Archive for November, 2013

Just a Saturday pretending to be a Sunday

Just a Saturday pretending to be a Sunday.



The reason I sleep like a rock these days…

The reason I sleep like a rock these days….



Just a Sunday Blog

When I was in Texas last week I spent some time talking to Steve. Not to be confused with Steven who went with me from Toledo whom I also spent a lot of time talking to. Anyway, Steve has been on the cancer Merry go round for the last five years. He had colon cancer, then it came back in his liver, then it came back with a vengeance in his lungs. Inoperable. He has spent a lot of time and effort (and money I’m sure) investigating alternative treatments. I picked his brain and got his list of supplements. I am now taking like 20 pills a day between those and my regular meds. I thought it was interesting how most of the supplements were anti inflammatory and / or antioxidant.
I will write the list up when I’m not on my tablet as a stand alone post so it shows up in a Google search. They’re all good general supplements.
Yesterday we saw Catching Fire. We both agreed it was even better than Hunger games.
Yesterday also brought with it some sore glutes for today! Thanks Michelle. I give her credit for my need to go pick up some SIZE SIX PANTS !!!

I think my blog will be moving soon. I own a domain and my sister will be setting up a wordpress site for me on it. I swear, last move for awhile. 🙂


Happy to be home and in my own bed last night.
Wish I would have remembered that my clock was never reset for daylight savings time.
Big day of exercise and no plans ahead of me.
Think we’ll probably go to the movies.

Me, a burka, and a man.

I’ve been thinking a blog in little tiny pieces for a bit and I’m going to try and type it out even though it’s not come to it’s maturity in my mind yet. So forgive me if this is disjointed, I usually don’t show my thought process so publicly. 

This is me, right now:

Hanging out in a messy hotel room

This is pretty much what I’ve looked like all week. Different clothes, less wind blown hair, but basically this is me. When I’ve been working out in the fitness room at the hotel I’ve been wearing my dark blue non-descript nikes, my black pants and a black tank top. My hair is always up in a pony tail.

I spent many years of my life wavering between a person trying not to stick out or have strangers look at me and desperately seeking notice. Usually the notice was for things I was doing rather than just for being. You know, jobs or wanting people to recognize what I was doing for them or a talent I was trying to develop. I think as women of a certain generation we try very hard in public not to be noticed. Don’t laugh too loud, don’t make a scene, don’t wear inappropriate clothing.

Well, two weeks ago I added an accessory to my look that is out of the ordinary and is noticeable. My glasses. If I’m outside, or just walk into a building they’re not noticeable because they appear to be sunglasses. At night, or in an indoor setting, they are noticeable and I’ve seen people do the, not quite a double take, but the look of curiousity comes over their face. I was very self-conscious of them at first but after the first week I realized how much they were helping me so I knew there was no going back. The second week made me more conscious of the benefits to having them other than the fabulously more stable world. First was the no eye makeup day. Didn’t care. It was only for a couple of hours and I had no intention of taking my glasses off. It felt positively freeing.

Then the other morning in the fitness room when I had to share my space I realized that the man who was working out with me would probably not recognize me in an hour at breakfast because I would be wearing regular clothes and have my hair down and look more put together. Then I remembered the glasses. What a fabulous disguise I have inadvertently started wearing. He of course would recognize me, if I was wearing the glasses. I bet if I showed up for breakfast without them he wouldn’t. It’s freeing in it’s own right to think that no one is really looking at ME. They are looking at my glasses.

Which of course led me to think of women in Burkas.


They are not individuals. They are not recognizable. They are women in burkas, just as I am a woman in inappropriately dark for indoors glasses. It gives them a certain freedom but at the same time will never allow them to shine as individuals to strangers because no one will ever look past the burka at the person underneath. Of course, why should we worry that no stranger will ever remember us as individuals but only as a certain noticeable piece of our picture. I don’t know. Like I said, a little disjointed, but it really makes me want to look past the obvious when I see people. I want to make sure that I see them as a whole. Not just the one memorable piece of them.

What is the matter with me?

