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Just Writing it Down

One of the great things about blogging?

Writing stuff down.

Then getting other people’s feedback on it…

Then re-reading it in light of the experience of others…

Then realizing that really?  It’s not such a big deal after all.

So thanks, guys, for reminding me that YES!  Blog land is a real community.

Friends do not have to be in the same city as you.

Pen Pals are awesome! (OK, yes, I totally just dated myself there).

Not that I don’t still want to make a few more friends here.  And try to feel like I am “rooted”…

I am really, quite seriously closed off…  I am afraid to let slip (in person) anything that could be construed as negative.  Mostly because I don’t want people thinking I am miserable.

Huh – maybe it’s because I listen to my sister complain sooooo much about her life (you remember the depression)… I don’t want to be that person.  Plus people have all kinds of “Advice” when you do that.

But sometimes I guess you do have to say when things bother you.

I also have a hard time with that – I don’t like conflict or hurt feelings.

Like – Even though I did completely come to the conclusion on my own that any kind of full-on “witchy” immersion is not the path for me.  I resented the hell out of my Dad for point blank telling me I was wrong and stupid for looking at it.  But did I tell him that?  No… I just let him “win” by saying I wasn’t going to the pagan festival.  But I like to keep the peace.

Of course – my penchant for keeping it all inside tends to lock down the good with the bad.  I don’t talk about feelings, period.

Anyway.

Looking a little more broadly at my idea of what constitutes a community, friendship, relationships, etc.

I am 2 years away from 40… I would like to put some cracks in this shell.

Work in progress!

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Community – It’s Not Just a TV Show

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I wrote this yesterday, for posting today and now that it’s later…

Update – yes, I know this is all very whiny… please feel free to skip it.  It comes of sounding like I am unhappy…  I am not.  I am perfectly happy with my life… but even perfectly happy sometimes can do with a tune-up.

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My friend Lauren posted a blog recently that really kinda hit home.  I could have written quite a bit of it myself.  I have been mulling it over since she posted it.  Read it 5 or 6 times…  sometimes having someone else say something that you are thinking is a great way to push you towards more thinking.

She wrote on her blog about being surrounded by community, but also being lonely.

My situation is different than hers…  I am not “lonely”, per se… but I think this all feeds into the sense of “searching” for something that I have been having lately.

I have always been jealous of people “of faith”…  there’s a few reasons for that.  I always thought it must be nice to have a belief in something bigger than you.  Something that was permanent.  Something watching out for you.  And, now that I examine it… it’s also that people of faith “belong” somewhere.  And maybe that’s really more it.  Because I don’t think that I long to have a deity watching out for me.  I am rolling around to the idea of believing in a universal force of some kind…  but, like gravity, I am not sure it’s a personal thing. (prolly more on this in a later post).  But people who “belong” to a church, or a spiritual group or, hell, even a book club… they have this sense of connection to the wider world.  And I think that’s something I feel a lack of. My world is fairly small.

I had been part of the roller derby “community” here for three years.  But that community is a hard one to be in for a long time.  It kinda sucks the life out of you…  you give to it.  There’s not much “giving back” other than the joy of playing, and if you aren’t playing, as I was not at the end, it’s basically a job.

“Community” in general has always been hard for me.  We moved every couple of years when I was young.  To me, “friends” are something that you have in your life briefly and then they or you go away and that’s it.  The only people I have known my whole life are related to me.  Some of you reading this blog have had a “relationship” with me longer than most of my friendships in the real world.  So I tend not to get close to people, because they are just going to go away (or turn on you … but childhood trauma of being the unpopular-new-smart-fat kid is another topic).

The SB also moved a lot as a kid – although he does have some friends he’s known for a while.  But he is very outgoing… he is  “friends” with everyone in the world almost the second he meets them.   I’m not good at that.  I am not “social”… I can’t strike up a conversation with a perfect stranger because my base level assumption is that they are not interested. It takes me time and a lot of effort for me to open up to people, and I can be easily dissuaded by the tiniest stumbling block to just go back into myself and hide.  (Weirdly, this does not apply to blogging… only real life).

