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For The Love of God, Every Breath You Take!!

Although I love the song Every Breath You Take by The Police, mama is getting ready to call the real police.

I finally solved a mystery that has been puzzling me for some time now.

I was woken up by my cats this morning at 2:30 am.

That is not unusual.  That is par for the course.

I normally get to go back to sleep within 15 minutes of petting.

And then I heard it.

The dude upstairs was on the move.

Either he is a really large guy or he is very heavy footed.

On a positive note, I take great care in being oh so quiet when the building is asleep as to not disturb my downstairs neighbors.  See.  I can take lemons and make lemonade!

Anyway, I hear him on the move, roll my eyes and begin breathing deeply and slowing thinking I can calm my way back to sleep.

After about 15 minutes I hear it.

Unbelievable, the dude either turned on his TV or music because I hear a rhythmic bass or treble or something on a continuous loop!

How effing rude can you be?

This has happened before too, always in the late, late hours of the night or if you prefer, the early earliest of hours in the morning.

He must travel, because it only happens in stints, brief periods of time and not 24/7.

I cannot tell you how many times I have had to stop myself from marching upstairs and banging on his door and giving him a piece of my mind for being so rude and thoughtless.

Well guess what mama figured out as she was breathing deeply and slowing thinking I could calm my way back to sleep?

That is not music or the TV, he is freaking SNORING!

Holy crap! What in the hell am I supposed to do with that?

I was sleeping on my couch because you can do that when you are an adult and single.

Well home boy, and yes he must be a HE with that kind of snoring, must not have been able to sleep and moved to his couch because he is an adult too, and now he is obviously sleeping soundly when I AM NOT.

Every breath he takes makes me want to walk up there and punch him.

I am not in a relationship.  I shouldn’t have to deal with this!

And if I was in a relationship with someone who snored, the first snore and it would have been over.  I like my sleep.

I know people who are married to snorers.  And I think and have said, for the love of God, didn’t you know about this early on and how on earth could you have signed up for this life sentence on purpose? hahaha

Hold up, dude must be awake because the snoring stopped.

Oh never mind.  False alarm.

How on earth I can hear him snoring I do not know.  I have occasionally been woken up by an iPhone alarm thinking, that is strange, I don’t remember setting my alarm.

I didn’t.  It was his alarm.

Outside of these two things in the dead of night or early, early morning, I hear absolutely nothing.

No convos, no showers, no nothing.

Well I do hear him walking, but outside of THOSE three things, I hear nothing.

Now that I know what is going on, I will not call the police.

I am seriously thinking about moving though. hahaha

So I am up.  Now what?

I could exercise.  I could ride my Harley.  I could go grocery shopping.

I could…I really think it would be best if I leave my house for a little while before the police come to pick me up for smothering someone!!! hahaha

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Happy Halloween People!

I certainly hope this was my trick for the day.


The Crush

Holy wow!  I cannot believe so much time has passed since I last posted.

A lot has happened.

My grandmother passed away, the receptionist resigned to pursue a job more in line with her goals and I pretty much did the work of two people to get the firm I work for through the October 15th tax deadline.

Luckily we did find someone rather quickly to become the new receptionist.  But when you are new, there is only so much you can do.  She did catch onto our phone system quickly, and that was a tremendous help!

All of that led me to unknowingly showing up to sign up for classes two days past the start date, so alas – I am not taking classes right now.  I wasn’t able to join late, even though it was only two days.

But, after all I have been through; this is really not such a bad thing.

Such is life.  The classes will be there on the next start date.

Let’s hope I make it there in time! hahaha

Right now I am struggling with a different decision.

Here’s what woke me up Thursday morning….in my dream I was frantically driving my S2000 trying to find my way home after one hell of a day. I drove between what I thought were two narrow construction barriers. But the space kept narrowing and I discovered I was in between two semi trucks. They inched forward four paces – 1. 2. 3. 4. Each time coming closer together and each pace crushed my car more with me very aware what was happening, but the truck drivers didn’t know. I woke up right before the next pace forward which would have sandwich crushed me and my car completely. Um. So not cool that this is the last thing I dreamed before waking up.

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I posted my dream and the picture on Facebook and a couple of friends pointed out, um, I think you have too much stress going on in your life right now.

I looked up the meaning of my dream on Google, which I do if a dream sticks with me so vividly.  For me, it makes sense that dreams consolidate and process information gathered.  It is your brain trying to solve something when the fully conscious mind is at rest.

