Daylight savings saves daylight /and/ lives

Fact du jour: When we 'fall back' as a result of Daylight Savings Time, the number of heart attacks go down. (Like I needed another excuse to sleep in?)

Giveaway du jour: Today, I'm going for a toughie. I'm going to give away at least one book. (Trust me, this is like asking me to choose which of my children to throw out. But not all the books on the shelf are family; I can weed out a changeling or two if I steel myself to the task.)
Easier than I thought. Once I actually looked, it was easy to see that I would never open that old manual on Fireworks again. One less book on the shelf.

Exercise du jour: bell, ball and balance (balance ball and kettlebell)

Today was a day-long train wreck, work work and work. Barely squeezed in quickie with arm exercises.

The Rake's progress (in my backyard)

Fact du jour:
According to That's Fit, you can burn 290 calories an hour raking, if you have a large tree.

I think I have that covered.

Giveaway du jour: Today I am going to go through a storage box in my garage and give away anything I don't absolutely need to have in my life (and in my garage).

Tricky... not as easy as it looks...

Exercise du jour: week 2 of the couch to 5k.
Thanks to Theresa for the Gold Star.

November: the month of 30-day challenges

Wow... 30 days to spend any way I want. (Except for the time I spend working or sleeping, but who's counting them.)

November is National Blog Posting month. I could post on the blog every day for a month.

Also, of course, there's National Novel Writing Month. I could write a novel in 30 days. [Note: this link might not work today; very heavy traffic on that site right now.]

Or if I wanted to have one day off, there's the 29 Gifts challenge. I could give something away every day for 29 days. (I like that it doesn't always have to be something material. The website suggests you give away a smile, or call a friend and give a kind word. The dog would probably enjoy it if I gave her an extra belly rub or two ten.)

Or I could... rake the leaves...

What, all of them?

I don't see a lot out there in blogland about exercising every day for a month. Understandably, this wouldn't work for people like Xenia, who's boldly going where this non-marathoner fears to tread. Stressing out the major muscle groups like that requires rest days. But if I'm using different muscle groups on alternating days? That should work.

Sigh. Work. Not something I want to think about.

Travels with the Librarian

Photo credit: The Librarian. All rights reserved. So there.

The Librarian arrives, the axe falls


The day she came, someone dropped an axe in my front yard.

I know that some of my neighbors are rather strange, but so far none of them has shown any tendency toward dropping sharp-edged weaponry in front of my house.

This is the actual axe in question.

Until the Librarian showed up for a visit. Coincidence? I wonder...

Some years ago, when I was living in California, a couple of buzzards came and sat on a telephone pole outside my window. In all the years I lived in that neighborhood, I had never seen buzzards in that area, let alone two of them sitting hunched over giving me a beady-eyed look of suspicion. Reminded me of those old Westerns where the hero is lost in the desert with no water, and the vultures are giving him looks as if to say "Hurry it up, would you? I'm missing my favorite TV show waiting here." Ominous, in other words.

After a couple of hours they flew away, but the very next day, I was involved in a massive layoff at my company -- almost 1,000 people, about 1/4 of the company gone in one swell foop.

So while I'm not really superstitious, I still wondered if the Librarian were trying to tell me I was going to Get the Axe.

Not an actual photo of the Librarian

It's much nicer in Indianapolis

We went to Multnomah Falls so the Librarian could exercise her taste for hiking (and so I could exercise my legs).

Photo credit: The Librarian. All rights reserved. So there.

The falls are scenic. It's against human nature not to take a picture or two thousand of them. If someone is there alone, it's also natural to ask a passerby to take their picture standing by the falls. Then the asker starts talking to you; that's another law of nature. The conversation is not always restricted to a mere "thank you"; actual chatting generally ensues.

Sometimes this is a pleasant thing. The Librarian got caught by a woman from West Virginia (she was originally from Pittsburgh, mind you, but she lived in West Virginia, and she was hiking solo while her husband was in a conference in Portland, and she'd done some touristy things with her sister-in-law but she wasn't up for a hike, and it was really great to see the falls before they went home on Monday, though it was a pity her daughter couldn't have come since she loves hiking so much). Informative but also cheerful.

