DVDs, NSVs and MFP!

This week has been good for finding new tools in my healthier living trek.

I started using an exercise DVD for people who are older or who have mobility issues (LIKE ME).  The one I bought is for strengthening your core muscles and let me tell you… it works!  After 3 workouts I can already stand and walk longer.  I’m amazed and TOTALLY stoked.  I hate working out.  I mean… really… don’t most of us?  It seems a chore and just so much… Blarrrrrrgh.  I’m actually looking forward to doing this DVD each day because I’m seeing results.

Also, if you’ll look over to the right of my blog you’ll see something new.  I have a weight loss ticker.  I signed up for MyFitnessPal and got it there.  It’s a great site as far as I can tell.  They have message boards with everything from recipes to motivational posts to music suggestions for work out playlists.  You can track your exercise, calories burned and calories/foods eaten.

Your friends on the site can comment on your food diary, cheer you on as you reach each goal you set for yourself and as you exercise.  I’m really digging the place!  If you’re on the site send me a friend request.  I’m there as “Dorkaleena”… of COURSE!  😀


Wrap and Turn – My Week in a Nutshell

This past week has been ROUGH.

Last Weds. I slipped in the kitchen and wrenched my back.  It caused a pulled muscle under my right shoulder blade and a muscle spasm that lasted 5 days.  Four of those days resulted in minimal, if not a COMPLETE lack of, exercise. I fell behind on EVERYTHING.  Housework went undone.  Laundry went undone and unfolded.  Thank goodness I didn’t have to cook much (Thank you, Herbalife and Lean Cuisine!) and The Husband was a good sport about the whole thing.  In fact, he kept telling me to stop worrying about what wasn’t getting done more than a time or two.

I was annoyed and grumpy and anxious all week.  It wasn’t out of control anxiety.  It was simply that, “Great.  I can’t DO anything and I NEEEEEED to!” type anxiety.  Don’t get me wrong.  I am NOT a great housewife.  I tend toward lazy and my mobility issues make some things VERY difficult and others IMPOSSIBLE.  However, I HATE NOT BEING ABLE TO DO STUFF.  Choosing not to do something and being unable to do them are two TOTALLY different things.  It’s the difference between telling myself, “I choose not to have that Cheesecake.” and “I can’t have that Cheesecake.”  It’s a subtle difference to most people, but for me OMG “I can’t” or “You can’t” said by someone else is like a red cape to a bull.  (The Husband tells me all the time I’m a contrarian.  It usually leads to me saying, “I AM NOT!” and him laughing at me.  MEN!)

Anyway, I digress…

My anxiety about weighing this week slammed into high gear yesterday.  The longer the day went the more surly and unpleasant to be around I became.  Also, the more anxious and antsy I got.  Eventually I melted down after breaking the blender.  I was a puddle of tears and frustration because I just KNEW I was going to post a “no change” weigh in, or even worse, a weight gain.  I did ok with my eating.  I had a couple of splurges but they weren’t horrible or over the top.  I had some frozen Greek Yogurt and a nacho salad over the weekend.  Not HORRIBLE stuff, but certainly not diet friendly.

Imagine my surprise when I weighed this morning and found that I’d lost 2 pounds!!!  It wasn’t a lot.  It CERTAINLY wasn’t the 7 pound loss I’d posted the week before, but it was progress not a stall or a step back.  *Does Happy Snoopy Dance*

I need to remember to keep my head high and not let the obstacles in my way throw me so much.  Fortunately, I have a great support system in The Husband, my family and my friends.  When I was at my lowest last night I posted on Plurk about how I was feeling.  The replies with their outpouring of kindness, concern and encouragement were more helpful and motivating than those that posted them will ever realize.  If any of you are reading this, Thank You!  I mean that from the bottom of my heart.

Hell Hath No Fury…

like a knitter scorned.

The USOC has apparently gone insane trying to protect the “image” of the Olympics.  They have sent a Cease and Desist type letter to Ravelry, stating that the “Ravelympics” is guilty of “infringing” on their “intellectual property rights” and “We believe using the name “Ravelympics” for a competition that involves an afghan marathon, scarf hockey and sweater triathlon, among others, tends to denigrate the true nature of the Olympic Games.  In a sense, it is disrespectful to our country’s finest athletes and fails to recognize or appreciate their hard work.”.  Seriously?  SERIOUSLY?

The Ravelympics were organized as a booster club.  Ravelry nor the participants profit monetarily from the “games”.  Those participating knit in the “events” they sign up for by knitting items that fit the stated criteria for that event, often while WATCHING the Olympics.  Tons of time, care, love and effort go into making these items… and LEARNING how to craft in general.