All this sense lately of trying to find a “connection” – maybe it’s all going back to the fact that I have been in this one place for years now, but I still feel like it’s not “home”…  I don’t feel connected to this city in any particular way.  I could easily move at a moment’s notice to some other place. who / what would miss me?

Contrast -  The SB loves this place.  It’s HIS city, his home.  He would miss his  places, his people, his favorite waitress and bartender and butcher and bakery lady and mail deliverer.   So maybe I am just looking for a way to shed the transience that sits deep inside me, and connect to something bigger than me.

I can’t join “a church”…  that would be lying.  I really do not believe in the “God with a capital G” revelatory religions.  I can’t.  I have tried.  I just can’t wrap my head around the religions with books.

I don’t really want to join and “alternative” religious group of any kind…  again – while I am leaning more towards “there’s something out there”… I don’t want to have to go through this step and that step and do this thing and that thing according to the rules of whatever they have in place.

I cannot have real relationships with people I work with.  I have always felt that work and personal should be kept separate.  It’s just too messy when work conflicts come up, etc.

I have a couple of friends… but the one I can actually share the most stuff with lives in San Francisco…  And the one here is a dear, sweet, (batty), woman, and she’s great, but one local friend does not a “community” make.  And, really, I am not friends enough with her yet to really be able to open up about anything more serious than derby and Chinese food…  (see above).  Actually, even those two probably know less about me than my blog readers, now that I think about it.

I don’t have a neat bow to wrap this in…it’s just a ramble.

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FANCY!!

First off, let me say… I adore my job and I adore my company.  I plan on working here another 17 years and retiring from this awesome company.  I tell everyone I meet that if they are looking, they should check out my company, because it’s AWESOME to work for.

SO while this is a complainy post…  It’s not like I’m trying to slam my employer.

That said.

As I have mentioned, I started to stand up to work at my desk for 4 hours out of each day.

I guess I started that, hmmmm…  over a month ago?  5? 6 weeks maybe?

It’s an ingrained habit now.  I sit from 8 to 10, then I stand from 10 to noon.  I sit down for lunch and a little while, then I stand from 2 to 4 or 4:30, then site down for the balance of the day.

So I split the day fairly evenly, with 4 1/2 ish hours of sitting and 4 1/2 ish hours of standing, depending on the day.

How has this benefited me?  Well, for one thing, no more back pain.  And OK, I’ve also been doing core work and dead lifts and stuff, but I really think the fact that I now only spend 4.5 instead of 9 hours slumped in my chair each day has done wonders for my back and posture.

For two…  hey, standing burns more calories than sitting.  It’s a small difference, but it adds up over the hours and any time I burn off an extra cookie’s worth of cals means one more cookie I get to eat!

But all this sitting and standing requires me to raise and lower my keyboard and monitor.

They do, of course, make fancy ergonomic desk features for this.

I cannot, of course get one, because I am not doing this for any reason other than I want to and for my health.

No Dr. note, no special furniture. (which, as mentioned, I understand, otherwise EVERYONE would want special furniture).

So each time I switch from sitting to standing, I lift my monitor up onto a box, and I take another box out from under my desk and put my keyboard and mouse on them.  The boxes are 12.5 inches high, which is just about perfect, although the monitor one could probably stand another inch or two.

I wanted to share a picture of my fancy ergonomic setup…

ERGOTASTIC!

It’s pretty hilarious when people come into my office who have never seen this.  They always ask if I am moving or something, at which point, I have to go through the whole sit/stand explanation.

So, yeah, the boxes look pretty crappy.  And I got to thinking… well…  I can’t have a coll ergonomic riser dealy, but I guess these could look a little more professional, and not like I am furnished by yard sales R us.

So I started thinking that this sort of thing might be just the kind of alternative I could use:


http://www.target.com/Large-Shelf-Cube-Honey/dp/B000O1CNH8/ref=sc_pd_gwvub_3_title

Which is about the same size as my boxes and at least then it would kinda match the office.

Because I like to fix things.  And I like them to look nice and professional.

And then I thought…  hey, wait just a minute..  F&$K THAT!

