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Jan. 13th, 2009 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quidditchgrrl'Cause I posted it over at Sparkpeople, it's already written: Things that have changed since I lost weight, volume 1:
1. I have to try on every bit of clothing I buy to be sure it fits - close enough isn't good enough anymore. I do kind of miss the days where I could just eyeball a size18 20 22 right on the rack.
Yeah, right.
2. My feet and hands are much thinner, and I can see my collarbone and ribs. I've pitched about 3/4 of my shoes (which is nothing to sneeze at - that's about 100 pairs overall) because they don't fit my feet anymore.
3. I have a two-pack! And abdominal contours (those curves on either side of your abs)!
4. My periods are MUCH lighter and less painful. Praise the gods!
5. My body hair is much thinner and is lighter-colored. I can make it shaving once or twice a week now, my body hair is blonde and fuzzy rather than black and coarse. Hormones are crazy things, no?
6. I don't get sick anymore (like, ever). It's been about a year since I was sick enough to warrant medicine. Oh yeah, and I don't take medicine...a couple of Advil on Day Two, but other than that? No aspirin, Advil, NyQuil, Sudafed, Benadryl, Pepto, period.
7. I feel good about what my body can do.
8. Every bite of food that I eat has a purpose, and if I eat junk, I can feel its effects. One Wednesday (which is 2 hours of HELL at the gym, I love it!) I ate Doritos instead of a full dinner/recovery meal and ZOMG. Miserable. I was a mess.
9. Food is for nutrition, not comfort or companionship. I never thought I'd get ahead of emotional eating, and that it would control me forever. Now I can catch those mental minefields before I step on them.
10. I've started making peace with my mortality rather than fearing it. I'm missing half of my stomach, about 2 feet of small intestine, my gall bladder, my liver was diseased with fatty deposits, I have diabetes. I may not make it to 60. But goddamn it, I'm not going to schlump into death, complaning about my health problems while having a jelly donut. Life is too damn short for that.
I did have a moment of whoa recently...maybe it will make you think, too. I was reading an article (and goodness knows I can't remember what magazine it was in - possibly Prevention) and it made the point that most people could not save themselves or their loved ones if they were in an accident/disaster. Meaning, they do not have the strength to pull themselves out of a shallow hole, the ability to control their exit/descent from a second-story residental window; they could not carry a 50-pound child up or down 5 flights of stairs without stopping.
While I hate those "OMG OMG PANIC PANIC ABOUT SILLY THINGS THAT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN!" kinds of articles, this really struck a chord. Going into scenarios would only add to that panic above, but think about it: if you were in imminent danger, if your kids were in imminent danger, could you do those things above? And no BS about the adrenaline effect? Honestly?
I'm starting plyometric work this week. You know, just to be sure.
Tomorrow is the Board meeting, which I've been in charge of since the office AA has been out on medical leave. I'm not as flail-y as I probably should be, mainly because I suck as a secretary and this exercise proves it in spades. *hates*
I need to remember to buy earplugs before Thursday. *iz old*
Thinking about hitting the Warhol exhibit before the concert (free on Thursdays!) to kill time so's I don't have to go home.
Reset my automatic savings account transfer to double the amount I'm taking out. I feel so grown up, biting the bullet and saving MONEY, rather than putting back a couple bucks here and there for a rainy day. So I left it a little later than most people.
Since I work in what most people would consider Eden, I am free to listen to NPR to my heart's content, take a longer lunch so I can work out, etc. etc. (I hear you gagging), I've gotten to listen to our President-elect quite a bit over the last 2 months.
I'm not sure if it's because I've been forced, for eight long years, to listen to a monkey-man talk about policy and planning, or if Obama is just that awesome. But wow man, I'm psyched for the inauguration and can't wait for the new administration to get in here!
The vast difference (paraphrasing, natch):
Q: What are you going to do about Gitmo and the allegations of torture and rendition?
W: Wut? Oh, uh, I ain't gonna do nuttin. Dem's bad people down there in, uh, down in Gitmo. Those evildoers are hiding secrets and we've got to find out what they know by whatever means we can.
Obama: We're going to close Gitmo. Yes, I realize that there are a lot of bad people there, and it will take time and effort to work through this complex situation. But we will do it with all due diligence and as quickly as we can, protecting both the rights of the detainees and the safety of the US.
It's like a tall, cool drink of water, I tell you. (The rhetoric, not the man. Michelle would cut a bitch if you stepped to her man like that!)