Me, I had a different experience. Found myself being "chatted with" by a middle-aged man who lived in Seattle and couldn't wait to move back to Indianapolis next week. "It's much nicer in Indianapolis," he said, after I took the picture of him holding a McDonald's hamburger and standing next to
the falls.

I smiled, nodded, and moved on down the trail. He followed me, so I ventured a question. "Seattle isn't a nice place to live?"

"No, it's horrible. They hold mass rallies with skateboarders all the time. 3200 skaters going down the hill by my house!" The memory made his voice rise in indignation. "They don't have skateboarders in the Midwest."

"Yes they do," said a man passing by in the opposite direction.

"Hmph!" said my companion. "Not in Indianapolis, they don't." He seemed to find the thought comforting.


Why there were no librarians on the Lewis & Clark expedition

The Librarian told me she wasn't observant, but I didn't believe her. Thought she was being modest. She's very perceptive, picks up on things that I never see until they're pointed out to me. All the same, it's true that she's not always that observant.

We drove west. As we came over the last hill, the horizon was filled with the panoramic view of the wide blue Pacific. "Look!" I said. "There's the ocean!"

And the Librarian said, "Where?"

Cape Perpetua behaves itself

After dallying at Cannon Beach, we idled down the coast to Cape Perpetua. If I'd been better at planning, I would have suggested leaving earlier. According to Google, Cape Perpetua was a three hours' drive southwest, while Cannon Beach was an hour's drive due west. I inferred that it would take two hours to drive down the coast from CB. But I neglected to factor in the difference between driving through the mountains (few towns, mostly freeway speed) and driving down the coast, which is scenic as all get-out, but with a road that winds up, down, side-to-side, and through several small towns. We're talking a long drive.

Which meant that we came to Cape Perpetua at sunset. Got some beautiful pictures

Photo credit: The Librarian. All rights reserved. Nyah.

The top of Perpetua is about 800 feet above the ocean. We drove up to the top and walked around up there, where it's flat. That's what I call a nice hike.

The Librarian, however, had a different definition of the word 'hike.' She decided to hike the trail back down to the base of the mountain. What I found scary about this was the fact that after sunset, the world gets a lot darker. Which is not the ideal situation to tackle a hike down a long twisty path down a pretty steep hill. I drove the car down and waited at the bottom, which left me with plenty of time to visualize her obtaining a twisty ankle.

Photo credit: The Librarian. All rights reserved. I did say "dark", didn't I?

Luckily, the Librarian emerged at the bottom of the hill unscathed. Cape Perpetua behaved itself quite nicely. (As opposed to Mount Hood, which sulked and hid itself the Whole Time the Librarian was visiting.)

You'd think it would be hard to hide a whole mountain...

The long ride home

The Librarian may have missed the ocean, but I managed to miss the turnoff home. Thus we had to drive back up the long way, another hour or so up the coast and then inland. (I know, I could have turned around and tried to find the turnoff, but I was so tired and the night was so dark that I figured with my luck I would miss it again and keep on going until we hit California.)

By 11:30, we had the road to ourselves. The mountains are pretty dark at night, and I was quite tired, so of course I nagged the Librarian. Figured if I kept her awake she would return the favor.

Little did I know what Librarians do when they want to keep you awake.
They tell jokes.
Bad jokes.
Not as in not-funny, as in baaaaad jokes.

(Brace yourself, here comes an example)
Example:
Q: What did the fish say when he swam into the wall?
A: Dam!

The amazing finish

We were almost back at The house when we got held up by a freight train. It was a long train, with lots of very dull railroad cars, and it seemed to stretch on endlessly. In the passenger seat, the Librarian sunk a little further down in her seat. At this rate, I would never be able to wake her up when we got back to the house.

I was pondering this dilemma, when what to my wondering eyes did appear...

"Look!" I nudged the Librarian. "There's Gerard Butler standing atop a railroad car wearing nothing but a smile!"