My company won’t spring for me to have a piece of equipment that can improve my health.  No one seems particularly concerned about the hideousness of the boxes, or at least I haven’t been told to stop using them. Why am I even CONSIDERING spending my own personal money on this?  The company wants my office to look like crap so I can have a proper ergonomic work environment?  Well that’s exactly what’s going to happen.

So the boxes stay.

And I will keep raising and lowering my workstation manually.

And I will NOT stop my sit/stand work habits, because they are helping me to feel good.

So I am embracing the boxes.  And I will explain to anyone who questions them exactly why “boxes” are part of my “office furniture suite”.  And anyone who has a problem with the ugly can take it up with facilities!

So there!

 

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Stop It!

I cannot lose any more weight.

Seriously.

My preferred weight range is 135 to 140.

I am now sitting at 133.4

EVEN THOUGH I AM EATING 2200 TO 2300 CALORIES A DAY!!

So… I really need to fix this.

How do we do that?  Well… in my case, we announce to the world that WE INTEND TO STOP IT!

So…  I’m gonna start posting here how I am doing with eat vs. burn for the day.

Introduce a little accountability…  because I think in my head.. oh, well… just 150 under burn for the day isn’t that much…

But it adds up if you do that too much.  So I need to make sure that I am eating what I burn.

It’s a little difficult sometimes… for example… derby practice ends at 10 pm.  Last night I had assumed practice would be 450 calories… but it ended up being 600… and I already had my post practice snack planned… and I didn’t want to add ALL THAT MUCH MORE food to my day.

ANYWAY….

The point is… GOT TO STOP IT!

So…

Yesterday…  Eat 2363  Burn 2531  Net = -168

I am hoping to come within 50 to 100 calories of burn each day.  I will be closer today because it’s yoga day…  so there’s that.

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Something’s Gotta Give

My Weekly Schedule:

Monday – Just work (whew – start off the week easy)

Tuesday – Work, then Yoga

Wednesday – Work, then Derby Practice

Thursday – Work, then Climbing

Friday – Work, Grocering at the WalMart, Derby Practice

Saturday – Gotta fit in a visit with the folks somewhere

Sunday – Derby practice in the AM, then Climbing and Yoga in the afternoon (THAT’S a full day).

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I think I am over scheduled.

I think something has to go.

It’s not going to be the derby.

I love derby.

I like climbing.  I like yoga.

But I’m starting to think that it’s just too much time spent shuttling hither and yon.

It’s 30 minutes from my house to the gym…  That’s an hour total commute Tuesday, Thursday, Twice on Sunday (Derby practice is held there in the am).

If I come home from work, I can pop in a workout DVD and be done in an hour.  And I can easily do yoga in my home with a DVD.

I feel bad… because my friend and derby team-mate owns the climbing gym…  and I hate to cancel my membership.  But I am starting to feel more and more like that is going to have to happen.

Derby practice is getting more hard-core.

I am doing far harder and more strenuous workouts on my days when I don’t have anything scheduled (Bob Harper is a mean, mean man…  I highly recommend getting your ass kicked by him).

This is just the beginning of the “thinking about it” process, but I am pretty sure I know where it’s going.

If I don’t stop running flat out, I am going to burn out… and that’s no good to me or anyone.

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THANK YOU SIR, MAY I HAVE ANOTHER!?

I feel a little like the universe has had it out for me lately.

OK, OK, not in a serious “I have a terminal illness” or “I live in Darfor” kind of way.

Even though I’m whinging, I am fully aware of how good I have it.

But what’s a blog for if I can’t complain about the day to day “DAMNITs” I have to deal with?

So to recap the excitement since the last time I whinged…

December – Tires bit the dust – needed new ones – $1000…

So far in January

- SB’s clutch went out – needed new master and slave cylinders – $500

- SB got a speeding ticket – $500 to get that lawyered up to avoid insurance hike (that includes the fine).

And NOW…….

Took my car in for the 100K service.  In addition to all the 100K “stuff”, I also have leaking power steering lines and the bushings are busted.  Total?  Just under $2000.

I would very much like the universe to let me up now… I don’t think I can take another one of these “surprises”

Ah well…  usually we take the tax return and spend it rather frivolously.  I guess I know what’s happening to it this year.  And.. at least it happened at tax return time!