The meanings I found:

The action of crushing anything in your dream indicates that you are under tension and/or pressure in regard to making an important decision.

If you dream that a part of your body is being crushed, then it suggests that you are being prevented to full express yourself.

I think both of these fit my situation.

I love my job.  And I enjoy the people I work with.

But the commuting is crushing my spirit and pretty much making me an asshole when in traffic.  I now have little patience or tolerance for slow drivers, and I really don’t like being so aggressive.

When I signed on to return to working for my current firm, my two must were: return me to my former salary and during non-tax season allow me to come in early and leave early to avoid traffic.  My main pitch was, I don’t want to spend my life in rush hour traffic.

The sad thing is that I only live 12.5 miles from my job, yet I spend 7 – 7.5 hours a week going to and fro.  That is almost an entire work day’s worth of hours spent commuting each week.  That is depressing.

In the end it didn’t work out well for me to come in early and leave early during non-tax season.  My job is kind of really need to be on-site during business hours kind of job.

Even shifting my hours to coming in an hour later and leaving an hour later still has me with the 7 – 7.5 hours a week going to and fro commute.

I have been doing this for 2 and half years.

So this is where I am now…What do I do from here?

I am still trying to figure it out.

Maybe a less disturbing dream will happen tonight to shed some light on my situation.

Something warm and fuzzy…

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My Bummed Foot. I’ll Take It!

Last Tuesday I ushered in my birthday in a setting that I haven’t been in since my actual birth day, in the presence of a doctor.

I seem to have dorked up my foot.

This is my foot the night before my birthday…

Exhibit A: The Foot

The Foot

My foot got that big both Sunday and Monday night because I was working and it is tax season, which means I have to move around to get stuff done.

I cried myself to sleep both of those nights because it hurt so badly. So badly that at times I seriously thought my foot would explode.

The previous Friday I had gone to my regular doctor and she sent me to the hospital to have x-rays done.

Nothing was found so she told me to rest, ice it, elevate it, and stay off it as much as I could. She also told me to come back in a week if it hadn’t gotten any better.

Fast forward two days later, Sunday night, Exhibit A above, and I would say that things were going downhill fast.

First thing Monday morning I found and made an appointment with a podiatrist. The earliest they could see me was first thing Tuesday morning (aka my birthday).

I went and they did x-rays too. The doctor couldn’t find anything either so he sent me to get an MRI. Although he couldn’t find anything, he saw my foot in all of its glory and knew something was wrong.

They wrapped my foot in a soft cast and ace bandages and put a huge boot on it (which I am still wearing to this day and might have to for the next TWO MONTHS).

Exhibit B: The Boot

The Boot

Tuesday, my birthday, which I keep saying because it is so not fair this was all going down on my birthday, the only good thing about that day was that I was required to stay home and rest.

I had the MRI done Wednesday morning. It showed that I have a break running left to right in my 3rd metatarsal. Check out the diagram.

Exhibit C: The Foot Diagram

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Now. I have never broken anything. And this is slight versus a broken arm or leg or something.

But let me tell you. It still is uncomfortable and really gets in the way of business as usual.

No FitBit challenges. Difficulty driving. Walking funny and dorking up my hip(s) alignment.

And let’s not even talk about how long it takes me to shower or how I have to do yoga in the shower trying to keep my leg dry just to get clean.

It has only been a week and I am done.

Yesterday at work I was having a smoke. Taking a break for a sec. Thinking about how much this sucked and how badly I wanted to be back to normal.

I saw a couple walking into a restaurant.

The man had one of his legs amputated above the knee and was walking with hand crutches.

In that moment in time I told God – I am good. I’ll take me bummed foot and work with it!

So no more complaining for me.

Currently I am inconvenienced.

But this is not permanent.

And for that I am TRULY grateful.


Oahu Hawaii Here We Come!!

Ok. First things first.

I miss the hour I (read everyone, but I am self-centered in this department) lost when we sprang forward.

So totally down with the fall back version.

It is now 10am on Sunday.

Rats.

I need more down time! hahaha

Second things second.

Yesterday I was to run/walk the Rock ‘n Roll half marathon in DC.

Originally it was the marathon to celebrate the end of being 44 and ushering in being 45.

Then I scaled back to a half because I wasn’t honestly training to complete another marathon.