"Mpmhm," came from the Librarian. She didn't open her eyes, which was a pity, because there was more.

"Hey! There are pink-and-purple striped zebras dancing with him!"

"Yeahmhn," sighed the Librarian. Not even a flicker of the eyelashes.

"You're missing it! There are unicorns dressed up as a mariachi band! They're shaking their maracas!"

"Mhhhhh... G.B. is a man-whore," mumbled the Librarian.

Well really. There's just no pleasing some people.

wistful sigh...

Anger, treadmill, & kettlebells

Got totally pissed off at a highly irritating doctor, and for once did the rational thing. Spent a quick-paced 20 minutes on Orlando Manuel. Still pissed off at the doctor, but it's much better to be hot sweaty and pissed off. Some of the anger must have gotten mutated into kinetic energy along the line.

Also, decided that Charlotte was probably onto a good thing, so I followed her Kettlebell workout. Excellent for working off the angry vibes. Maybe I'll be sore tomorrow, but tonight? Not even a gasp.

Kitty courtesy of flickr.

Headaches, Wordsworth, & Exercise

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration...
- Wordsworth

It was indeed a beautiful evening. Except I was the one breathless, and not with adoration. Even with a headache coming on, managed 20 minutes with Orlando Manuel.


Had to stop in the middle to use the inhaler, but on the positive side that's the first time all day. Seems like I'm improving. Hopefully

Sadly, the sunset was not my photo. From flickr.

Exercise Update & One Happy Dog

Bloody hell.
This blogging guilt stuff actually works.

I thought: "It's time to update the blog."
Inner Critic responded: "Update with what? You haven't done anything!"
Self defensively: "Well, it's hard. I try to exercise, I get out of breath, I stop."
I.C.: "You give up too easily. Take a break and try again."
Self definite whining tone by now: "But that's hard! Don' wanna!"
I.C.: "Do I have to slap you upside the head?"
Self: sniff, sniff

Actually this went on a greater length, but I figure anyone reading this has already dropped off to sleep.

The point is, I couldn't post anything until I'd exercised. So I went and did 20 minutes on Orlando Manuel.
The good news: I worked up a sweat and didn't gasp once.
The bad news: I'm going at a much slower rate than I had been before I stopped exercising. (I know that it's only to be expected, but it's still disappointing.)

Also, I would like to lodge an Official Complaint.

Autumn is supposed to look like this:


But it feels more like this:

Yesterday was the last day of August. I had to turn on the heater. It's bad enough that winter lasted well into spring, now summer is ending early?

Dog update
I don't think I ever posted an update on the dog since she got sick. I sent her down to California for the winter, and she came back looking marvelous.

Every day, my mother cooked the dog an egg for breakfast and a yam for dinner, gave her dog treats in between, and then called me up fretting because Tanji wasn't touching her dog food. The combination of being away from that pestilential townhouse, getting good fresh food, and most of all having someone around all day worked wonders.

A year ago, when she'd scratched off all the fur she could reach, she looked like this:

Now she looks like this:

















She now has more fur than she did before she got sick. The ruff of fur around her neck is now so thick that I had to let her collar out a notch, and even so I'm thinking I should buy her a larger collar.

Framing Kansas, the Seven Dwarves, and sundry annoyances

Topographical map from Maps.com

Got a beautiful, artistic topographical map of Oregon, so I wanted to get it framed. The woman had to trim a couple inches off the side, but she apparently had difficulties because she couldn't make the state look 'square.' Apparently she'd prefer to only frame maps of Kansas.

Anyway, people were staring at me like I was a complete nut. Framing a map?
One woman asked if I were a teacher doing this for a project.
"No, I like maps."
"Oh." Blank stare.
I tried again. "I like to know the area where I live. For example, that mountain over there," I waved my hand south. "What's its name?"

From the Yamhill County website

She looked at me with gentle pity. "Mount Hood," she said.

Mount Hood is east of Portland. Has been for years. Plus it's about 10,000 feet taller.