 

 

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‘Tis the Season

To spend ridiculous amounts of money.

No… of course not on presents… that’s fun.

It’s just that since the extra spending is going on for the holidays, it follows that clearly something else has to go wrong.

This morning, it was a flat tire.

Which, yes, I knew that I needed new tires, but I was hoping to stretch it out until January and get them then.

But the car decided that today was the day.

At least the flat happened near a tire place.

Of course, it wasn’t really my tire place of choice, but what are you gonna do, there’s no option for driving around on three tires.

So… since the tires have to be replaced today…  I have to get what is available in the city.

I have a really weird tire size, so it came down to two options.  Bridgestone, which I have on my car now, and I don’t like, PLUS their horrifying Super Bowl Commercial Misogyny Festival… so it wasn’t going to be them.

Or Michelin.  Which, yes, is  good brand, but the ones available aren’t the ones I would have picked.  So I’m ending up with a set of what should be perfectly fine tires, but if I was able to do the research and have the time to pick, I would have gone with a slightly better set, even of the Michelins.

Sigh.

And then, of course, car repair places being what they are, the guy called me back to tell me that ALL MY STRUTS ARE BLOWN!!!  AND THAT’S WHY MY TIRES FAILED!!  AND OMG!  I HAVE TO GET THEM REPLACED RIGHT NOW!

No, I did not authorize that work.  A) I don’t ever believe the hyperbole you get in a car shop.  B) Tires are the ONLY thing I do not go to the MINI dealer for.  Period.  If my struts are a problem, I will be getting them fixed by trained MINI mechanics, thanks.  I’d rather pay extra for service I actually trust.

So all he did with that is convince me to make an appointment for MINI to look at the struts and tell me if dude was lying or not.

Which, lord, I am hoping he was, because the last thing I really want to do is pile new struts on top of new tires.

He said that my tires were all warped by the bad struts, but I think that the fact that I hated them and never once rotated them in an attempt to make them go away faster might have had something to do with it.

Sigh… Car Repairs… I hate ‘em.

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Damn You Science!!!

OK, fine, I’ve given up… I was trying to post some stuff that’s not about food, eating, exercise, etc.  But hey, you write what you know, right?

As I have mentioned ad nauseum… I am now tracking my food intake in a web application… and I have this cool little monitor that tells me what I am, in turn, burning off.

This has taught me a few things, some of which make me very, very irritated.

Thing number 1 – Whatever it is you think you are eating?  You are probably wrong.

I used to count up my estimated calories in my head each day… as in… “OK, that was 300 for breakfast and 300 for lunch and then I had a couple of cups of tea so add 200, etc. etc.  I would invariably estimate that I was getting around 1400 calories a day. This would make me sad and angry because DAMNIT!!  I, as a 5’7″ 145 pound person should burn 1600 calories a day just laying on the couch!  And I’m exercising and everything!  Then it would be all “oh… woe is me, I have a slow metabolism, my body doesn’t work right, I am DOOMED!  I’m eating 1400 calories and am supposed to be burning so much!  How can I be gaining weight?!  I’m broken!”

But… as it turns out… yeah, I had no idea what I was eating.  As soon as I started entering everything in the tracker, I realized just exactly how off I must have been.  With the tracking, EVEN WITH replacing my non-dairy powdered creamer laden tea with healthy snacks of what I thought were similar calories, I realized what it was to ACTUALLY be eating at 1400 calories a day, and how many “bites of this, because it’s just a bite” that I wasn’t thinking about I was having before.  So in reality?  I was probably eating much closer to 1800 on weekdays, then on weekends, I was allowing myself 2000 ish…  but it was probably much more than that… so the mystery of the weight gain was solved.  It turns out, and it galls me to say this, because I really hate simplistic formulas…  but, yeah, I was just eating more than I was burning.  And my burn rate was fine, and my metabolism does not seem to be all that out of whack…  I was just eating more than I thought I was.

So since I started the tracking, I have had an average 500 calorie deficit per day.  That’s 13,000 calories over 26 days that I have burned that I have not eaten.  Now… divide that by 3500 – the number of calories in a pound… that’s 3.71 pounds that science tells me I should have lost with that stupid old “calories in, calories out” methodology.  So, let’s see… my weight on the first day I started tracking?  145.  My weight today?  141.2.  The difference? 3.8 pounds.

