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This weekend was pretty good. Thursday night I had dinner with Jenn — we have taken to hanging out at The Cheesecake Factory because they have a new 590 cal or less menu (horrifyingly named "Skinnylicious"), which is pretty good, if totally ironic and unlikely. It's also next to my work, so by the time Jenn gets to me I've gotten out of work and can meet her right away. Friday night P and I had dinner at our local Mexican place, and then headed out to see "Brave" (which I thought was really good). Saturday I worked all day, did my walk at lunchtime, then there was a power outage in Melrose and Wakefield due to severe thunderstorms, so P and I had steaks in Reading (oddly untouched by the power issues), then ended up looking for battery-powered laterns. Of course by the time we got home the power was back. Which was good. THE INTERNET WAS BACK!
(The idea that we'd be inconvenienced by losing the internet for a three hour power outage is pretty hilarious, when you consider that we both have iPhones)
Sunday my right arm was killing me. It's been hurting off and on for several weeks. No idea what could have caused it, as I don't think I hit it on anything or sprained it somehow. The little soft cleft in between thumb and pointer along the back of the hand felt like it was massively bruised or something. It seemed to travel up my arm, along the muscle or tendon or whatever that is, so evenutally it occured to me that it might be either arthritis or carpal tunnel related (it could be the driving I did. Two weekends in a row I did long drives. Vibration can really flare up CT, plus I drive a stick). I found my wrist brace and wore it for the rest of the day, taking it off to ice down my arm and hand occasionally, and for the past two nights I've slept with it on (that ALWAYS helps. Carpal tunnel sufferers, note: you do a lot of damage to yourself when you sleep. Wear a brace overnight even if you don't wear it any other time). Today my arm is much better. I'll probably mess it up again this weekend when I go out to help Suzanne move some stuff, but that can't be helped. I'll keep wearing the brace every night, anyway. That should help some.
So I spent Sunday sorta whiny, since it was really throbbing up a storm, and didn't get much done. I did my walk and I fixed up my desktop and reinstalled the KVM switch so I can use it again. Shopped for audio books. Watched tv. I think that's it.
Monday I felt better, but it was POURING. I didn't feel like getting drenched doing my normal stuff, so I moped around in the morning doing fuck all. When it cleared, later, I did a really light grocery shopping, then decided to hit Trader Joe's for some prepared foods. I need some variety, yo. Picked up a couple of yummy looking things, and treated myself to a snack that I cannot keep in the house EVER AGAIN. Dark chocolate-covered almonds with sea salt and sugar. Oh, dear god, so good it's ridiculous. Trader Joe's always has ridiculously delicious snacks. I ate the whole container in just two days. That's six+ servings. Sigh. So: lesson learned. Can't keep that in the house! And right now I have a HUGE sugar buzz. I don't eat like that often anymore, so sugar really hits me now. Pretty funny. My teeth feel like they have little jackets on, too. I think I need an intervention.
The rest of the day was more Comcast arguing, doing some work on a training presentation for a session I held this morning, laundry, pots and pans, my walk. In the morning I got an email from LoseIt, telling me I had a new badge. It's the Die Hard badge, which you get when you've logged every day for 52 weeks. That's right, I'm an obsessive freak. I have a record of just about everything I've put into my body for the last year. A WHOLE YEAR.
There's nothing much on tv right now (summer) so I was flipping channels tonight. My local Redbox didn't have the one movie I'd consider watching and Mom was watching Netflix, so I was just idly surfing, and there was Extreme Makeover: Weight Loss Edition. Girl on it started at 355 pounds, and in one year lost 207 pounds. 207! I've managed about 83 in that same year. And yeah, that's great! But sometimes I think that everyone expects 207 pounds in a year, you know? These shows, they create expectations. We always want MORE, FASTER! So people notice that I'm changing, but in my head I think that they expect my loss to be super dramatic, like I'll be standing in front of them and weight will literally fall off me onto the ground. I KNOW it's just in my head. But there you go. When I told my mother about my 52 week thing she said "Oh, I didn't realize it had taken you that long to lose the weight...I lost 70 pounds in six months once..."
SIGH. I note: my mother is crazy and doesn't really get how she sounds, sometimes. I snapped back "and you gained it all back, didn't you?! I'm not going to gain it back, ever." Bravado, she is mine.
AND THEN after I took my walk on Monday I got an email from RunKeeper telling me I'd hit a new milestone, that I'd logged more miles this month than I had any month before. So two little happy things in one day. Thanks, iphone apps! They've got my back.