Yes I said another because I have at least completed one marathon in my life time and like to insinuate woo hoo me.

But marathons are no joke.

The training and hours it takes to pull one off plus the marathon itself, yikes.

Now I didn’t bag the half yesterday because I couldn’t physically do it.

Nope. I have been Fitbit racing a 23 year old quite healthy and active young man for the last month.

Although mama lost each time, mama got as close as she could and pushed herself right well.

No. I didn’t do the half because, OMG, what a pain in the butt (read ass) it would have been to get my package and get to the race.

I knew from the start – don’t do this – I don’t like big races in DC because it is too much trouble to get there.

Note to self – listen to that voice that says, um no, pick something else.

I even had a beautiful and kind friend willing to mill around DC for up to 4 hours just to accompany me into DC and get me to the race.

Small problem.

They wouldn’t mail the race items to me.

“Open House” to pick up the race items was Thursday and Friday in DC.

For me, it was a 40 minute trek ONE WAY to leave work to pick up my race stuff and then another 40 minutes to get back to work, um, during tax season.

Not counting how much time it would take to grab my stuff, nor if there was traffic either to or from.

Screw that.

Instead. To usher in my 45th year on this planet, same said beautiful and kind friend and I hiked a pretty tough trail at Great Falls (at least 4 miles)!

We then enjoyed a pretty yummy Mexican lunch and got a mani and pedi.

Plus I got an eyebrow waxed.

SA-WEET and HAPPY ENDING OF 44 TURNING 45 INDEED!

Icing on the cake?

I am headed to Oahu, Hawaii this Christmas with my sister and her family.

Mama is finally gonna get to surf with her niece!!

I have waited 13 years for this event!

Hello love, I have been waiting for you!

So happy and so cool with missing my half now.

45 and surfing in Hawaii baby, SO DAMN COOL!

Happy March People!

Surfer

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Getting My Healthy On

I am working on getting my healthy on.

I am not a junk food person.

Nor am I a desert person.

My two pitfalls are Starbuck’s No Whip Mocha Fraps and Margaritas.

They are the bookends of my day, my start and my finish.

Guess what?

Drinking one’s calories at the ripe age of 44, um, those calories turn into unwanted pounds, lots and lots of unwanted pounds.

I have a problem with age, or the process of aging.

Sometimes it makes me sad.

I traced back that sadness.

What is that about?

I get sad sometimes because there are some many things I want to do or try in my lifetime.

If I don’t make some changes, well, I might not be capable of doing or trying many things that I would like to do or try.

I have been a pretty consistent dabbler with exercise for a long time.

I am cool with that.

I do want to kick it up a bit and I am working on that area currently, but unless you fuel your body in a healthy way, well, it just doesn’t work out so well the older you become.

I have been listening to two audio books that are helping me get my healthy education on:

  1. The Body Book: The Law of Hunger, the Science of Strength, and Other Ways to Love Your Amazing Body by Cameron Diaz
  2. How Not to Die: Discover the Foods Scientifically Proven to Prevent and Reverse Disease by Dr. Michael Greger

I have also purchased things I have never bought before, some of which I don’t even know what to do with yet.

But they are in my house and that is a first step!

I am also building an in-home gym, a very simple one and I am very excited about it.

So, I am not sad any more, I am on a mission!

Ok, so sometimes I will still get sad because holy crap I am getting a lot closer to being a half a century old (OH SNAP! How the hell did that happen?).

I guess it beats the alternative, but still, kicking it for a half a century, yikes!

Ok, before I scare myself silly let me show you some pictures that make me happy.

 

The beginning of my in-home gym. I will put mirrors up on the wall, buy an exercise trampoline, the basket house weights, a jump rope, my yoga mat & my foam roller. Everyone should own a foam roller!

The beginning of my in-home gym. I will put mirrors up on the wall, buy an exercise trampoline.  The basket houses weights, a jump rope, my yoga mat & my foam roller. Everyone should own a foam roller!  Oh yeah, I am gonna learn how to hula hoop again.  Presently I suck.  Trust me.  It is NOT like riding a bike.  You cannot pick up where you left off some 35 years ago.

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Check out my dinner! Chicken breast, broccoli and cauliflower simmering in onions and vegetable broth. Vegetable broth has now become my new best friend! Of course, this is the before picture. I was way too hungry to take the time to snap an after picture, but trust me, it was smack your mama good. Not that I would want you to really smack your mama, and for the record I have never raised a hand to mine.

