I just got home from work about 30 minutes ago, and please note it's 12:30 A.M.!
Worst work day ever! My project is in status red. Red is bad.
It started with getting called as I'm driving 75 mph to work, Las Vegas begging for help with a computer that refuses to load our software. Flight delays because it won't work (flight delays - very bad). I don't know what to tell them but we get it figured out later.
The absolute worst part of my day, I got sucked into making code changes for a production bug that went out Monday. It was a very high visibility project. Not project, but one where the directors and vps are chomping at the bit that it goes out perfectly. So everyone is breathing down my neck...are you done yet? Is it fixed yet? Can we start testing now? No. No. And NO!
The testers were going to stay all night until I had a version to test. I finally told them to get out of there, it wouldn't be ready until in the morning.
The person that wrote the code was off work today and couldn't be reached (home and cell, no answer). Even better than that is that someone else made a bug fix yesterday and then left for Las Vegas this morning (work stuff). That bug fix seemed to have introduced three new bugs (all MAJOR, of course).
I was at work until after 11:30 p.m. fixing bugs in other people's code I hadn't touched until today. I haven't even written a line of code for at least six months. When I got home I remembered some scenarios I didn't test so I got on my work computer to test some more. Thank God it all seems to work.
The only good part of the day was that I don't think I thought of food once (and yes, I'm hungry!).
I had a really great workout this morning. I rocked it. I can honestly say I love working out. Some days it's a little difficult, but most days I truly enjoy it. It's been almost seventeen months since I started working out 5-7 days a week (currently I average six days with one day off). Love it! I'll be there again in a few hours at 5 a.m.
I was asked out on a date at the gym this morning. I said no thank you, and I told him I'm married. Awkward. He's 38 (I'm almost 54). Silly boy. Then he said maybe we could just be friends. Friends at the gym, no where else (but stop talking to me please!).
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
No iPod, no workout?
Nada. You know me better than that. When I realized I'd left my iPod at work I almost started to cry. I can't workout without my music. I've tried it before and it was a disaster. I own three iPods but the two I have at home had dead batteries (note to self, keep an extra iPod loaded with current music and charged).
What to do? No music, no way was I going to the gym. Then I decided...bike ride! I've never ridden my bike at 5:30am. It was the best bike ride I've ever done. I added some miles to the end to make it an even 12 miles. Lots of hills, and it took an hour.
I saw a gazillion bunnies, baby bunnies, big bunnies, white-tailed bunnies, brown-tailed bunnies, bunnies chasing each other. Maybe not a gazillion, but I stopped counting at 19. It must be the year of the rabbit because they were everywhere.
I also saw a lady race walking, then about a fourth mile after her was an overweight dog, dragging a leash, going as fast as he could walk, he looked like he was racewalking. He walked right by me so I guess the race walker was his owner, although she was no where in sight as he passed me. Kind of strange.
Then I saw a guy pushing a wheelbarrow with two big boxes strapped together. He could barely see over the boxes. Also weird. The trail doesn't run along a road, it's through the woods and to the mall. I guess that's where he was going with those boxes at 5:30am.
I saw new graffiti on the fence that runs behind the fancy house neighborhood. I bet that really ticks off the people that live there. You can see where they keep painting over it and the graffiti keeps reappearing.
The weird thing about no music while riding my bike was all the sounds I noticed. The birds singing, the wind whipping by my ears, the sprinklers in the park (that are aimed at the sidewalk and not the grass!), the talking crosswalk. I had no idea it talked to me, saying, "Hello! Press the red button to cross the road.", and the squeak in my bike tire as it rotates.
I also looked around a lot more and really took in my surroundings. I guess I get so into my music that I've been missing a lot of stuff. It was kind of cool to just take it all in.
It was also cloudy and colder than a witch's tit this morning. My dad would say that when I was a kid, and my mom would say "Clifford!". We lived near Fairbanks, Alaska so he said that a lot. I forgot about that until this morning.
Breakfast this morning was a green monster shake. I'm not sure I like these. I know it's healthy, but I prefer my muffin/egg/Canadian bacon/cheese sandwich for 6 Points. This was my green monster:
1 cup frozen raspberries - 1
1 medium banana - 2
2 cups spinach - 0
1 WW smoothie mix - 1
2 scoops goat whey - 3
2 cups water
Total of 7 Points. The spinach alone has 110% RDA of vitamin A and 40% vitamin C. The goat whey has 30 grams of digestible protein. The smoothie mix was a dairy. So it's healthy and tastes okay, it just doesn't taste like real food. I prefer to chew my food rather than drink it.
That's all folks, a rambling post with no point. Such is my life.