One last happy thing: I've been very melancholy lately, listening to the last gasps of WFNX. They stop broadcasting July 21 at midnight; every time I turn on my radio I get a little pang, thinking how the heck am I going to hear about new music, local shows, yadda yadda. But on Monday they announced that Boston.com will be hosting the new online version of WFNX, and that they'd hired basically all the DJs that FNX just fired, and the program director, and even some of the sales people. So YAY! Reprieve from sad. People who know music will still be curating my listening environment for me. Happy!
Ok, that's enough for now.
(The idea that we'd be inconvenienced by losing the internet for a three hour power outage is pretty hilarious, when you consider that we both have iPhones)
Sunday my right arm was killing me. It's been hurting off and on for several weeks. No idea what could have caused it, as I don't think I hit it on anything or sprained it somehow. The little soft cleft in between thumb and pointer along the back of the hand felt like it was massively bruised or something. It seemed to travel up my arm, along the muscle or tendon or whatever that is, so evenutally it occured to me that it might be either arthritis or carpal tunnel related (it could be the driving I did. Two weekends in a row I did long drives. Vibration can really flare up CT, plus I drive a stick). I found my wrist brace and wore it for the rest of the day, taking it off to ice down my arm and hand occasionally, and for the past two nights I've slept with it on (that ALWAYS helps. Carpal tunnel sufferers, note: you do a lot of damage to yourself when you sleep. Wear a brace overnight even if you don't wear it any other time). Today my arm is much better. I'll probably mess it up again this weekend when I go out to help Suzanne move some stuff, but that can't be helped. I'll keep wearing the brace every night, anyway. That should help some.
So I spent Sunday sorta whiny, since it was really throbbing up a storm, and didn't get much done. I did my walk and I fixed up my desktop and reinstalled the KVM switch so I can use it again. Shopped for audio books. Watched tv. I think that's it.
Monday I felt better, but it was POURING. I didn't feel like getting drenched doing my normal stuff, so I moped around in the morning doing fuck all. When it cleared, later, I did a really light grocery shopping, then decided to hit Trader Joe's for some prepared foods. I need some variety, yo. Picked up a couple of yummy looking things, and treated myself to a snack that I cannot keep in the house EVER AGAIN. Dark chocolate-covered almonds with sea salt and sugar. Oh, dear god, so good it's ridiculous. Trader Joe's always has ridiculously delicious snacks. I ate the whole container in just two days. That's six+ servings. Sigh. So: lesson learned. Can't keep that in the house! And right now I have a HUGE sugar buzz. I don't eat like that often anymore, so sugar really hits me now. Pretty funny. My teeth feel like they have little jackets on, too. I think I need an intervention.
The rest of the day was more Comcast arguing, doing some work on a training presentation for a session I held this morning, laundry, pots and pans, my walk. In the morning I got an email from LoseIt, telling me I had a new badge. It's the Die Hard badge, which you get when you've logged every day for 52 weeks. That's right, I'm an obsessive freak. I have a record of just about everything I've put into my body for the last year. A WHOLE YEAR.
There's nothing much on tv right now (summer) so I was flipping channels tonight. My local Redbox didn't have the one movie I'd consider watching and Mom was watching Netflix, so I was just idly surfing, and there was Extreme Makeover: Weight Loss Edition. Girl on it started at 355 pounds, and in one year lost 207 pounds. 207! I've managed about 83 in that same year. And yeah, that's great! But sometimes I think that everyone expects 207 pounds in a year, you know? These shows, they create expectations. We always want MORE, FASTER! So people notice that I'm changing, but in my head I think that they expect my loss to be super dramatic, like I'll be standing in front of them and weight will literally fall off me onto the ground. I KNOW it's just in my head. But there you go. When I told my mother about my 52 week thing she said "Oh, I didn't realize it had taken you that long to lose the weight...I lost 70 pounds in six months once..."
SIGH. I note: my mother is crazy and doesn't really get how she sounds, sometimes. I snapped back "and you gained it all back, didn't you?! I'm not going to gain it back, ever." Bravado, she is mine.
AND THEN after I took my walk on Monday I got an email from RunKeeper telling me I'd hit a new milestone, that I'd logged more miles this month than I had any month before. So two little happy things in one day. Thanks, iphone apps! They've got my back.
One last happy thing: I've been very melancholy lately, listening to the last gasps of WFNX. They stop broadcasting July 21 at midnight; every time I turn on my radio I get a little pang, thinking how the heck am I going to hear about new music, local shows, yadda yadda. But on Monday they announced that Boston.com will be hosting the new online version of WFNX, and that they'd hired basically all the DJs that FNX just fired, and the program director, and even some of the sales people. So YAY! Reprieve from sad. People who know music will still be curating my listening environment for me. Happy!
Ok, that's enough for now.