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I really need to google – How do I change the settings on my phone so the damn pictures uploads correctly?  Oh well, turn your head sideways – this stuff is the bomb and the closest I will ever come to eating brown rice (don’t like it, yuck).  I made it using my best friend vegetable broth instead of water and it was uber great! I am going to need you to go smack your mama again now cuz this stuff rocks!

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I am glad you still had your head turned sideways. Now I am pretty sure this is not the healthiest version of Quinoa, but it is a start! This is one of those I don’t know what to do with it yet. I’ll figure it out soon.

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Just keep your head tilted sideways, we are almost done. I bought Flax Seeds! Woo hoo! I think I just put them in smoothies and such. Working on it. Haven’t opened the bag yet.

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This will be my Starbuck’s No Whip Mocha Frap replacement here one day soon. As you can see, I dallied a bit and a banana expired in the process. So sad. I think a Starbuck’s No Whip Mocha Frap will help me get over the loss.

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Woo hoo! Points for getting this shot uploaded straight! Now, I am going to have to smack your mama over this one. I have never in my life bought brown shelled eggs. An eggshell in my mind has always been white. And I don’t know what white or brown eggshells mean (another thing to google!), but I went brown this time. These eggs came from chickens who were cage free and ate 100% vegetarian feed with no antibiotics. I usually eat boiled eggs, just the white part. OMG. I have never ever EVER tasted such great eggs. I am going to have to try an omelet or cheese scrambled eggs. These were divine and now I am going 100% cage free healthy happy animals, unless I go vegetarian. But I am not there yet.

And we are done.

Thanks for sticking with me and my sideways pictures!  You might need to tilt your head in the other direction for a while to balance things out.

And no matter your age, get your healthy on too so you can enjoy more things in life for as long as possible.


When Walking Just Isn’t Cutting It

I started using my FitBit on June 22nd of this year.

I still love it and use it daily!

Check it out.

Week 1 – 20.74 miles

Week 2 – 22.08 miles

Week 3 – 36.56 miles

Week 4 – 32.02 miles

Week 5 – 20.99 miles

Week 6 – 30.62 miles

Week 7 – 22.06 miles

Week 8 – 42.60 miles

Week 9 – 41.81 miles

Week 10 – 30.41 miles

Week 11 -28.13 miles

Week 12 – 24.54 miles

Week 13 – 22.46 miles

Week 14 – 13.61 miles

Week 15 – 25.59 miles

Week 16 – 30.82 miles

Week 17 – 27.74 miles

Week 18 – 23.62 miles

Week 19 – 17.97 miles

Week 20 – 20.21 miles

Week 21 – 22.72 miles

If you notice, my mileage dramatically increased in week 8 to 42.60 miles.

That’s when I starting doing the Work Week hustle challenge with friends to see who could walk the farthest during the work week.

I won the challenge that week and I have been doing that challenge every week since then.

But guess what?

It is official.

I am overweight.

I mean like for real, my BMI says so.

I have never in my life seen the words Lisa and Overweight used in the same sentence.

But last night I saw it on my computer staring back at me and thought ~ Well crap, now it is official!

I already knew and have known that my weight is going the wrong way, but to see *overweight* in print, YIKES.

I am five foot tall according to my doctor’s office.

My healthy weight range is 100 – 115 ibs.

Since junior high school I have always fallen in between 100 and 108.

Only in recent years did I get to 115 ibs, and felt like it was the end of the world.

Facebook has this little thing where it shows you your memories on some days.

Well since 2011 I have complained about getting to 115 ibs and then I get it back down and then getting to 115 and then….you get the picture.

I now realize I would gladly, I mean oh so happily, take 115 ibs!

What the hell rover, I now weigh 138.8 ibs.

Holy smackadoodle!

And it cannot go up from here. It just cannot.

I know this might not be a big deal to others, but to me, when you have been a certain way most of your life and then within a year you manage to put on at least 25 ibs, wow it is life changing.

And not in a good way.

I never thought I could be here.

I mean I never thought it was possible.

Seriously.

Never ever.

But I am, so I have got to work with it.

I signed up for a marathon.

I joined a Ladies Running Group.

I met with them once so far.

