1. I am signed up for my first official 5k. Never mind that it's at a local school and my 10 year old niece is going to do it with me. What? She can run the mile in 9 minutes. Way faster than I can.
2. My new shoes aren't working out for me. I so want those pretty running shoes in various colors. I try every time to stray from my boring New Balance shoes. But I guess I am mean for boring.
3. I saw people from work that I haven't seen in quite a while. One of them told me I looked great. It's such a confidence booster when someone does that.
4. I plan on going to see Trouble With The Curve orThe Master or both this weekend. I also want to see Taken 2 when it opens next weekend. All the sudden movies are getting good for me again.
5. I want to talk more about this next week...I'm noticing more people paying attention to me in public. I can't decide whether to be flattered, uncomfortable, mad or what.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
195.6; The Falafel Did Me In
I have to tell the back story, so bear with me.
Monday night I made baked fish and oven fries. I usually just bake the fish with spices and herbs on ti. Only I had some tortilla strips that had been on my counter all summer. I decided that crushing those up with whole wheat flour would make a great crust. And it did.
Yesterday for lunch I had the rest of the fish. I heated it it in the microwave at work so the crust wasn't super crisp, but wasn't soggy either. Only the fish kept hanging up at my band. So I took the crust off and only ate the fish with a small banana and a sugar free pudding.
Last night Pete and I planned to go walking at the park where we got married. A little date night for us and a little walking for the pupster.
Next to the park is a Whole Foods. Our plan was to stop at Whole Foods for dinner and then walk. I love all that they have to offer. We made our selections and walked to the car to eat with the pup. My first bite was of a falafel bite. It was so good. Then I had a few pieces of curried veggies. Then a bite of a flaky crust off a savory pastry.
Then it happened. Something was stuck. Usually if something is stuck, I sit fully upright and it goes down. It doesn't feel good when this happens, but it's usually over in a minute. Not this time. Whatever it was, it was stuck good. I spare you the details, but it was about 20 minutes of very painful waiting. It felt as though the food was pounding on the smaller opening where the bad was. Just pounding and pounding and not getting through. Painful. It brought tears to my eyes and worst of all there was nothing I could do about it.
Pete helped me think about what I was doing and what I was eating. It's true, I was hungry and at quickly. I was so into the good food that I had to choose from that I wasn't paying attention to how I was eating. Looking back it was my initial bites of falafel that likely got stuck and the rest of the food after that was just adding to the congestion.
That was the end of eating for me yesterday. I had no hunger and no want to eat at all. I had some water at the park. Then we got home and I watched Sons of Anarchy snuggled up with Pete and the pup and went to sleep. Even this morning I am sore. Have you ever had a chip stuck in your throat? That soreness from afterwards is what I am feeling. I'm guessing that it's swollen and will be sore for a day or so. I'm sticking to soups and pureed foods for the next couple of days.
So as Pete calls it, my wake up call occurred last night. My first really negative experience from the band. All I can say is that it's a wake up call that I don't want to happen again.
Monday night I made baked fish and oven fries. I usually just bake the fish with spices and herbs on ti. Only I had some tortilla strips that had been on my counter all summer. I decided that crushing those up with whole wheat flour would make a great crust. And it did.
Yesterday for lunch I had the rest of the fish. I heated it it in the microwave at work so the crust wasn't super crisp, but wasn't soggy either. Only the fish kept hanging up at my band. So I took the crust off and only ate the fish with a small banana and a sugar free pudding.
Last night Pete and I planned to go walking at the park where we got married. A little date night for us and a little walking for the pupster.
Next to the park is a Whole Foods. Our plan was to stop at Whole Foods for dinner and then walk. I love all that they have to offer. We made our selections and walked to the car to eat with the pup. My first bite was of a falafel bite. It was so good. Then I had a few pieces of curried veggies. Then a bite of a flaky crust off a savory pastry.
Then it happened. Something was stuck. Usually if something is stuck, I sit fully upright and it goes down. It doesn't feel good when this happens, but it's usually over in a minute. Not this time. Whatever it was, it was stuck good. I spare you the details, but it was about 20 minutes of very painful waiting. It felt as though the food was pounding on the smaller opening where the bad was. Just pounding and pounding and not getting through. Painful. It brought tears to my eyes and worst of all there was nothing I could do about it.
Pete helped me think about what I was doing and what I was eating. It's true, I was hungry and at quickly. I was so into the good food that I had to choose from that I wasn't paying attention to how I was eating. Looking back it was my initial bites of falafel that likely got stuck and the rest of the food after that was just adding to the congestion.
That was the end of eating for me yesterday. I had no hunger and no want to eat at all. I had some water at the park. Then we got home and I watched Sons of Anarchy snuggled up with Pete and the pup and went to sleep. Even this morning I am sore. Have you ever had a chip stuck in your throat? That soreness from afterwards is what I am feeling. I'm guessing that it's swollen and will be sore for a day or so. I'm sticking to soups and pureed foods for the next couple of days.