Finally, Cbus peeps: I'm going to a water aerobics class on the west side, Saturday 1.17, 9:30am. I have free passes for the gym. Buzz me if you're interested. It'll be fun!
1. I have to try on every bit of clothing I buy to be sure it fits - close enough isn't good enough anymore. I do kind of miss the days where I could just eyeball a size
Yeah, right.
2. My feet and hands are much thinner, and I can see my collarbone and ribs. I've pitched about 3/4 of my shoes (which is nothing to sneeze at - that's about 100 pairs overall) because they don't fit my feet anymore.
3. I have a two-pack! And abdominal contours (those curves on either side of your abs)!
4. My periods are MUCH lighter and less painful. Praise the gods!
5. My body hair is much thinner and is lighter-colored. I can make it shaving once or twice a week now, my body hair is blonde and fuzzy rather than black and coarse. Hormones are crazy things, no?
6. I don't get sick anymore (like, ever). It's been about a year since I was sick enough to warrant medicine. Oh yeah, and I don't take medicine...a couple of Advil on Day Two, but other than that? No aspirin, Advil, NyQuil, Sudafed, Benadryl, Pepto, period.
7. I feel good about what my body can do.
8. Every bite of food that I eat has a purpose, and if I eat junk, I can feel its effects. One Wednesday (which is 2 hours of HELL at the gym, I love it!) I ate Doritos instead of a full dinner/recovery meal and ZOMG. Miserable. I was a mess.
9. Food is for nutrition, not comfort or companionship. I never thought I'd get ahead of emotional eating, and that it would control me forever. Now I can catch those mental minefields before I step on them.
10. I've started making peace with my mortality rather than fearing it. I'm missing half of my stomach, about 2 feet of small intestine, my gall bladder, my liver was diseased with fatty deposits, I have diabetes. I may not make it to 60. But goddamn it, I'm not going to schlump into death, complaning about my health problems while having a jelly donut. Life is too damn short for that.
I did have a moment of whoa recently...maybe it will make you think, too. I was reading an article (and goodness knows I can't remember what magazine it was in - possibly Prevention) and it made the point that most people could not save themselves or their loved ones if they were in an accident/disaster. Meaning, they do not have the strength to pull themselves out of a shallow hole, the ability to control their exit/descent from a second-story residental window; they could not carry a 50-pound child up or down 5 flights of stairs without stopping.
While I hate those "OMG OMG PANIC PANIC ABOUT SILLY THINGS THAT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN!" kinds of articles, this really struck a chord. Going into scenarios would only add to that panic above, but think about it: if you were in imminent danger, if your kids were in imminent danger, could you do those things above? And no BS about the adrenaline effect? Honestly?
I'm starting plyometric work this week. You know, just to be sure.
Tomorrow is the Board meeting, which I've been in charge of since the office AA has been out on medical leave. I'm not as flail-y as I probably should be, mainly because I suck as a secretary and this exercise proves it in spades. *hates*
I need to remember to buy earplugs before Thursday. *iz old*
Thinking about hitting the Warhol exhibit before the concert (free on Thursdays!) to kill time so's I don't have to go home.
Reset my automatic savings account transfer to double the amount I'm taking out. I feel so grown up, biting the bullet and saving MONEY, rather than putting back a couple bucks here and there for a rainy day. So I left it a little later than most people.
Since I work in what most people would consider Eden, I am free to listen to NPR to my heart's content, take a longer lunch so I can work out, etc. etc. (I hear you gagging), I've gotten to listen to our President-elect quite a bit over the last 2 months.
I'm not sure if it's because I've been forced, for eight long years, to listen to a monkey-man talk about policy and planning, or if Obama is just that awesome. But wow man, I'm psyched for the inauguration and can't wait for the new administration to get in here!
The vast difference (paraphrasing, natch):
Q: What are you going to do about Gitmo and the allegations of torture and rendition?
W: Wut? Oh, uh, I ain't gonna do nuttin. Dem's bad people down there in, uh, down in Gitmo. Those evildoers are hiding secrets and we've got to find out what they know by whatever means we can.
Obama: We're going to close Gitmo. Yes, I realize that there are a lot of bad people there, and it will take time and effort to work through this complex situation. But we will do it with all due diligence and as quickly as we can, protecting both the rights of the detainees and the safety of the US.
It's like a tall, cool drink of water, I tell you. (The rhetoric, not the man. Michelle would cut a bitch if you stepped to her man like that!)
Finally, Cbus peeps: I'm going to a water aerobics class on the west side, Saturday 1.17, 9:30am. I have free passes for the gym. Buzz me if you're interested. It'll be fun!
