday was my first day of class! I sat in a classroom! It was shocking, because I apparently have a lot more in common with the faculty than my classmates ... the kids, the work-life, the husband, etc. But I'm so thrilled to be in classes again, and today, Calculus. Math is the bane of my existence, because I'm always missing little details. I'm so much better with phrases and words and grammar than with numbers and variables and coefficients. However, I have been studying up so hopefully it will assist me in not sucking. Fingers crossed!
Here's me, looking all bad-ass.
Tomorrow maybe I'll post about the Christmas presents I have planned for this year... we'll see!
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