So as Pete calls it, my wake up call occurred last night. My first really negative experience from the band. All I can say is that it's a wake up call that I don't want to happen again.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
(still) 197.6: I NEED A NEW BLOG DESIGN
Iapologize up front for some random changes that I made today. I try to update my blog every year to a new fresh look. However, either Blogger is becoming way beyond my abilities or I suck at this. Or both.
So I'm in search of a new design. I don't mind paying someone for a design, but, uh...who? Do I search Etsy? Is there anywhere else that has design that I can check out?
Anyone?
So I'm in search of a new design. I don't mind paying someone for a design, but, uh...who? Do I search Etsy? Is there anywhere else that has design that I can check out?
Anyone?
197.6: Size 14
I am a size 14 in pants. You know when I was last a 14? College.
My second year of college my parents came up in the spring for my birthday. We had dinner and then went to the mall. They hadn't bought me a gift and my Mom decided that they'd buy me some jeans. At that point I felt fat. I didn't want to buy jeans because I didn't want to see the size 18 tag. I didn't want to buy jeans because I didn't want to have to chose from the 2 styles when the 'regular' section had 40. I just didn't want to.
But ultimately my Mom and sister pulled me into a couple of stores. I believe they picked out some styles and sent me into the dressing room. I was shocked when I came out in a size 14 jean that I felt good in. (This is where I'm choosing not to remember that they were the "paperbag" cinched style waist. I am also choosing not to remember that they were tapered leg and likely made me look like an upside down triangle.)
When they left for the day, my room mate and dorm mates convinced me to to to a party. A party where I met a boy and kissed him. Nothing came of it. But to me, the smaller sized jeans that I felt good in, were both a protective sheild and a power booster. The the jeans took on a life of their own to make me more outgoing and protect me from hurt should something go wrong from the outgoingness (is that a word).
I hadn't thought about that day in a long time. But Friday I was bound and determined to add to my collection of 3 pair of work pants. I spent time going from sales floor to dressing room in multiple stores in search of my goal. At Target I pulled a 14 off the rack and thought there is no way my hiney is going to fit in those. But sure enough, they did. And I sat and wondered how long it's been since I fit into a 14. I almost cried there in the dressing room. The flashes of that day in college when I was 18 going on 19 flooded my brain. And now 23 years later I'm back there, if only in the size of my jeans.
My second year of college my parents came up in the spring for my birthday. We had dinner and then went to the mall. They hadn't bought me a gift and my Mom decided that they'd buy me some jeans. At that point I felt fat. I didn't want to buy jeans because I didn't want to see the size 18 tag. I didn't want to buy jeans because I didn't want to have to chose from the 2 styles when the 'regular' section had 40. I just didn't want to.
But ultimately my Mom and sister pulled me into a couple of stores. I believe they picked out some styles and sent me into the dressing room. I was shocked when I came out in a size 14 jean that I felt good in. (This is where I'm choosing not to remember that they were the "paperbag" cinched style waist. I am also choosing not to remember that they were tapered leg and likely made me look like an upside down triangle.)
When they left for the day, my room mate and dorm mates convinced me to to to a party. A party where I met a boy and kissed him. Nothing came of it. But to me, the smaller sized jeans that I felt good in, were both a protective sheild and a power booster. The the jeans took on a life of their own to make me more outgoing and protect me from hurt should something go wrong from the outgoingness (is that a word).
I hadn't thought about that day in a long time. But Friday I was bound and determined to add to my collection of 3 pair of work pants. I spent time going from sales floor to dressing room in multiple stores in search of my goal. At Target I pulled a 14 off the rack and thought there is no way my hiney is going to fit in those. But sure enough, they did. And I sat and wondered how long it's been since I fit into a 14. I almost cried there in the dressing room. The flashes of that day in college when I was 18 going on 19 flooded my brain. And now 23 years later I'm back there, if only in the size of my jeans.
Friday, September 14, 2012
197.6; Friday Fives
1. It's payday. No other explanation needed.
2. We are going to dinner tonight at a hibachi place for my brother in law's birthday. Yum!
3. I am going to try shopping at a place called Clothes Mentor. It's for more upscale clothing than Goodwill/Salvation Army. I can never find anything at those places. I only have 2 pair of pants that I can wear to work and I desperately need more. I also have no sweaters and it's supposed to be in the 50s and 60s next week.
4. Tomorrow might be my last day of motorcycle riding. It's supposed to be in the 80s this weekend. Pete, Nico and I are taking advantage of it and riding all day.
5. I can't wait for Sunday afternoon to cook some new soup recipes I've found. Mushroom soup, chili, apple cake and come cookies are on my list.
2. We are going to dinner tonight at a hibachi place for my brother in law's birthday. Yum!
3. I am going to try shopping at a place called Clothes Mentor. It's for more upscale clothing than Goodwill/Salvation Army. I can never find anything at those places. I only have 2 pair of pants that I can wear to work and I desperately need more. I also have no sweaters and it's supposed to be in the 50s and 60s next week.
4. Tomorrow might be my last day of motorcycle riding. It's supposed to be in the 80s this weekend. Pete, Nico and I are taking advantage of it and riding all day.
5. I can't wait for Sunday afternoon to cook some new soup recipes I've found. Mushroom soup, chili, apple cake and come cookies are on my list.
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