What to do? No music, no way was I going to the gym. Then I decided...bike ride! I've never ridden my bike at 5:30am. It was the best bike ride I've ever done. I added some miles to the end to make it an even 12 miles. Lots of hills, and it took an hour.
I saw a gazillion bunnies, baby bunnies, big bunnies, white-tailed bunnies, brown-tailed bunnies, bunnies chasing each other. Maybe not a gazillion, but I stopped counting at 19. It must be the year of the rabbit because they were everywhere.
I also saw a lady race walking, then about a fourth mile after her was an overweight dog, dragging a leash, going as fast as he could walk, he looked like he was racewalking. He walked right by me so I guess the race walker was his owner, although she was no where in sight as he passed me. Kind of strange.
Then I saw a guy pushing a wheelbarrow with two big boxes strapped together. He could barely see over the boxes. Also weird. The trail doesn't run along a road, it's through the woods and to the mall. I guess that's where he was going with those boxes at 5:30am.
I saw new graffiti on the fence that runs behind the fancy house neighborhood. I bet that really ticks off the people that live there. You can see where they keep painting over it and the graffiti keeps reappearing.
The weird thing about no music while riding my bike was all the sounds I noticed. The birds singing, the wind whipping by my ears, the sprinklers in the park (that are aimed at the sidewalk and not the grass!), the talking crosswalk. I had no idea it talked to me, saying, "Hello! Press the red button to cross the road.", and the squeak in my bike tire as it rotates.
I also looked around a lot more and really took in my surroundings. I guess I get so into my music that I've been missing a lot of stuff. It was kind of cool to just take it all in.
It was also cloudy and colder than a witch's tit this morning. My dad would say that when I was a kid, and my mom would say "Clifford!". We lived near Fairbanks, Alaska so he said that a lot. I forgot about that until this morning.
Breakfast this morning was a green monster shake. I'm not sure I like these. I know it's healthy, but I prefer my muffin/egg/Canadian bacon/cheese sandwich for 6 Points. This was my green monster:
1 cup frozen raspberries - 1
1 medium banana - 2
2 cups spinach - 0
1 WW smoothie mix - 1
2 scoops goat whey - 3
2 cups water
Total of 7 Points. The spinach alone has 110% RDA of vitamin A and 40% vitamin C. The goat whey has 30 grams of digestible protein. The smoothie mix was a dairy. So it's healthy and tastes okay, it just doesn't taste like real food. I prefer to chew my food rather than drink it.
That's all folks, a rambling post with no point. Such is my life.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Bad weekend eating made for a difficult workout
If I ever thought what I ate didn't affect my workout, I was proven wrong this morning.
I was at the gym by 5:40am. It was a struggle getting out of bed. I was groggy, tired, grumpy, and even gave a passing thought to just staying in bed. I somehow managed to get up, get dressed and out the door. I've been doing this consistently for many months so I'm pretty much on auto-pilot in the mornings.
Once at the gym, I climbed onto the StairMaster stair climbing system and thought 'I don't want to do this'. It was hard. REALLY hard. Harder than it's ever been for me. I always start at level 6 and increase a level every five minutes for thirty minutes until I'm at level 10 for the last five minutes. I thought I was going to die this morning. I had a pain in my side and my heart felt like it was going to burst right out of my chest. It was the most difficult workout I've had in months, maybe even years (I've been doing this for 17 months).
I did my upper body workout, adding in a new exercise I found on a blog, and I can't remember which blog. I read so many that I forgot to mark it, but if you read this, thank you! It's a great website for strength training. The exercise is the Dumbbell Arnold Press. It's a variation of the dumbbell military press that I've been doing in my upper body workouts.
I did seven upper body exercises, three sets each, increasing weight and decreasing reps for each exercise (most of them I start at 15 reps, then 12, then 8 on the heaviest weight). It took 45 minutes, and it was pure and absolute TORTURE!
I got through it and I'm glad I did, but it was extremely difficult. Was the fun of eating whatever I wanted over the weekend worth the pain of my workout this morning? That's an emphatic NO! It was totally not worth it at all.
I'm back full force this morning. Healthy eating, staying within my Points limit, absolutely no alcohol - ever! Water, tons and tons of water today to get these toxins out of my body. I'm feeling strong, like I can this.
Every day we get to have a do-ever. Screwed up it the last two days? Do it right today. That's where I am right now. Thank goodness I'm back.
I was at the gym by 5:40am. It was a struggle getting out of bed. I was groggy, tired, grumpy, and even gave a passing thought to just staying in bed. I somehow managed to get up, get dressed and out the door. I've been doing this consistently for many months so I'm pretty much on auto-pilot in the mornings.
