Monday, May 15, 2017


So.............yeah.  Almost a month.  I suck.

I started a diabetes prevention class.  I'm trying to fit in as much activity as I can.  I'm failing miserably at everything else.

Yesterday was Mother's Day.  I got a lovely hanging basket from my 17 year old boy, and a little pack of portulaca, which I love.  He also got me a Funko pop Dumbledore for my work desk.  It's kinda cute.

On Saturday, we went for a 9 mile bike ride. I'm a little concerned about the Fort4Fitness ride next Saturday, the 20th.  It's my first real ride of the year, and it's more mileage (16 miles) than I've done yet, thanks to our weather. I really need to take advantage of our gym membership, and use the freaking stationary bikes. geesh.

We went to visit the mother-in-law yesterday - her birthday is the 17th, so we dropped off a HUGE petunia basket for their porch, and gave her the birthday gift:  a Fitbit Charge 2.  She loved it, and we helped set it up for her.  Got home late, and I ordered El Azteca. By the time we ate dinner, it was 9pm.  We went to bed around 10:15 or so....and I was backup with horrible acid reflux at 2am.  Three big spoonfuls of pepto and back to bed.  Back up at 3am.  Sat around and played a game on my tablet for about an hour, hoping it would go away.  It decreased enough to sleep - but I'm beat today.  That should make this evening loads of fun.

Saturday, while we were out, I kind of wished we were at the park on the trails.  Mountain biking is something I am not very good at....but I'm hoping to see progress through the summer.  Hubs really wants me to I ride. We're supposed to ride tonight.  I still feel mildly sick.  I have to cut out the junk and the flour and the corn.  I should know better. I do know better. Who am I kidding?

I'll just load myself with coffee and Spark, have my lunch and hope for the best.  Worst case scenario - I puke on the trail. How humiliating can that be? 

Don't answer that.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

A Fresh Start

I overhauled the blog.  Sort of.  I deleted all the old stuff, except for two posts I couldn't bring myself to part with.

Going forward................

I had my first Prevent T2 (diabetes) meeting on Tuesday.  I have a plan, and I need to stick to it.  We will have weekly weigh ins for 16 weeks, then bi-weekly...then monthly through next Spring.  One on one nutrition coaching come with it, and it's a small class of 15 people.  All provided for free, through my work place. It's good timing, as I am trying to up my activity levels and get a handle on eating better.  I turned 51 yesterday - it's only going to get harder. My goal for the 16 weeks is to lose 6% of my weight, and that comes to 14 pounds. 

On the docket for tonight:
  • Grocery list making
  • meal planning
  • dish washing
  • vacuum running
  • laundry doing
    • steaming and hanging
  • dog walking
  • grocery shopping
I'm ambitious. The husband will be putting his bicycle back together, since he got the parts he was waiting on.  Once I have my grocery list and haul complete, I will post it along with my meal plan.  I have to start tracking tomorrow morning (actually, our leader said not to worry about it this week, but I need to get on it), so I am hoping to use this as a way to post about my meals, review recipes, and keep track of resources.

I know, I know.  But like Rocky and Bullwinkle always say, this time, for sure.

Tuesday, December 23, 2014


Sorry I have been MIA for awhile. I got plantar fascitis in my foot, and had to stop running. I got back on the bandwagon earlier this week, and then everything has gone to shit in the last two days.

On Sunday, my dog, Titus, had a little episode. My husband thought he had hurt his back, which he's had trouble with off and on for awhile. I thought he had had a stroke. Looks like I may have been correct. We kenneled him overnight, but it was badbadbad when we woke up early yesterday morning. He couldn't stand, or even lift his head, really. So, we whisked him off to the vet. One x-ray of his back later, we got the news. It was not his back. The doctor thought brain or nervous system. He was getting worse with each passing minute, and he was in alot of pain. Our only decision was to put him to sleep. My sweet dog, who was my constant shadow and always with me, is gone. I am lost. I have cried and cried over him. My heart hurts. I miss him terribly. It's going to be a rough go for awhile. He was my little bestie for the last 9 years, and it's killing me. I don't want another dog....I want him.

Right now, my life feels pretty bleak. So much for happy holidays. I want to end this year and get on with the next. I'm ready for new. I'm ready for better. I'm ready to be done with sad, and stifling, and struggling to get through. I just wish I had my poodle to share it with.

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