Money, Day 12: Spa Day!

This has less to do with money than it does with following up on something from awhile back.  (But there is money stuff at the end, so it’s not a total wash of a post.)

Sleep, Day 4: FAIL!

Wow, I didn’t even make it three days.  That’s sad, is what that is.  That’s sad, right there.

EASTER!

I did it!  Easter is here, and I made it all through Lent without breaking down and eating meat.

Lent, Day 34: How I Do It

OKay… so… I’m down nearly 60 pounds now, and believe it or not, people actually notice!  I’m sure this has to do with the fact that my clothes actually fit now, thanks to Michelle and Lisa, but regardless… Easily the most common reaction I get from people is, “What are you doing?” and, when I tell them, “Wow, how do DO that?”

So this will be the overview post.  It will be redundant, but it’s the sort of ’shop talk’ version of the ADF thing, so it might be interesting even if you’ve been reading awhile.

Here’s what I do:

Lent, Day 18: The Curse of Michelle

You might recall awhile back when I was first contemplating the various roadblocks I felt would prevent me from achieving success in my efforts to lose weight.  I believe I was saying that eating is sort of psychological, and that even if pizza isn’t really my thing as a rule I’d still take it over a dismal iceberg-lettuce salad.   Just the idea that something is off-limits makes it that much more appealing.

At this point I think I’d still turn up my nose at an Iceberg-lettuce-salad, since I’ve become sort of a greens-snob and consider Iceberg to be kind of worthless as greens go.    But salads in general have risen in my esteem such that now I might actually choose one over pizza.  There are other, equally unhealthy things, though, that would still rate higher.  Onion rings.  Good, old-fashioned buttered toast.  Chex Mix.

Michelle’s response at the time warned me that what would probably end up making a difference in that area is the realization that eating the junky stuff actually makes one feel gross later.  At the time, I sort of dismissed this, since as far as I could tell back then what I ate didn’t much impact how I felt, either right after or long-term.   Scoff, scoff, said Jen.  ‘Tis to laugh.

Well, suffice it to say: I’m not scoffing anymore.

Lent, Day 14: Contemplating a Gym

Facebook, as it turns out, is an amazing invention.  I’d gotten an account about …a year ago?  Probably more, actually.  Younger players from NarniaMUCK encouraged me to get one because they’d started a Facebook group called NarniaMUCKers Anonymous and they felt I needed to be there.  At the time, I regarded Facebook as ‘one of those kid things’, and so my attitude as I set up the account was concilliatory but not enthusiastic.  I certainly had enough to do online that I didn’t need one more thing.

Of course, then Facebook went all GenX and even Baby Boomer on us, and here we are.   Vast numbers of friends and acquaintances from high school and college have now turned up there, and between that and the various (and silly) ‘apps’ they have, I find myself drifting there more often than not.  In fact, nowadays, I’m devoting the time there I used to channel into NarniaMUCK, and I feel a little guilty about that. :/

But that was not where I was going with this.  Let me get back on track:

Sleep, Day 12: Facebook and Fridge Graph

I’m going to have to just give it up with this sleep goal.  It’s a great idea in theory, but I just keep blowing it.  I’m doing fine on everything else, granted. I’m walking a ton and staying true to my ADF diet plan, so I’m not too worried about it.  I just keep screwing up the sleep thing.  Meh.

Sleep, Day 10: Why are people playing tennis on our Rollerblading court?

Okay, so I did fine last night.  Go me.

I am now finding that I actually look forward to walking.  I’m not sure that I’m quite ready yet to make it something I just decide to go out and do out of doors purely for the sake of getting some exercise, as that still strikes me as potentially pretty boring.  But other forms of exercise are starting to appeal to me now, and that’s sort of new.

For example, I found myself in the garage today, giving my rollerblades more than a cursory glance as I got something out of the van.

Sleep, Day 4: My First Failure!

Yep, I blew it last night.  I was working on my room last night, and Ed called to distract me.  This was very much appreciated, since apparently the DVD player in my room has finally, after ten years, decided it no longer wants to work.  This meant I couldn’t listen to my Agatha Christie novel without going into one of the boys’ rooms to retrieve a CD Player, so I was trying to make do with the television instead, and was finding it to be more hurtful than helpful.

The only downside, of course, to talking on the phone as opposed to chatting online is that there is no clock immediately before you at all times the way there is on the computer.  So Ed and I were cheerfully entertaining each other with stories about our respective children and all, and before I knew it it was midnight.  I mean, I’d glanced at the clock and realized a couple of times that we were getting close to my Turn Back Into A Pumpkin Time, but when the time actually came, I was oblivious.

Exercise+, Day 7: Diagnostic Complete.

Walking late again today.   Once again, a busy weekend day.  I made good on my promise to make Window Cookies with Noah, and then we worked on Pinewood Derby cars, since the race is next weekend.   I actually could have made it a point to come down here sooner, but it’s bitingly cold outside, and that makes the basement pretty bitterly cold too.  I pretty much used every excuse I could think of not to come down until close to 10, when I realized I needed to get walking or call the day a failure, blogwise.

The blog is very useful in terms of motivation, that’s for sure.