"Um, no. If you go south toward Newberg, you climb over a mountain.* Do you know its name?"
Another blank stare. At her side, the saleslady also frowned, deep in thought. Then they both shrugged and went back to framing the thirteen identical pictures of the woman's toddler.

Maybe it is strange, but knowing the names of places makes me feel that I'm not living in a void. Names give a landscape solidity. That's not quite the right word, but they act like anchors to ground you in the world around you.

Seems strange to me that people could live in a valley, drive around it every day, and not feel part of the place. It's a vague backdrop that fades into insignificance compared to important matters, such as what's on television that night.


Becoming 5 of the 7 Dwarves

At last count, I am Bashful, Sleepy, Dopey, Grumpy, and Wheezy.**
Not Happy, though I did go to see Doc. She said the coughing et al. sounds like asthma, take this, and that, get seven samples of blood drawn and take three more tests at different doctors' office.

I'll say this for her, she's thorough.

One of the tests I have to take is at the office of Dr. Watson, which immediately made me think of how many times this man has had to hear Sherlock Holmes jokes since he got his degree.

It's nice to be able to apply a label to the coughing and shortness of breath, and it's a lot better than some of the possibilities that it could have been, but I'm still miffed. How am I supposed to exercise if I can't breathe good? Hopefully the drugs will help so that I can get out and do things instead of being a couch potato.



*If you drive from Hillsboro to Newberg, you cross over the Chehalem mountains.

**Wikipedia and Walt Disney are in a conspiracy to make people think the 7th dwarf is named 'Sneezy,' but I like my version better. Artistic license.

Decisions, decisions

Tough Choices

Three choices. I can either:

a) Tackle the jungle of weeds in the front yard.

Actually, this looks much nicer than my front yard

b) Sit on the front porch, sip lemonade, and watch the blue angels flying in formation overhead with pink and blue whatsits streaming out of their back ends. (I can almost see my father the ex-pilot shaking his head at my technical terminology.)

I couldn't quite catch them (they move too fast) so this photo is from flickr.

c) Sit indoors and blog about being indecisive.
Should I be indecisive? Or not? I can't tell.

Gotta love the little ones
Two little children, about 4 or 5, across the street taunting each other:
"You're bi-polar!"
"No, you're bi-polar!"
"No, you are!"

I suppose they both could be bi-polar.

Note to self: maybe hold off on introducing myself to their parents.

Resolution of the week
Tomorrow I'm going to use the bicycle instead of the evilSUV. I've found that I can control the effects of the coughing spells with ibuprofen, so it is probably the result of some sort of inflammation issue. (On a coughing day, I start coughing a little bit, then cough some more, then end up coughing quite a lot, until my ribs feel tired and it feels like the area around my lungs is swollen. Yes, maybe I should see the doctor, but it's getting better, so maybe I'll hold off and see if it goes away. I hate trying to describe symptoms that come and go.)

Fireworks, kazoos, and Oregonians

I don't know if I'm going to fit in here.

Case in point: the 4th of July.
In California, it is drummed into you that you light fireworks, even illegal fireworks, on concrete or at least away from as many combustibles as possible.

In Oregon, I watched my neighbors light fireworks that shot up 60 feet (alas, not an exaggeration) ... from their nicely tree covered backyards.


A native tried to explain it to me. "Oh, you know, things happen. But if you set your neighbor's roof on fire, just bring the hose over and tell them you didn't mean to do that."

Oh, well, that's okay then. Good to know these things.

I've got odd neighbors anyway. Not in the same category as some people, but interesting none the less. My neighbors on one side, staunch red state rednecks, told me at great length about the neighbors next to them. Gangbangers, he called them, not once, not twice, about seven times. I kept wanting to quote Inigo from The Princess Bride. "You keep using that word... I do not think it means what you think it means..." But a quick look at the Urban Dictionary assures me that it is indeed a word for gangster. Learned something new.

Also, although this is quite definitely suburbia, one of my neighbors has a rooster in his backyard. That seems really bizarre to me. Probably the zoning laws were drawn up with the same approach as the fireworks. With luck, I will turn into a mellow person by hanging around these people.


