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llcoolvadAnother weekend. I'm saving my makeup holiday for my Cape trip in a couple weeks, so I only had a two-day weekend unlike most of the rest of you. It was fine. Did a lot of choresy things, watched Eurovision live (including all the voting) at work with my coworkers (hilarious), watched some baseball, visited with my pals Stephen and Val on Sunday, hung out with P and finished up "Revenge" on Saturday, kinda the usual.
Today I dumped off ANOTHER huge bag of clothes (how is this even possible? I have gotten rid of SO MUCH STUFF I don't know how there's always more) at the charity bin, along with an equally huge bag of shoes (dunno why they'd want shoes, but it says CLOTHES and SHOES on the bin so hey, enjoy the Crocs!). And then, idiotically, I filled up all that empty space in my closet. Mom put the idea in my head, mentioning that one clothing store was having a sale on tops. I went to get some lunch at my favorite deli and noticed that another store was closing and having a liquidation sale, so I went to both and basically I ended up coming home with about 10 tops, a few pairs of shorts, some workout clothes, and some underwear, and spent relatively little to get it all. I think now, with the exception of the perfect pair of black jeans (elusive, damn it) I am mostly done with clothes buying for a goodly amount of time—at least until it gets really cold again, or until I drop another two sizes. It's tempting, now that I can buy clothes at all the discount places like TJ Maxx and Marshalls and all the cheap places like KMart, to just buy ALL THE CLOTHES. Because I've not had the ability to do that in several decades. So I am trying to behave. I am still transitioning, so there's no point spending money on my intermediate size, right? But it's very tempting because I like getting compliments, and apparently I am a girl who enjoys wearing cute clothes. Oy.
Speaking of transitioning, I managed to lose two pounds since my whine about losing nothing really, so that's good. Had an excellent week, food-wise. Been able to avoid more carbs lately without missing them. One trick has been very helpful: have re-added cheddar cheese, pre-cut to make it easier to judge calories, to my snack arsenal. I have a handful of grapes or an apple and the cheese and I'm pretty satisfied. Here's hoping that continues. Today I even skipped a side with my sandwich at the deli. Go me! I consider myself just about at the halfway point for what I'd like to lose, now. Another 80 or so pounds and I'll be happy. (Hell, I'm happy now, but might as well keep going!)
Also did a bunch more walking. Took off Friday and Saturday (Friday I was sore, and Saturday I was busy with work and social stuff), but pretty much every other day I've been walking for at least 45 minutes (mostly a full hour). Plan to keep that up until my legs fall off. Which some days feels imminent. Why did I wait until I was old and feeble to attempt to get healthy? I can't even SLEEP without causing myself pain. My hips, my knees, my back, my right shoulder, my right hand index finger's knuckle, all of it hurts pretty much allatime, and I'm annoyed by it. Ibuprofen is my bestie. Stupid old body.
Held the first of three training sessions on Saturday, with the next two Tue and Wed. Got some good feedback, am modifying the training a bit to include it. Hard to cover a huge topic in 1.5 hours and know what to leave in and what to omit, but I'm working on it.
And I think that's everything.
Today I dumped off ANOTHER huge bag of clothes (how is this even possible? I have gotten rid of SO MUCH STUFF I don't know how there's always more) at the charity bin, along with an equally huge bag of shoes (dunno why they'd want shoes, but it says CLOTHES and SHOES on the bin so hey, enjoy the Crocs!). And then, idiotically, I filled up all that empty space in my closet. Mom put the idea in my head, mentioning that one clothing store was having a sale on tops. I went to get some lunch at my favorite deli and noticed that another store was closing and having a liquidation sale, so I went to both and basically I ended up coming home with about 10 tops, a few pairs of shorts, some workout clothes, and some underwear, and spent relatively little to get it all. I think now, with the exception of the perfect pair of black jeans (elusive, damn it) I am mostly done with clothes buying for a goodly amount of time—at least until it gets really cold again, or until I drop another two sizes. It's tempting, now that I can buy clothes at all the discount places like TJ Maxx and Marshalls and all the cheap places like KMart, to just buy ALL THE CLOTHES. Because I've not had the ability to do that in several decades. So I am trying to behave. I am still transitioning, so there's no point spending money on my intermediate size, right? But it's very tempting because I like getting compliments, and apparently I am a girl who enjoys wearing cute clothes. Oy.
Speaking of transitioning, I managed to lose two pounds since my whine about losing nothing really, so that's good. Had an excellent week, food-wise. Been able to avoid more carbs lately without missing them. One trick has been very helpful: have re-added cheddar cheese, pre-cut to make it easier to judge calories, to my snack arsenal. I have a handful of grapes or an apple and the cheese and I'm pretty satisfied. Here's hoping that continues. Today I even skipped a side with my sandwich at the deli. Go me! I consider myself just about at the halfway point for what I'd like to lose, now. Another 80 or so pounds and I'll be happy. (Hell, I'm happy now, but might as well keep going!)
Also did a bunch more walking. Took off Friday and Saturday (Friday I was sore, and Saturday I was busy with work and social stuff), but pretty much every other day I've been walking for at least 45 minutes (mostly a full hour). Plan to keep that up until my legs fall off. Which some days feels imminent. Why did I wait until I was old and feeble to attempt to get healthy? I can't even SLEEP without causing myself pain. My hips, my knees, my back, my right shoulder, my right hand index finger's knuckle, all of it hurts pretty much allatime, and I'm annoyed by it. Ibuprofen is my bestie. Stupid old body.
Held the first of three training sessions on Saturday, with the next two Tue and Wed. Got some good feedback, am modifying the training a bit to include it. Hard to cover a huge topic in 1.5 hours and know what to leave in and what to omit, but I'm working on it.
And I think that's everything.
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Date: 2012-06-03 08:43 pm (UTC)But I'm very sorry to hear that so many things are hurting. Always. Any chance of these things getting better with healing or treatments or as you get more fit or something? I mean are some of these aches that should go away over time, or sprains/bruises that will heal, or weird stuff that physical therapy can fix? Because I'm planning for both of us to get a LOT older.
Meanwhile, I also love ibuprofen. It's the one thing that's always on my list of things I'd want if I were stranded on a desert island or if I were traveling back in time to the Middle Ages or I were an anthropologist studying primitive tribes, etc. I also have become wise enough to have a small container of it in my purse at all times. I use it mostly for headaches, though.
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Date: 2012-06-05 05:24 am (UTC)Knees will probably never get better—combination of arthritis and injury. Back? I wish I knew. I hurt it a few years back when I was moving, did a lot of physical therapy, and still it hurts sometimes. I'd guess that one's probably mine forever. But maybe as I get lighter it will get happier with me? Shoulder is probably work related. I mouse a lot. I am as ergonomically correct as I can be, but that one might be mine until I find another line of work.
Most of the time I don't think about any of it much. It fades into a dull roar in the background. The hips can really get to me sometimes, because when they flare up there's really no position that they DON'T hurt in (especially lying down). Right this minute as I type this they feel fine, so tonight should be ok sleep-wise.
I always rolled my eyes at people who'd say stuff like "getting old isn't for the weak"—and now I catch myself thinking it! Ugh.
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Date: 2012-06-06 04:44 am (UTC)Growing old not being for the weak--scary. I remember how much I hated it the time that I realized I had become too chicken to do a flip (I can still do cartwheels and, if it's against a wall, handstands). Doing crappy flips (I could only land in a squat) is such an unimportant skill, yet I still mourned its loss. It's hard to imagine what actual important losses will feel like.