I have definitely lost the photo & blog bug. I think blogs all the time but just don’t type them up. I see things I should take pictures of, but I just don’t. sigh…

I am in Plano Tx this week from our office here. I’m traveling with one of the guys from my office, Steven for those of you who know them. I’ve now been here so often that I feel perfectly comfortable in their offices. I’m sure it feels odd to them that I seem so comfortable and make myself at home. Or, maybe not. They are all men.

Wait! I’ll take a quick picture.  Here is me typing this.


We’re staying in a Holiday Inn Express, of which there are four in a very small radius. This is the nicest one in most ways, thought the halls always smell a little musty and smokey. People are very nice.

I know I’m probably driving everyone crazy with my workout news but I just have to say my latest thing. I bought two pairs of pants last month, a black pair and a blue pair. I was pretty excited because they were another whole size down even though I haven’t lost any weight. Last week I realized the black ones are too big, and today I threw on the blue ones and they are too big!  It’s mostly in the midsection. I wish I had tried them on before I packed them because it puts a crimp in my clothing schedule for the week, but WEE!

Okay, that is all. I will go talk to my husband for awhile and then curl up and try to get sleepy. I broke my normal sleeping well in hotels pattern last night and did a lot of tossing and turning. The big old chocolate brownie cookies that the hotel gave me probably contributed to my unease since I ate them ten minutes before I was going to sleep.


Busy weekend without accomplishing much of anything…

This weekend was oddly busy without really having anything specific to do.

My husband got home Friday, a week early. It was a bad trip culminating with getting home and suddenly having a non-working laptop. Early to bed on Friday. Saturday I got up and did my hour of workout in my little home gym then went to do a second hour of workout with my new Fit Club group. It was arm day. Now you would think that meant we worked on our arms, but it doesn’t! It was a half mile brisk walk to warm up, then a few stretches with some quick cardio – so I’m out of breath by minute 8, then 11 stations. One was plank while balancing on a balance ball (fail) then some arm weights, then some chair lifts, then situps, then plank with your feet up on a step (OMG That’s hard!) then kettlebell squats, then more arm weights, then bouncing a medicine ball, then more arm weights, then stretching a resistance band, then back to the plank on a ball for round #2. Oh yeah, then burst of more cardio stuff. I really fail at the cardio bursts. I have no ability to keep breathing. 

I do not enjoy working out. I really don’t. I do enjoy the feeling of accomplishment when I succeed in any part of it.

After hour #2 of working out on Saturday I took a shower (you’re welcome) and then Corey & I went and grabbed my niece and went off to Ann Arbor for our bi-weekly shopping trip. Whole Foods, Trader Joes, Hillers, Noodles. Hayley and I hit every sample we could find!

We got home just before five, fed the dogs, then off to my daughters house so her husband could take a look at my husbands laptop. Fixed in five minutes. Home, dinner, bed! 

Sunday was Costco & Walmart day. That was more exhausting than all of Saturday. Came home and packed up five boxes full of old clothes. I didn’t think anyone would want used clothing but I put it on Freecycle and within 30 minutes they were out of my house. Lovely.

Next is getting rid of all of my shoes that I can’t wear any longer. 😦 I wish I could wear pretty pretty shoes. Oh, and I’m due for a purse pack-up. Slowly but surely I am downsizing my life.

Did I tell you that I got a room on the third floor of my building? YAY! So I can escape at lunch time even during the winter and get some steps in. I don’t have the keys yet but I do have a gazelle all put together in office, just waiting. I expect it to be quite a stress reducer. Pop on some earbuds and just ignore the world for 30 minutes in the middle of the day. Perfect.

I’m in Texas all of next week, then Thanksgiving the next week. November has been hectic. 

Oh, and yesterday I saw my dog eat a rock. I was freaked out for one second and then thought, I wonder what other things she’s eaten that I haven’t seen! I hope it doesn’t hurt her. 😦






Daily Fitbit stats

My fitbit #Fitstats for 11/06/2013: 10,011 steps and 4 miles traveled.

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