And the town is trying to make something of itself. It's trying to become the city with the most Guinness World Records. “Hillsboro currently holds two official Guinness records: In 2006, 1,874 residents donned balloon hats to claim that record. In 2007, 3,459 people put on Groucho Marx glasses.”

If you're in town next weekend, stop by to help make history. They are going to try to set the record for the most number of people gathered in one place at one time... wait for it...
... playing the kazoo.

http://www.oregonlive.com/news/argus/index.ssf?/base/news/1211912403278030.xml&co


On the exercise side, I think that this stupid coughing situation is an allergy. Some days I can exercise (cycled to work twice last week, 10 miles each), and other days I'm so worn out that my To Do list is just breathing.

The good news is that the coughing fits are just an allergic response. The bad news is that one of the main triggers is talking to my co-worker. Kinda screwed there.

After the party...

Photo courtesy of Flickr

I'm too tired to think coherently, but too wired to sleep. Bad combination for a blog post.

Some thoughts that have stumbled through my cluttered brain:

- Since yesterday morning, I have put 300.8 miles on my odometer.
- Cat herding would be simple compared to trying to organize a meeting of more than a dozen people who are intelligent, cheerful, and really quite easily distracted by Bright Shiny Things.
- It's a lot more fun to go with the flow than to try to herd cats.
- I've spent so much time laughing and talking that now my throat is swollen and it hurts to talk.
- It's a lot easier to hold a party in your house when elves come along and do the dishes, hang the pictures, and weed the garden for you.

Truly, everyone should have a party and invite Imaginary Internet Friends to come by. At least, everyone who is lucky enough to have such terrific, kind I.I.F.s who are extremely positive. On a one-by-one basis this group is kind, helpful, and supportive. Put together as a group they are a) impossible to organize and more importantly b) a positive force for good.

I swear everywhere I went, I could tell where the group was by following the sound of laughter. Most stories you hear about the internet deal with creepy men who pretend to be 17 when they're closer to 71, and things of that ilk. You don't hear stories about the kindness you'll find from people you've never 'met' but whom you've come to know over a couple of years.

One thing the CB group is always good for is support when you need it. Like coming home to find a clean house.

Thank you to McB, JenB, GP, Wapak, Lou, CMS, Pam, OH, K.L., Dr. T., CC, Me, the unsinkable Miss Scope, and Cary!

How's my day going? I'm glad you asked

I stole recycled this from an old Cranky Fitness post, because this clip pretty much sums it up:

It's not my fault, she whined...

"If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude. Don't complain." -- Maya Angelou

That's why Maya Angelou is a famous writer and I'm an anonymous tech writer.
It's not my fault, and I am whining.
Sums it up, really.
You don't need to read any further.


Huh. Why does that always make people read further?

I have not exercised for three, count 'em, three days. I've been fighting off this irritating little virus for weeks and it keeps... coming... back. I start coughing and can't stop. Really annoying. On the plus side, it sounds horrible and people are very impressed (as they edge away from me) when I tell them that it's just a mild case of leprosy or malaria. Sounds more impressive than bronchitis.

The only way I've found that helps is not doing anything. It helps with my breathing but doesn't do much for my blood pressure -- look at all the things I have to do! This place is a mess! I need to vacuum, but first I have to clean out all the boxes and of course I need to go through the boxes before I clean them out and oh my I haven't hemmed those curtains yet and I really need to sweep the porch and mow the lawn and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh...

Sorry cough. I think screaming was a mistake wheeze, cough, gasp.

This is a very whiny post, which is why I've ...er, well, postponed it. But I did promise to either exercise or post a reason why, so I'm doing so. I just wish I had someone else to put the blame on. (Can't blame a virus; they have no personality. It's not the same.)

Sometimes it really feels satisfying to be able to blame someone else.

A reel form of exercise

People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing - that’s why we recommend it daily. —Zig Ziglar

It feels like cheating to say I worked in the yard with Scotty rather than working out with Orlando. But it was still exercise.

I was left ... I have to say it... reeling.

