W1D3: Thursday, January 3, 2013

Stats: W2D1

  • 154 lbs
  • 35.5%Body Fat
  • 84 RHR

Food:

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Thankful:
Thankful of going home in sunset, not darkness. The sky is dark, then blue, with a glow of pink, yellow and then orange-red at the horizon. Winter cold is here, bun the light is returning.

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W1D2: Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Stats: W1D2

  • 156 lbs
  • 36% Body Fat
  • RHR

Food:
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Thankful:
For friends who stop to chat at the gym. Thankful for friends who remember me in Hong Kong and bring back something for me unexpectedly.

Week 1, Day 1: Happy New Year!

Stats:

W1D1:

  • 156lbs
  • 34% body fat (according to the Taylor Body Fat Analyzer Scale I think it is this one).
  • Resting HR: 86 bpm

I took photos of myself from the neck down, they are so not going up here and are for my records only.

Food Log:

Not shown:

  • Carrots
  • One bite of pretzel rolled in melted peanut chips and mini chocolate chips (Seriously it was only one bite – the SO ate the rest)
  • Green tea

Thankful:

Thankful for B&D hosting a hushed NYE party, where we whispered the countdown to avoid waking the 8-month-old baby upstairs.

 

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Perpetual calendar journal, daily thankfulness, and the secret to happiness

Remember when I mentioned how I keep an old school moleskine calendar?

I’m thinking of keeping an old school perpetual calendar journal.

What are they?

Have a look on Pinterest.

I can write a sentence about something good that happened every day.

They say that changing your attitude to look for things to be grateful for can change your life.

The video is an engaging 12 minutes that looks at happiness.

My foot

My foot

Dropped a 5lb dumbbell on my foot while organizing my office at home. Now look who the dumbbell is.

I was organizing into the wee hours last night and was moving boxes.

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Fresh year and fresh start: Take 2

So, I made it to a certain number of weeks, quit blogging, and the weight came back.

But, I do know that it works, this logging thing.

And I just received 1,000 Gifts by e-gift (Thanks L!)  I set up this blog for a daily thankfulness.  And like the food photography, it got away from me.

So, what I’m doing is placing my last attempt (save my first few posts) in “draft” mode so they don’t appear here.

Clean slate as it were.

A lot has changed in 2012.  Promotion, new responsibilities at work, the guy who I dreamed blowing Chihuly glass because we visited the Delaware Art Museum with a group together is now my significant other.  I’ve cleaned out a lot of my basement, only to have it filled with things from my parent’s attic and basement.

I’ve tried to make things run smoother in my life:

  • I’ve tried to get organized with a daily declutter calendar, but it was sometimes geared to someone with kids or a larger home.
  • Renovated the master bathroom
  • I even made my own Freedom filer thing with my own labels and pretty much finished it for 2012, the twelve monthly files are upstairs in the office, the other stuff is in hall filing cabinet.  Hoping it works for 2013.
  • I had my Zappos account compromised, then bought a yubi key and subscribed to lastpass to fix the “I got compromised” problem for the long term. $12/year is not bad.

I made a half-hearted attempt at fitness:

  • I bought a fitbit ultra
  •  I lost a fitbit (several times and then it was gone for good when I lost it at work)
  • Joined earnd it and got some free swag.
  • Bought a bike in the heat of July  and need to ride it when it gets warmer.
  • Joined a gym in November, the SO is my gym partner, I haven’t had a gym buddy since Melissa S in my senior year of college.  We’re going to try to go a couple times a week after work.  We’ve been there together twice.

I’ve had some fun:

And I’ve neglected my writing and writing group.  Fridays nights are a treasure that I prefer to give the SO than use for myself, even if it is something I like to do.

I want to start being better with my free time, back to writing, back to thankfulness, and perhaps find a way to squeeze in the master’s program I’m considering for 2013 or another performance of the United Choirs of North Wilmington in late April.

But every new year is an arbitrary point in our revolution around the sun that, to everyone,  means a time to start over.

A time to be deliberate.

A fresh start.

Starting over

Well, a lot happens in a few months.

Promotion at work.

New boyfriend.  Actually, he is the man of my dreams, the Mr. Chihuly glass blower.

Writing goals/challenges.  Novel isn’t going to write itself.

All good things that have stopped this little blog in its tracks.

I stepped on the scale to find myself heavier than I have ever been in my life.  Worse than the weeks after Gran died.  Call it happy weight. 157 lbs just now.  Granted, I fluctuate give or take 5 pounds of water weight during the month.  Pants that were once loose now nearly buckle at the seams. Blouses that used to be loose now fit me worse than sausage casings.  You can see it in my face.  I’m getting fat around the jowls.

But it’s been a lot of eating out, a lot of me cooking in using tasty, but high caloric meals laced with butter and cream or both and/or cheese.  Penne with vodka cream sauce, crock pot lasagne, chicken franchisee, chicken piccata, grilled sage chicken, grilled flank steak, grilled Delmonico steak, lots of El Diablo Burrito, Chinese take out, Vietnamese, fantastic Argentine food for our six months together, far too many cafe mochas and frappucinos at Starbucks in the B&N, bagels for breakfast, no limit on my carbs.

Then there was the pear pie.  Which was supposed to make it into work with him to his job #2, but never made it past his apartment door.  He did not feel guilty at all.  I still don’t think he’s told them that there was ever a pie.  Pie?  What pie?

But I love seeing people eat my food all relaxed and happy and smiling.  Especially him.

Yet, we both admit we have a problem, our bodies were never meant to be at their current size.  Our knees, if they aren’t already, will be suffering the worse for wear very soon.

Did I mention that there is a banana bread resting at this very minute on my kitchen stove?  Work potluck.

Something needs to change.  He went for a bike ride without me since I had Bibles Study at my house, which has turned into more of a prayer group.  So that’s something.  My bike is in his basement.  It is shiny and new and ridden two or three times.  I look like an imbecile when I ride, and when I nearly crash into things.

I was thinking of joining planet fitness with him and doing their circle of circuit training, kind of like Curves but co-ed.

I’ve done couch to 5k, but made it to week 6, but no further due to vacations and losing the motivation.

But it’s good to have a goal again.

Photos and log start again tomorrow.  40 pounds in 40 weeks again.  And this time, that’s probably not as aggressive as it once sounded.  The weight part of happy weight has to go.  I bet the happy is here to stay.

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