Once at the gym, I climbed onto the StairMaster stair climbing system and thought 'I don't want to do this'. It was hard. REALLY hard. Harder than it's ever been for me. I always start at level 6 and increase a level every five minutes for thirty minutes until I'm at level 10 for the last five minutes. I thought I was going to die this morning. I had a pain in my side and my heart felt like it was going to burst right out of my chest. It was the most difficult workout I've had in months, maybe even years (I've been doing this for 17 months).
I did my upper body workout, adding in a new exercise I found on a blog, and I can't remember which blog. I read so many that I forgot to mark it, but if you read this, thank you! It's a great website for strength training. The exercise is the Dumbbell Arnold Press. It's a variation of the dumbbell military press that I've been doing in my upper body workouts.
I did seven upper body exercises, three sets each, increasing weight and decreasing reps for each exercise (most of them I start at 15 reps, then 12, then 8 on the heaviest weight). It took 45 minutes, and it was pure and absolute TORTURE!
I got through it and I'm glad I did, but it was extremely difficult. Was the fun of eating whatever I wanted over the weekend worth the pain of my workout this morning? That's an emphatic NO! It was totally not worth it at all.
I'm back full force this morning. Healthy eating, staying within my Points limit, absolutely no alcohol - ever! Water, tons and tons of water today to get these toxins out of my body. I'm feeling strong, like I can this.
Every day we get to have a do-ever. Screwed up it the last two days? Do it right today. That's where I am right now. Thank goodness I'm back.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
One became two, two became....
Yesterday I had the holiday as an excuse for my out of control eating. Today I screwed up again.
It didn't help that I bickered with my husband on and off all morning which made our date this afternoon a little stressful. It's hard to be happy with each after arguing over such minutia like the garbage. Or me almost burning down the house with my cooking (he didn't see the humor). It was a lousy day, which I used as an excuse to eat.
I didn't eat anything fun like steak or potato salad or frosting, just too much of the healthy stuff. Too much skinless, baked chicken breasts, too many cherries, too much sugar-free mint chocolate chip ice cream. Too much food. The only good thing is it's 10pm, and I'm not at all hungry.
From past experience I know how this works. First it's just one day, then two, then before I know it, it's been a month and I've gained 10-15 pounds, then six months later and I've gained 60 pounds. I've been down this road before.
My plan for tomorrow is to hit the gym first thing in the morning. Then count my Points and drink lots of water. Two days will NOT become three days.
It didn't help that I bickered with my husband on and off all morning which made our date this afternoon a little stressful. It's hard to be happy with each after arguing over such minutia like the garbage. Or me almost burning down the house with my cooking (he didn't see the humor). It was a lousy day, which I used as an excuse to eat.
I didn't eat anything fun like steak or potato salad or frosting, just too much of the healthy stuff. Too much skinless, baked chicken breasts, too many cherries, too much sugar-free mint chocolate chip ice cream. Too much food. The only good thing is it's 10pm, and I'm not at all hungry.
From past experience I know how this works. First it's just one day, then two, then before I know it, it's been a month and I've gained 10-15 pounds, then six months later and I've gained 60 pounds. I've been down this road before.
My plan for tomorrow is to hit the gym first thing in the morning. Then count my Points and drink lots of water. Two days will NOT become three days.
Me + wine = trouble
Regret is an appalling waste of energy; you can't build on it; it is good only for wallowing in."
~Katherine Mansfield
There's not a whole lot to say after the title of my post. I ate my heart out yesterday. It started with a couple glasses of wine, which always makes me not care about my eating. I know better than to drink and eat.
Then it was barbecued T-bone steak AND chicken with the skin. Chicken skin, how I love thee. Potato salad, I forgot how good white potatoes with real mayo tastes. Like a little bit of heaven. It was a true pigfest.
This was after I biked to the gym, did the StairMaster for 25 minutes and an insane lower body workout for 45 minutes, then biked home, for 640 calories burned. Even with all the exercise, my debacle afterwards put me way over on Points. After the third glass of wine, I stopped counting and truly didn't care anymore.
It's a new day, and I don't regret yesterday one bit. I ate too much and drank too much, but I had fun, and now it's back to eating well and exercising. Life goes on.
~Katherine Mansfield
There's not a whole lot to say after the title of my post. I ate my heart out yesterday. It started with a couple glasses of wine, which always makes me not care about my eating. I know better than to drink and eat.
Then it was barbecued T-bone steak AND chicken with the skin. Chicken skin, how I love thee. Potato salad, I forgot how good white potatoes with real mayo tastes. Like a little bit of heaven. It was a true pigfest.
