The Sassy Pear

Finding my way through my forties

BUI — April 8, 2014

BUI

Um, wow. Well yesterday’s post was just weird…and random. Take note, kids: never blog while under the influence. Even if it is just antihistamines. Blogging Under the Influence is bad for the planet. And it makes the angels cry. Don’t make the angels cry. Not even once. 

Lots of stuff going on in the world of The Pear. I’m still working with my amazing coach/ RD extraordinaire, Amanda – this woman deserves a medal for sticking with me this long. It’s been just over 3 months and I feel like I must be a tough nut to crack. She says I’m too hard on myself (actually lots of people tell me that now that I think of it), but when I keep repeating the same mistakes over and over, it gets a little aggravating for me. We are working on getting me OUT of those ruts, but man, it’s a long and winding road (thank you Paul McCartney). 

Okay, here’s my latest food-dilemma: for a long time, I did really well with staying away from sweets unless it was something I planned for, but lately I find myself dipping into the cookie jar again. I mean literally, I have a cookie jar and I can’t seem to stay out of it. Now, the logical advice would be to stop buying the d@mn cookies, I realize that, but I already bought them. They have already taken up residence in my house and made themselves at home. And no I’m not going to throw them away –  I’m just not. So. How do I make myself not get sucked into the lie I tell myself (oh, one cookie won’t hurt. You deserve it!!) because it NEVER ends with one cookie. It rarely ends with 4 cookies, but I digress. A couple of ideas I’ve thought of include putting a red sticker on the offending jar to remind myself to Stop Drop And Roll Away from the kitchen, or I could even tell myself that I can have the cookie but I have to do 100 jumping jacks or 25 Burpees to even it out – the idea being that since I hate doing anything remotely jump-y I’ll forego the cookie so I won’t have to jar my body. Got any other bright ideas or deterrents or magical suggestions for me?? 

In other less-whiny news, I’ve also taken up running (again) 3 days a week. I downloaded this app to my phone and now every(ish) MWF, I’m up at 5:20 IN THE MORNING  and I’m pounding it out on the treadmill. I’d like to start running outside because running on a treadmill is fourteen kinds of no fun, but it’s dark at 5:20 in the a.m. and I’m a big baby. Okay, I guess that was kind of whiny, but hey at least I’m running again. 

On Tuesdays/Thursdays I’m getting my zen on. I’ve been given a subscription to a yoga website, but I’m having some technical issues with some of the videos and I want to see if they can help before I out them. They have some great office yoga videos that I’ve been making use of and I love it! It feels so good to get in a good stretch in the middle of the day. When I can’t get into their videos, I just pull up a routine from My Pocket Yoga app on my Kindle Fire – that’s what I did this morning. It was enough to get me sweaty this morning, so I call it a win. There was a lot of downward-dogging this morning so I’ll be lucky if I can lift my arms tomorrow.

And now for something completely different: My hubs and I got a really nice complement today: we ran into an old friend today and we chatted with him for several minutes before saying our goodbyes. As we were leaving he said, “Hey! You’re still married – good job!!” and he pumped his fist in the air a couple of times. He said “it’s nice to see someone staying married for a change!!” He’s been divorced for several years, and just in the last couple of years a lot of my husband’s friends have gotten divorced as well, and I just found out today that another couple we know just got divorced. The hubs and I will celebrate 18 years of marriage this summer, and I’m SUPER HYPER AWARE that a lot of couples divorce even after 20+ years together. I know we still have a long way to go, but it was nice to have someone acknowledge that 18 years together is an accomplishment. ♥

I suppose that’s all I have to tell for now. I’m going to make a concerted effort to blog more than 3 times a month. It’s one of those things I love, yet lately I don’t make time to do it. Gotta fix that. So expect to see a little bit more of my ramblings in the coming days. Yay? 

Catch ya later tater tots! 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Livin la vida funky — February 16, 2010

Livin la vida funky

Still here in FunkyTown, although today I feel like I’m visiting AngryTown (it’s a suburb of FunkyTown) because I did not sleep well last night.  I kept waking up and when I did sleep, I had bad, bizarre dreams.  So today I am one big bundle of sunshine and happiness (smell that? it’s sarcasm!). 

I think there are several things going on here, the biggies being all physical:

  • I am not well rested, and haven’t been in many many days. This fact alone is enough to make me cranky, but add to it…
  • The fact that I have not had much water over the last 3 days. Nine cups of water seems to be the magical elixir I need to get me through the day, but I’ve only had 3 or 4 cups per day for the last 3 days, so I am very deficient in my hydrogen dioxide needs. I’m dehydrated, and it aint pretty.
  • I’m overloaded on sugar. I had too much sugar this weekend, and my mood (and everyone around me) is suffering for it.
  • I’m out of all of my good healthy foods, and the only foods we have left in the house are the dollar store cookies my husband bought. I hate dollar store cookies. They’re like the trailer trash of cookies.
  • I haven’t worked out in 10 days. Well, that’s not exactly true because I did some yoga yesterday, but there wasn’t any sweating involved – it doesn’t feel like a valid workout unless I’m sweating buckets. The early morning workouts are not working out, so I’m going back to my evening workouts.  I need some sweat-therapy starting TONIGHT.

I’m going to go to the grocery store after work today, and then I’m going to go home and download some new tunes so I can get my groove on. If that doesn’t adjust my attitude, then I’m going b*lls to the wall and pulling out Jillian. Heaven help me, I don’t want to go there, but I will if I have to.

Really Jill? You really want me to kick your ass? Because you know I can!
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