I meant to post this yesterday, but spent the day lazing about.
Week 4 of Move 2008 is over, and I had another pretty good week.
Mileage for the week: 23.15
Mileage for 2008: 80.49
I did two weight/strength training workouts, and hit the yoga mat every day.
Today I went for an hour long walk outside to enjoy the wintry scenery. The weather is expected to warm up into the 40’s today and near 50 tomorrow. All that beautiful snow and ice will turn to mud.
I took this photo from out on the middle of the pond. I was walking on water. 8)
(Sunlight on snow & ice. January 2008. © Robin)
I was going to take one more sled run down the hill, but there’s no one around to pick me up if I fall and break something or end up in the pond instead of on it.
It’s cold. We’ve had snow. The pond is frozen. And life is good.
I’ve run out of things to write about so it’s time to resort to a meme. Friday’s Feast looks like fun, so here goes…
This quiz has been making the rounds, and I couldn’t resist.
But… lavender blush??
|you are lavenderblush
Your dominant hues are red and magenta. You love doing your own thing and going on your own adventures, but there are close friends you know you just can’t leave behind. You can influence others on days when you’re patient, but most times you just want to go out, have fun, and do your own thing.
Your saturation level is very low – you have better things to do than jump headfirst into every little project. You make sure your actions are going to really accomplish something before you start because you hate wasting energy making everyone else think you’re working.
Your outlook on life is very bright. You are sunny and optimistic about life and others find it very encouraging, but remember to tone it down if you sense irritation.
|the spacefem.com html color quiz|
Week 3 already? This year is going by too fast already. I suppose that’s what happens when you’re having fun and living life.
Or getting older.
So, here we go. My stats for week 3 of Move 2008:
- I walked 22.57 miles this week. Total for the year: 56.34 miles
- I did two weight/strength training sessions this week.
- I reduced my daily yoga goal from 20 minutes per day to 15 minutes per day because it seems more realistic. I met that goal.
- I’ve lost 11 lbs. since we moved back home from Sabbaticalville.
- One week of counting Points on Weight Watchers has gone by and yielded no weight loss to speak of (about half a pound), but I suspect getting back into weight training has something to do with that.
In other news…
I was sick yesterday and spent most of the day in bed. The waves of nausea were overwhelming and the only thing to do was sleep it off.
It’s cold here, as predicted and exclaimed upon by the local news organizations. For those who don’t know what cold looks like, here it is:
(The pond at 10 degrees.)
The high was around 12 degrees today. Tonight is going to be wickedly cold since the skies are clear.
M has declared that there will be ice skating on the pond tomorrow. Grab your skates and come on over. Be sure to bundle up. I’m sure it will be cold.
(Mission Beach sunset. © Robin)
My English Nutter friend reminded me that today is my 7th Smoberversary. I don’t know how I could have forgotten it, but it’s a good sign that I did.
For those that don’t know, smober is a term us ex-smokers use to describe our quit status. You can learn more about this crazy world of quitting by visiting QuitNet. They have some excellent tools to help you get started if one of your resolutions for 2008 is to quit. Enjoy the quitmeter, too. I know I do.
Here are my Quit Stats:
- I have not smoked for 2556 days, 20 hours, 15 minutes, and 14 seconds.
- I have not smoked 153,412 death sticks (cigarettes).
- Lifetime saved: 39 months, 1 day, 21 hours
- Money not spent on those death sticks (but not saved because I spent it on something else): $38,340.00
Quitting smoking was one of the best things I’ve ever done for myself.
I should remind myself of my successes more often. It might help me in reaching my current goals if I remember that quitting smoking was difficult, but I did it.
I wrote the following sometime in the beginning of my quit and have added to it from time to time. I post it somewhere every year on my Smoberversary.
The joys of quitting …..
….. the smell of freshly baked bread, daffodils and other flowers, fresh air, sheets that have been dried outside in the wind and sunshine, the earth after a spring shower, scented candles and incense, perfume, buttered popcorn, a freshly peeled orange, and pine needles on a forest floor.
….. the real taste of all those foods I enjoy.
….. hiking up steep hills and climbing stairs without gasping for breath or feeling like I’m going to have a heart attack.
….. sleeping through the night without coughing, wheezing, or waking up craving a smoke.
….. it’s true what they say: Sex really is better when you don’t smoke.
….. lots of spare time to use as I like rather than as a slave to my addiction.
….. the joyous feeling of accomplishment, of knowing I made it through the last craving, of knowing that I’m winning this battle, of knowing that if I can do this, I can do ANYTHING.
….. the journey into who I am and what I am and what I wish to become.
….. learning how to express my anger right away rather than letting it build up to the ultimate explosion. Learning that tears are a river of cleansing and healing. Learning to live life by really feeling it rather than hiding behind a smokescreen.