It’s a way for lovers of the fiber arts to come together from around the globe and challenge themselves, push themselves, and better themselves with like minded people all over the globe.  Hmmmm… Yeah.  I can definitely see why that denigrates the true spirit of the Olympic games.  It is DEFINITELY an insult to the athletes and all the work they put into their craft.  Oops.  Sport.  *cough*

Seems to me the only ones maligning the spirit and the essence of the Olympics are the litigious, greedy, self-aggrandizing, egocentric people pushing this sort of nonsense. Of course, what do I know.  I’m just a knitter…

Grab Your Boots and Cape

Sorry for the lack of post yesterday.  I spent the majority of my day futzing with my Sugar is Sweet shawl.  I’m actually pretty excited.  I THINK I finally have it working properly.  I managed to do a row of K4Tog-TBL and K4Tog without destroying my garment OR stabbing myself in the eye with a knitting needle.  It took me almost 3 hours to do that ONE row, but by God I DID IT!

That’s one of the coolest parts of this knitting thing.  I’m physically doing something, and at this point it’s almost all new.  When I manage to master something it feels GREAT and I have something to show for it.  Granted, it’s never a PERFECT copy of the pattern, but when I cook I don’t follow the recipe to the letter either.

My superhero name?   “Danger Girl!”  or… yanno… “Can’t follow instructions Girl!”

Knitting Therapy

So… knitting for relaxation.  It’s not working out so well for me right now.  I cannot get this shawl to work out right.  I have no CLUE what I’m doing wrong.  Every time I THINK I have it figure out I’m proven wrong and I AM NOT FROGGING this thing again!  *stares around the internet wild eyed and panting*

I’m forging on with it and trying to correct as I go.  It’s likely going to be a hot mess when I’m done, but we’ll see…

Today I have ripped out over 1000 stitches and knit 5 rows of the shell pattern… incorrectly… but yes… I knit 5 rows.  My head hurts.

Someone pass the wine!!!!

Mother Frelling Daleks in My Mother Frelling Basement!

I almost never remember my dreams.  Sometimes I wake up feeling anxious or sad in the middle of the night so I assume I DO dream, but I can’t ever remember what they were about.  I can’t even pull one detail out of my head about them RIGHT after waking.

Also, I’m a bit obsessed with the British TV show Dr. Who.

These two things may SEEM random, but they created a perfect storm Sunday morning that set the tone for a totally whacked out day.

My insomnia was BAD Saturday night.  I mean, Ambien couldn’t fix it, BAD!  I was still wide awake at 3am and tossing and turning like someone had set some live lobsters loose on my side of the bed.  The Husband kept waking up when I’d move, so I decided to try “sleeping” on the recliner in the living room.   As I went into the living room I flipped on the light in the dinning room (They are connected.  It would give me light but not BLIND me.)   and ALL the light bulbs in the light fixture blew out.  Oy.  I FINALLY fell asleep a bit after 4am.

Shortly after 5am I woke to what I SWEAR TO GOD was a Dalek talking in my basement.  I clearly heard “EXTERMINATE!  EXTERMINATE!”  “No power in the universe can stop the Daleks!”  “EXTERMINATE!”.  As I struggled to get my wits about myself, I freaked out wondering how in the HELL Daleks managed to invade my frelling BASEMENT!  Then another thought came to me, The Tween must have gotten up, sneaked passed me, gone into the basement and started up Netlifx to watch some Dr. Who… at 5am.  OH HELLS NAW!

The newest incarnation of the Daleks, or as I like to call 'em, Skittles Robots.

I started hollering for him to “GET UP HERE NOW!”  Eventually he came into the living room… from the other side of the house… from his bedroom… NOT the basement.  Needless to say, he was grumpy and annoyed and I was confused.  I apologized to him for waking him, realized I MUST have been DREAMING ABOUT DALEKS IN MY BASEMENT (WTF?), and told him to go back to bed.  He needed to use the bathroom first, though.  He tried to turn on the light in his bathroom and… well… nothing.  No light.  NADA.   We started flipping switches all over the house.  Living room was fine.  So was the guest room.  Kitchen, dinning room, hallway, The Tween’s room and bathroom all were not.  We couldn’t get any of the lights in any of those rooms to turn on.

I thought about it for a moment and realized I must have somehow blown a fuse when I tried to turn on the dinning room lights.  I figured I’d mention it to The Husband in the morning.  I sent The Tween back to bed and just kinda of… lay there.  Then I thought, “Holy shit.  What if there’s a short in the wiring in the walls?  It could have started a fire and we’d never know until it was too late.  That could cause the lights not to be working like that…”

So, at 5:45am I woke The Husband with, “Honey, where’s the fuse box?  I need to check something…”  I’ve never seen him wake up and get out of bed so fast!!!  He went into the garage and began fiddling with the breaker box (after informing me we have breakers not fuses).  He found the right one and put it all to rights.

For some reason, he decided to look out the front door at that point.  There was a strange car in our driveway.  When he opened the door they drove off.  OBVIOUSLY, the 3 of us freaked out for a minute or two trying to figure out what was going on.  Then, The Husband found the Sunday Paper on the porch.  That explains THAT… Except… we don’t HAVE a subscription for the local newspaper. We commenced freaking out  a little bit more and then everyone went back to bed and slept for a while longer.

After we all got up for the SECOND time, I made French Toast for breakfast.  We ate and went to the grocery store… 3 times… in a 20 minute time span.  Yes, we had a list.  Yes, we are dorks.  That’s a story for another time….