Gah!  Science wins!  Bastards!  If they are so smart… where’s my damn magic health pill?

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Thing number 2 I have learned – Whatever you think you are burning?  You are probably wrong.

Yes… so… that’s the other thing.  The counter on the exercise bike?  The elliptical machine?  The treadmill?  The online “enter your activity, weight, duration, etc” calculators?  Not to be trusted.  These machine makers?  They want you to believe you are burning all kinds of calories using their machines… why?  Because they want to sell more of them!

But when you get yourself a little gadget that tells you what, exactly, you YOU, personally, are burning, based on your heartrate or temperature or whatever your gadget monitors?  It’s much, much lower than that.  Our bodies oare models of efficiency… they desperately want to keep all the energy they’ve got saved up… just in case we have to run away from a lion or whatever later in the day.  So getting the body to release the energy it has is quite the feat.  It’s hard work.  I used to think I was working in the “hard” zone when I worked out.  I have since learned exactly what the definition of “vigorous” exercise is… and let me tell you, I wasn’t doing it before, no matter what I thought.

I have found out the following…  sitting on my butt I burn 1 calorie per minute.  Doing what I used to consider “vigorous” exercise, but, in fact, has turned out to be moderate?  I burn an extra 4 calories per minute, bringing me up to a whopping 5 calories per minute.  That’s 300 calories in an hour.  My exercise bike would have me believe I burned WAY more than that riding on it.  To get up to “vigorous”, which damn near kills me, I burn another 1 to 2 calories per minute, giving me a rate of 6 or 7, which I can reach for about 20 minutes out of a 45 minute workout.  So if I really bust my ass, I can get up to 400 – 420 per hour working out.

What did your treadmill tell you the last time you ran on it?  Was it higher than that?  Did you look at that number and, like me, think “Oh!  That means I can have CAKE!”  When in real life, you really only burned off half a cookie?

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So, what I’ve really learned so far…  I was previously eating way more than I thought.  I was previously burning way less than I thought.  The mystery of the five pounds… no longer a mystery.

Handily, another week and I should be back to where I started and am most comfortable, then I can go back to eating what I burn.  But this time I’ll actually know what I have burned and what I am eating, so there will be no “mysteries”… I will know damn well that the Chinese buffet trip (and yes, I have calculated it) is 2600 calories all by itself and can balance that with exercise or perhaps eating less the day before and after (because you will take away my monthly Chinese buffet when you pry it out of my cold, dead fingers!)

I hate it when science is right, though, it gets all cocky and “I told you so” and then you never hear the end of it!

 

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I Feel Like I am Focusing on This Too Much

But this whole “no more powdered non-dairy creamer” thing is really a bitch.

Routines are stubborn things, and I desperately want to stick to mine.

I was going to the break room to make a cup of herbal tea and my brain started down the “Well, maybe ONE proper cup of tea with creamer wouldn’t be so bad… just one…

The “Just One” argument is a slippery slope, my friends.  I cannot go there.

I additionally signed up for an online calorie tracker so I could make sure I am eating enough to replace the ridiculous number of calories that went away with my beloved damned creamer.

This has the added benefit of showing me JUST EXACTLY HOW MANY CALORIES I HAVE LEFT TO EAT THAT I COULD TOTALLY USE TO JUST HAVE THE CREAMER, ALREADY!!!

Why is it that high fructose corn syrup is not, you know, counted as an actual vegetable… it’s made of CORN!  Why is it apparently the root of all that is evil in this country (or so the news would have us think).

So between the calorie tracker and the complete lack of being able to have a nice cup of tea, I have pretty much done nothing but sit around obsessing about food, snacks, tea, eating.  What I am eating now, what I will be able to eat next, and if I put in all my food for the day, what if there’s some room left over and how am I going to spend those calories because there is TOTALLY 5 pounds of Halloween candy left right now, and I want some of that too.

I hate my brain today.

 

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What I Like About The First Day of Summer

1) It is one day closer to the last day of summer

2) Nothing else.

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