….. digging deep and finding out that I really do have the strength to do this.
….. healthy, glowing skin and fewer wrinkles. Good hair days. A twinkle in my eyes. White teeth. No more yellow stains around my mouth and on my fingers.
….. living in the moment and appreciating the small joys of life as I take this journey one step, one moment, one hour, and one day at a time.
….. deep, deep, deep breaths which reach down into my toes and seem to go on forever.
….. the look of love and pride on the faces of my husband and sons.
…. the look of love and pride on my own face.
….. the knowledge that it DOES get better if I wait long enough.
….. the swing of my arms, the roll of my hips, and the increasing strength of my muscles and lungs as I take my daily walks.
….. the freedom to no longer worry about whether or not I stink of cigarette smoke when I go out with friends who are non-smokers.
….. the freedom to enjoy a movie, a play, a concert, or a party without worrying about and looking for a smoke break.
….. more energy and a general over-all feeling of being fully, in living color, alive and well.
….. kissing my husband and knowing I don’t taste like an ashtray.
….. training for a marathon, something I never could have done while I was smoking.
….. going on holiday and sleeping in a clean smelling non-smoking hotel room.
….. leaving behind the constant, every 15-20 minutes, craving for a cigarette and knowing that those cravings may occasionally come around as a minor urge, but they’ll never again control my life as long as I tend to my quit.
….. celebrating my One Year anniversary of freedom on January 19, 2002, which is when it finally sunk in that I am really doing this, without one cheat, puff, or slip.
….. the snow-ball effect of moving from one self-improvement project to another because now I truly know, more so than when I first wrote this, that I can do anything I set my mind to doing.
….. celebrating my Two Year anniversary of freedom on January 19, 2003, and realizing that I wasn’t counting anymore.
….. getting together with old friends and family that I haven’t seen in a while and having them comment on how healthy I look.
….. taking off the weight I gained when I first quit (27 lbs.) and taking off more weight now that I truly know I’m capable of doing whatever I set my mind to do. Quitting taught me that valuable lesson. It’ll teach you, too.
….. celebrating a third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh smoberversary, and having to be reminded about each of them.
….. voting to go smoke-free in the Bogs and having it pass. It’ll be great, when we move back, to be able to go to restaurants, clubs, and bars without having to suck in someone else’s poisonous smoke. (Sabbaticalville is not smoke-free, much to my displeasure.)
….. enjoying the smoke-free environments here in the Bogs without having to go outside in the cold or rain or snow to get a fix.
That’s the short list.
Has this journey of quitting been easy? No. And I appreciate it all the more because of the effort I’ve had to make to get as far as I have. It’s also important to realize that it hasn’t always been hard, either. The joyous, positive moments far outweigh the crappy, struggling moments. I think that’s one of the keys to quitting…..counting up those joyous moments, no matter how small, and being grateful for them.
The local news has been making a really big deal about this:
The deep freeze is coming. It’s going to get cold (single digits) and snow here in the Bogs.
As if that isn’t to be expected in January.
Sometimes I wonder if television news shouldn’t be abolished. It’s not as if they report on any real and actual news. Even when they do have a potentially interesting story they don’t bother to dig into it. Instead we get sound bites and blurbs.
Sadly, I think I learn more through reading blogs than I do from watching television news.
I received a reminder from the American Heart Association today that February 1st is National Wear Red Day here in the U.S. Click on the link to find out more about it so you can get your red ready, and perhaps participate in some other ways.
Wear Red Day is also a day for you to make the decision to start giving your own heart some love by treating it right: exercise, healthy foods, lowering stress, and knowing your numbers and risk factors.
Heart disease and stroke, for those that don’t know, is the #1 killer of women (and men!). Not breast cancer, which gets more press. Heart disease and stroke.
M’s birthday was yesterday. We had a nice celebration at our favorite Thai restaurant. They’ve redecorated since we were last there (sometime before M’s sabbatical). New furniture, new cutlery, new dishware, new glasses, and a new menu. Our favorites were still on the menu, and we enjoyed an excellent meal in the lovely new decor.
I finished reading Tender at the Bone: Growing Up at the Table by Ruth Reichl. Reichl is (was?) a New York Times restaurant critic and editor-in-chief of Gourmet magazine.
Tender at the Bone is a coming-of-age story (or stories), about how Reichl came to love food. Some of the stories are funny, some are touching. The book is jam packed with colorful characters. Reichl tells her story simply and in a style that I thoroughly enjoyed.
There are recipes included in the chapters, and I’m looking forward to trying out a few of them.
I think this book has turned me into a lover of the “foodie” genre of books. I’m looking forward to reading Ruth Reichl’s next book: Comfort Me With Apples: More Adventures at the Table.