This was after I biked to the gym, did the StairMaster for 25 minutes and an insane lower body workout for 45 minutes, then biked home, for 640 calories burned. Even with all the exercise, my debacle afterwards put me way over on Points. After the third glass of wine, I stopped counting and truly didn't care anymore.
It's a new day, and I don't regret yesterday one bit. I ate too much and drank too much, but I had fun, and now it's back to eating well and exercising. Life goes on.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Post-frosting report
Your comments on my frosting confession were so sweet (ha! pun intended). Seriously, you make me feel like I'm not such a freak for some of the stupid stuff I do.
I've put the frosting incident behind me, probably literally behind me as I'm sure it's planted itself on my big fat butt. I threw the other half of the can away when I saw the expiration date. It really didn't taste very good anyway. It was a sweet, chemical bitter taste, that's the only way I can describe it. Maybe it was the expiration date, maybe that's just the way it tastes. Regardless, it's gone.
I know I'll never be "cured" of this obesity disease. Sometimes I feel so strong, like I've conquered it. Then I have moments, sometimes hours or days or weeks (even months and years) where it consumes me. All I can think about is getting my next fix. If I succumb, like I did with the frosting, then I'm filled with remorse. I know this is a disease of some kind, maybe a disease of the mind or the body, I'm not sure. What I am sure of is that it's a sickness that's hell to be cursed with, and I will be fighting it every day of my life.
Putting all that aside, back to my 15 pounds in 15 weeks. I'm working on my plan to get there. It's four parts, Food, Exercise, Weight Watchers (living it for real), and the last part, not really about losing the weight, but it's called "stepping outside of myself". More on the plan later. I'm actually excited about it.
Busy day today, the refrigerator man is coming this morning. We've been using the garage refrigerator for two weeks, very annoying.
I've been given the task of getting emisisons testing on his truck. First time in our almost 21 years of marriage he's trusting me with this task. I know, silly, but he thinks it's a man thing to have an emissions test done. Anything car-related is his "job". Since two "man-jobs" need to be done today, he chose staying home to "make sure the repairman does the job right". So I get to take his truck in for an emissions test.
I also "get" to take my car in for an oil change. Something I've only done once in 21 years. It's not that I mind doing this stuff, it's just that my husband has always done it.
I feel like a big girl today, in the good sense of that term. I get to do car stuff .
Happy almost 4th!
I've put the frosting incident behind me, probably literally behind me as I'm sure it's planted itself on my big fat butt. I threw the other half of the can away when I saw the expiration date. It really didn't taste very good anyway. It was a sweet, chemical bitter taste, that's the only way I can describe it. Maybe it was the expiration date, maybe that's just the way it tastes. Regardless, it's gone.
I know I'll never be "cured" of this obesity disease. Sometimes I feel so strong, like I've conquered it. Then I have moments, sometimes hours or days or weeks (even months and years) where it consumes me. All I can think about is getting my next fix. If I succumb, like I did with the frosting, then I'm filled with remorse. I know this is a disease of some kind, maybe a disease of the mind or the body, I'm not sure. What I am sure of is that it's a sickness that's hell to be cursed with, and I will be fighting it every day of my life.
Putting all that aside, back to my 15 pounds in 15 weeks. I'm working on my plan to get there. It's four parts, Food, Exercise, Weight Watchers (living it for real), and the last part, not really about losing the weight, but it's called "stepping outside of myself". More on the plan later. I'm actually excited about it.
Busy day today, the refrigerator man is coming this morning. We've been using the garage refrigerator for two weeks, very annoying.
I've been given the task of getting emisisons testing on his truck. First time in our almost 21 years of marriage he's trusting me with this task. I know, silly, but he thinks it's a man thing to have an emissions test done. Anything car-related is his "job". Since two "man-jobs" need to be done today, he chose staying home to "make sure the repairman does the job right". So I get to take his truck in for an emissions test.
I also "get" to take my car in for an oil change. Something I've only done once in 21 years. It's not that I mind doing this stuff, it's just that my husband has always done it.
I feel like a big girl today, in the good sense of that term. I get to do car stuff .
Happy almost 4th!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
A confession
This is what I discovered in my pantry late last night:
I ate half of it, with a spoon, standing alone in the kitchen at 11:30pm. It tasted funny, kind of like chemicals. I didn't remember buying it. I looked for an expiration date. August 2008. Gross!
I guess I'm not cured after all, not if I can still do stuff like this.
So much for losing a pound a week. I'll probably gain a pound this week...if I don't die from eating rancid frosting.
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