30 minutes mowing, 30 minutes weeding.

According to Iowa State:
• Digging and spading in the garden gives a moderate to heavy intensity workout. It involves muscles in the upper body, back,and legs. Women doing this activity burn 150 calories in a 30 minute period, men burn 197.


• Mowing with a push reel mower gives a high intensity workout involving the whole body. Women burn 181 calories in 30 minutes, men burn 236.


• Weeding the flower beds and vegetable garden gives the legs,hips, buttocks, and hamstrings a moderate workout if we stoop while we weed. Women burn 138 calories every 30 minutes, men burn 181.

Is that a futon in your kitchen or are you just glad to see me?

Getting ready for invasion of imaginary Internet friends by putting my non-functional futon in the kitchen until I decide what to do with it. That in itself is a kind of decision, though not a very good idea long-term.

______________________
Spend 20 hot sweaty minutes with Orlando Manuel. The good news is that he does make my heart beat faster every time I'm with him. The bad news is that all he ever does is lay around the house. Hmph.

Summary du Week: Vampire Dogs & Good Genes

The week was a mixture of good, bad, and surprising. I didn't get most of the exercising in that I had planned for, but on the other hand I did get some and I also got a surprising compliment.

Plus, the awful project has wrapped up, so with any luck at all I will be able to get important things done.

Methinks I tend to overestimate how much I can get done in a day. I overestimate my energy reserve and I don't budget enough for the unexpected. I refuse to get discouraged by any discrepancies between my To Do and my To Done lists. This is a learning process. I'm only going to get graded on the final exam. None of the preliminary midterms count, except for how much I learn from them to improve my performance.

One important lesson I need to keep reminding myself of is that you need to Expect the Unexpected. Douglas Adams complained that this phrase was a)glib and b) a contradiction in terms. But it isn't, really. You need to take into account the fact that things aren't always going to go as planned, and factor in some time in your schedule for the unexpected.

No matter how well prepared you are, you always have to budget for something to come out of nowhere ... like a flying vampire dog going for your ear.



more funny fail pictures at FAIL Blog

[Note: the non-photoshopped -- but less dramatic -- version of this photo can be found here.]

Thursday:
Pro: ate my vegetables
Con: two cans of V-8 are vegetables?
Summary: no exercise, but the end of the overtime is in sight

Friday:
Pro: finished the project-from-hell
Con: too tired to do anything useful
Summary: not a positive day, except for one thing*

Saturday:
Pro: got 2 out of the 3 on the To Do list done; skipped the 3rd to tread for 20 minutes
Con: just once I'd like to get everything on the To Do list done. Maybe should shorten list.
Summary: more good than bad

Sunday:
Pro: gardening is good exercise, especially if you bend from the waist to do the weeding. Also squeezed in 20 minutes on the treadmill.
Con: very tiring
Summary: More good than bad. Good way to end the week.

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*The incident on Friday? I had to go to a party, so I picked up a bottle of champagne.
The cashier looked at the bottle, looked at me, and said It.
Woman: "I'd like to see some ID please."
Me: "You're kidding."
Woman: "No." (She was perfectly serious.)
Me: "Oh, I get it. You have to card everyone, right?"
Woman: "No." (She was starting to look a little suspicious.)
Me: "You really want to see my ID?"
Woman: "Yes!"
Me: "I love you!"

I think at this point she was ready to back away and call for the manager, but I couldn't help it. When you've just passed the birthday that marks you as being half-way to 90, it's incredible that someone would think that you could pass for 21. I think it's heredity -- until a few years ago, my mother was often thought to be about 20 years younger than she actually was.

Thank you, Mom.

My positive thought du jour

I did enough whining yesterday to suffice for the week.

Today:
1. Work
2. exerciseSleep

Tomorrow I will start to snap at anyone who suggests I rewrite that @#!$ manual One More Time. I've got people snapping at me to finish up the Very Important Documentation for the Big Kahuna customer, and start the other V.I.D. that's due in a few weeks. No pressure, but get it done and done right.