I subscribed to Runner’s World so I will get a magazine in the mail every month, and I will feel pretty darn bad if I am not doing anything when I get said magazine in the mail monthly.

They even threw in a calendar and I will look at that every month next year.

Gaining weight and feeling bad about yourself is a vicious cycle.

You want to make changes, you start to make changes, you get discouraged by looking at where you are now and how far you have to go, and then you respond by doing something that isn’t going to help you on your new path but brings you comfort in the moment.

Until the next morning.

I am not good at solo hard training.

I need a group.

Even if it is just a one other person group.

The group I joined has a challenge going on the side similar to The Biggest Loser that runs for the next 14 weeks and we will be incorporating small changes into our life every week that I am pretty excited about.

It is a start.

And hopefully in 14 weeks this count will be lower….

11.14.15 Weigh In 138.8 Ibs

 


I Just Paid $40 for a 6-Pack of Coke!

One of the drawbacks of being single is that you have to fend for yourself when you don’t feel well.

Guess what?

I don’t feel well, and there is no one around to wait on me hand and foot.

Really I only want a Coke.

I don’t get sick that often and I have only called in sick twice in the last year and three months.

Today would be that second time.

I brought it on myself.

Saturday morning I drove down to the Outer Banks with the top down on my Jeep.

It was already down, and I hadn’t tried putting it back up by myself yet, plus I was running late so I just threw on a heavy sweatshirt thinking that would cut it.

Um. No.

I froze my butt off for FIVE hours.

I honestly don’t remember ever being that cold and it was so deep in my bones that when I finally did make it to my mom and step-father’s place, I took a nap totally clothed with two blankets on top of me (and I was still chilly!).

I left at 9am Saturday morning.

It was supposed to get up into the upper 60’s so I thought for sure I wouldn’t be too cold for long.

I was wrong.

I took a nap, went to dinner with them and then promptly went back to sleep for the next nine hours.

I felt really bad. My step-father is a very active guy, and he had planned so many different things we could do – fishing in the ocean, fishing in the sound, walking, bike riding, canoeing, etc.

He even got me a temporary fishing license, hoping that I would want to go fishing because he’s an avid fisherman. (I don’t like fishing because I don’t like seeing the poor little fish with hooks in their mouths.)

Sunday morning I got up early, as did my step-father, and we figured out how to put the top back up on the Jeep. There was no way I was driving back with it down!

He also showed me lots of other stuff about my Jeep, because they have one, so I learned a lot much faster than had I been left to my own devices (aka I only learn stuff about my car when it becomes a need).

I went to Starbucks and then to the beach for a little me time.

In my mind, I was going to sit on the beach for a little while and watch and listen to the waves crash.

The beach is a really nice place to be in the morning before all the people come out, it is so peaceful and awe-inspiring.

Well because of recent hurricanes and storms, there isn’t much beach left!

At least not at the public access that I chose to enter, and what sand was left was wet and not conducive to sitting around and relaxing on.

So I watch some surfers from a deck, took a couple of pics, and then headed home.

When I got home, my step-father and I went for a bike ride.

I always say that I don’t like bike riding but I found out that I was wrong, which is a good thing because we rode around sight seeing for 8 miles.

I was pretty impressed with myself and thought, wow, I really could do a triathlon.

I don’t know that I could physically do one, or that I would be willing to train that hard in three areas for one, but biking is no longer off the table.

That bike ride was about the only time I felt well during my trip, and I told him, it was worth coming down just to do this.

We had lunch, I grabbed a shower, kissed them goodbye and headed over to my OBXFF, who also happens to be their backyard neighbor.

I only stayed 30 minutes, but boy were those 30 minutes packed with happiness and excitement.

My friend is 77 and she is gearing up for our next adventure!

When she turned 70, we went parasailing so we could both check that off of our bucket lists.

Now she wants to try zip lining, and I am all for it because I have never done that before either!

I drove home, went to bed, felt poorly this morning, called in sick, ate breakfast and went back to sleep until 4:30pm.

Here we are at 6:30pm and I just happily paid a delivery guy $40 for a six-pack of Coke.

Oh and some food, but really, I just wanted the Coke.

The moral of the story is be sure to get a boyfriend before you become sick.

No really, the moral of the story is don’t be a dumbass and drove five hours in 50 degree weather with the top down on your vehicle!!

The true moral of the story is, always have Coke on hand because you never know what life will throw you.

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