But I'm Booooorrred!

Seriously, y'all. This is getting bad.*

I'm the kind of person that's in her element when she's got a ridiculously overbooked calendar. And right now? Well, it's filled, but with items like "read," "cook dinner," and "make sure you've gone over your budget for the 16th time." And I have: read. cooked. budgeted. ironed. cleaned. read some more. Luckily, my schedule will start to get busy next Tuesday (Meet the Professor! Teaching Workshops! Orientations! More Workshops!), but right now, having dental work would be more enthralling. Not that I have room in my budget for dental work. I know, I've checked 16 times.

If you guys would like to send me some work to do, I would be grateful. Even budgets, I can do those now.

I passed a park at some point this week, and I'll try to find it again tomorrow, if only just to walk around the track (a few thousand times). I mean, seriously, there's only so many times I can check to see if you guys have updated your blogs. (You guys should really consider updating more than once a day. I mean, c'mon, you aren't really doing anything important during your lunch breaks anyway, right? Right? I mean, you could really stand to write just one little extra post a day. Really. It's not too much to ask.)




*I apologize for the addition of a lolcat to this blog. But I am really, really bored. You have no idea.

Note:

If your boyfriend sends you an awesomebox (a care package), it's probably not smart to eat a Little Debbie Nutty-Buddy-Bar before you've eaten anything else.

Also, for future planning, keep a bra and small bottle of mouthwash within reach of your bed, so you'll be prepared when your doorbell wakes you up.

Told Ya I'd Be Back

And here I am, weighing in at 203.4. Okay, now that's over with: pictures of what I've been doing the past several weeks...

The final collection of stuff.

My new front door, and the love zennias. Oh yeah, we went there. 

Posing with Bill Faulkner's statue on Oxford's Square.

Celebratory Sham-Pag-In!

On the health front, I'm actually surprised my weight isn't higher. I've stocked my fridge with produces, fruit, and whole grains, and I'm already getting back into the swing of things. I spent the weekend with my grandparents, who live just over two hours from my new city, and they sent me home with *tons* of vegetables they'd picked from their gardens this summer. When I say "their" I mean all my great-aunts' gardens. My Granny was the oldest of 8 siblings, all of whom still live in the same town, and almost all of whom have wonderful gardens. I missed most of their fresh produce this season, so the stuff I brought home has been frozen for about a month, but I still figure it's better than what I could buy! I'm looking forward to their winter crops..

Super Quick Post

What's my Monday weight? No idea. The scale is packed away and I won't see it again until after the first of August. 

What's my plan? To eat whatever I have left in the fridge and pantry, to avoid buying more food that I have to pack up and carry with me. (Luckily for me, I have lots of fruits and veggies left... those Rubbermaid produce savers are amazing). 

When will I blog again? Seriously, no idea. I'm still training the new girl at work, and packing and priming my old apartment. 

And for those of you that are curious, I'll be driving away August 1st to Oxford, MS (from Augusta, GA) to go to grad school. I need good thoughts, people, and lots of them. :o)

All Work and No Play Makes a Grumpy Dieter.

Not that this feels like a diet right now, no way, nuh-uh. 

Remember how I said last week that if I'm not blogging, I'm probably making big unhealthy mistakes? Well, that's not entirely true. It could also mean that I'm too ridiculously busy to even think about blogging. I'm leaving my job on the 25th so I can move to Mississippi, so I've been going through resume after resume, conducting interview after interview, and coordinating schedule after schedule trying to get a replacement in. I started training today, so now things will hopefully be a bit more settled. 

I actually did pretty well on the food front. I didn't have time (or the at-home internet connection) to log all the food I ate, but I think I did fairly well making good, healthy and wholesome choices. I didn't have much exercise time in, but I'm going to pretend that staying at a part time job (9 am - 2 pm) till well after 5 or 6 pm every night counts. 

Explain something to me: I've been weighing myself every day, just to see where I'm missing it. For the largest part of the week, I've been hanging right around 200, just up and down a few tenths of a pound each day. Why, WHY does the scale decide, on Sunday morning, that it's going to suddenly blossom from 200.x to 202.8? It's like it knows when Monday is coming. It's trying to kill me, slowly, by mental torment, I just know it. I didn't eat anything disgusting on Saturday. I even spent almost all of Saturday in activity--packing for my move (and lifting and storing and cleaning and packing again!). That's such a random jump for one day's worth of normal eating and activity. I can't for the life of me figure it out. I'm going to blame it on the scale. It was obviously disturbed by the amount of cardboard filling my house. 

The official, Monday-morning weigh-in was 202.4. 

5 Things

5 Things About Me That Affect My Health:

1. I do not handle stress well. (i.e. I use food to calm me down and make me feel good.)
2. If I do not have a plan for every meal, I will not make good spontaneous decisions.
3. If I mess up early in the week, I will most likely bollox up everything else until the new week starts.
4. I celebrate with food.
5. I rely on others to help me make good decisions, and if I am not blogging or talking to those close to me about decisions concerning my health, I am digging myself into a pit of mistakes.

Let's sum it up:
Stress - Plan - Candid Support --> Stress^2 + Bad Decisions = a 1.8 lb gain + a whole lotta regret + Jabba the Hut-like grodiness.

I'm slowly beginning to realize that I can't treat this as a race, a marathon, or even a competition against myself. I'm in this for my health, for my life, for my happiness. (And I am beyond sick of seeing giant 200's on the scale. Why did I buy a scale with such a large display?)

grumblegrumblegrumble

I need to walk around with bright yellow CAUTION! tape stapled to my ass, cause lately, I've been a bitch. Not the good kind.

In short, I'm busy taking on the world one long distance phone call at a time, and I need a break. From life. Not from being healthy. But someone might consider not-so-gently reminding me that making blondies and eating fast food is *not* a good way to cope with stress. If I eat one more thing that's not healthy, I'm seriously going to audition for the next Star Wars movie. I'd be great playing this guy:

I weighed in yesterday at 200.6, after being at 199.4 the day before. Go figure.