The positive side of this is that I am becoming very assertive. This surely will allow me to carve out a bit of time for myself to exercise. I did remember to eat lunch today. I ate at my desk while typing, but still I count that as a positive step.

Tomorrow will be better.

Quote du jour:

"If you are going through hell, keep going."
- Winston Churchill

I live for my work? When did THAT happen?

Photo courtesy of flickr

The last few weeks I kept saying, I'll just finish the first draft of this manual and then I'll catch up on my life.

Huh. And the ironic part is, I even believed it.

So today I finished the manual and sent the draft out for review. Usually that means in a couple of weeks someone sends back a sentence or two of comment. Bah. This project, I had three separate managers call me in for meetings. (Separately, naturally. God forbid they should work together on this project.) But after all the work I'd put in, I figured leaving half an hour early wouldn't hurt. (That's not as sybaritic as it might sound. If you've been working copious amounts of unpaid overtime, a little flexibility is understood.)

But no. Right before I was about to leave, I got an email from another manager on another project, demanding documentation on a project that hadn't even been tested yet. Which meant that I had to present as 'fact' information that was in reality something that could most accurately be described as 'in theory.'

Mind you, the manager in question left work early (right after sending the email) so I couldn't (metaphorically) slap him upside the head and ask what on earth he was thinking.

I want to get back to a regular routine of exercise and eating them damn green leafy things. I just don't want to go on unemployment to do it. Methinks this is one of those 'Mary, Get Assertive' moments that I keep being sent. Argh.

That's all, I just wanted to whine. Don't mind me. Back to your regularly scheduled... er... schedules.

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No exercise today.
For that matter, no lunch and a slice of pizza for dinner.
Work is going to get better. It will, it will, it will.

Exercise, die, or post the reason why

I vowed that I would either exercise, die, or post the reason why.

(Okay, so I didn't really say "die" but I threw that in because it made the sentence more exciting. Drama, that's what the ratings need.)

Yesterday I did not exercise, so here's the why.

Inner Critic: Why didn't you exercise?

Me: Um... it was raining?

Inner Critic: And you have a treadmill indoors.

Me: And there wasn't any room to unfold the treadmill.

Inner Critic: Oh come on...

Me: No, really. See?

Inner Critic: Hmph. So fix it! Get your act couch together!


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Today, I have good news, bad news, and ugly news.

Good: I've assembled the couch. Now I have room to set up the treadmill.


Bad: It took me hours to put the couch together, mostly because I felt so rotten I kept having to take a break to lie down.

Ugly: I just found a leftover screw. Where was that supposed to go?




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1/2 hour pulling weeds
1/2 hour mowing the lawn (push reel mower)
10 minutes on the treadmill

Living in the shadow of 'almost'

I spend my time almost ready to do something: lose weight, organize the house, start inviting people over, get back into long-distance cycling.

It's amazing how long I've been able to swallow the wishful-thinking pills. I always think if I just do a little-bit-more, then I can really start living.

It's easy to forget that living is what I'm doing right now. The only difference is that this is not the way I want to live.

So I've started inviting people over. Boxes? Oh, those are decorating choices. Yes, leaving boxes scattered around your living room is the latest look. Everyone does it, didn't you know? Martha's going to mention it in her magazine any month now.

Of course, since my futon/couch let me down – literally – I’m not so keen on inviting people over until I get a Proper Couch. Or sofa. Or davenport. Whatever. I'm working on that this weekend.

Wait a minute, you say. Isn't this supposed to be an exercise & weight loss blog? Yes, actually, it is. I created this blog because accountability is one of the most important ways to lose weight successfully. However, since I can't separate exercise & weight loss from the rest of my life, I've decided to tweak this blog.

Henceforth, I will either
a) post stats about working out and eating those damn green leafy things
or
b) post the reason excuse why I failed to meet the goal for the day.

Even if this turns out to be a Thomas Edison sort of blog*, I can learn from my failures. Or celebrate my successes. Methinks posting progress or regress will help.

*I have not failed 10,000 times. I have found 10,000 ways that did not work.