Like so many other folks, I put some 2015 goals on paper a few weeks ago. They are totally benign, like do a Half Ironman Tri, and declutter the house. And of course, the majority of them were about knitting.
One of those knitting goals is to start a podcast. Like Jen over at Commuter Knitter, I find myself talking to podcasters while I listen in the car. As if they can hear me. Also, I like to hear myself talk. Clearly.
Today I took the baby step of downloading a podcast and mixing app for my phone. I figure I can practice for a while, knowing I use a lot of speech crutches. I mean, I have a lot to say, I know I do.
Newsflash: I am boring. Really, really boring. And talking about myself is hard. Really, really hard. Did I mention I’m boring? Seriously.
So in the mean time, I’ll work on updating the blog, and I’ll keep talking to myself while I sit in traffic on the way home, and perhaps I’ll learn to be a little bit better of a verbal story teller. Baby steps, right?
The last week has been a tough week.
The man lost a good friend, and then one of his former MLB players, only one year his senior, passed away yesterday, way too young.
Today marks the second anniversary of my nephew’s suicide.
And today, I met my friend’s mother. As a guest in our shelter. (more…)
The man hasn’t been feeling well as of late. We first thought it was his gallbladder. He lost about 30 pounds pretty quickly during our 90 Day Challenge, and that can bring on gallbladder troubles. After lots of tests and trips to specialists, it isn’t his gallbladder, but they don’t know what it is.
One isn’t born with courage, one develops courage. You develop it by doing small, courageous things, things that cause some mental and spiritual exertion. – Maya Angelou
Me in 1991 and 2013
Every time I set foot on my private high school campus, I suffer a major panic attack. Not for any real reason. I mean high school sucks for everyone. We’re goofy adolescents, and there’s seemingly unlimited drama.
I had some great friends in high school, and I still keep in touch with a few of them – the ones I want. That’s what Facebook is for, right? There were about 44 people in my graduating class, and I keep in touch with about 4 of them. For the rest of the class, I really have no feelings.
Except for total panic. (more…)
November, 2013 (look at that GUT) to May, 2014
Well, I’m back after a little blogging hiatus. I’d like to say it was because I was SO busy with a special event at work, which I was. In part. I’d like to say it was because I was SO busy hitting the gym at least two mornings during the work week, which I was. In part. I’d like to say it was because I wrote a kick ass post on productivity apps over at CarriePackard.com, which it was. In part. But really, it was because I simply have had nothing to really write about. I haven’t been really inspired, which is good and bad. I don’t have anything I really needed to rant about, and I didn’t have anything really exciting to share. So I simply didn’t. (more…)
Well, I don’t always say that, Billy Crystal did during a time when Saturday Night Live didn’t suck. Here’s a classic clip of him with George Steinbrenner that I love.
Anyway, that’s kinda where I am in this 90 Day Challenge thing. I think I’m looking pretty good! My jeans are sliding on effortlessly, and I don’t mind the whole eating healthy thing. For the most part. (more…)
Kinda. OK – this post involves poop in relation to weight loss. Because it makes a difference on weigh in day. Seriously.
So far, so good on this 90 Day Challenge thing. I’ve been hitting the gym four days a week, and increasing my lifting. On Saturday, I was silly and did three sets of 30 lunges, because it felt just fine at the time. I couldn’t get myself out of a chair, and I was a lost cause getting off the sofa or out of the Snaab. It was a great feeling though, to know that I pushed myself for a change. While I’ve been eating pretty darn well, I haven’t been pushing the weights as much as I could or should.
Which brings us to another Tuesday, and another weigh-in day. (more…)
I’m a very intuitive learner. I much prefer hands on to reading a whole lotta stuff. Paradoxically, I will follow instructions to a T if I am building something – say Ikea furniture. So when the Ravelenic Games insisted on posting a zillion instructions on how to make sure your project qualifies for a “medal,” I read through some of it, did what I could at the time (prior to knitting my project), and figured I would get to the rest later.
Another thing about me is that I am a rule follower. I will always remember the girl down the street (I won’t publish her name because Denver is so small, and I did happen to run into her in college) started selling Girl Scout Cookies two weeks before the official “on-sale” date. She had canvassed the entire block, and I didn’t get more than one pity sale. No that I hold a grudge or anything, I just have a very good memory. I follow the rules. I don’t speed very often – it’s usually by mistake. I stop for pedestrians and always obey school zone signs, and I only snuck into a bar to intentionally drink underage once in my life (note: there are no “rules” about house parties, so I put those in a different category).
I followed the Ravelenic Games rules. I held off casting on my project until the Opening Ceremonies, and I completed the project by the end of the Closing Ceremonies. I put the proper tags on my Ravelry page, and joined a team. And I knit. And I enjoyed it. A lot.
What a good start to the week. I’ll admit, I haven’t gotten as much work done as I would like, but I got good news, so my “balance” is tipping to the personal side.
First of all, I did my dreaded weigh-in on Monday. I was down 4lbs and 3.1% body fat. That’s not bad! And, because I’m competitive, I actually lost more than the man. That said, he doesn’t have nearly as much body fat to start as I do, so I have to stay on that. (more…)