Sunday: Dinner with one of my oldest friends from Middle School. No matter how many years go by, we always pick right up like there was never an interruption.
Monday: I applied to give a talk to a tiny conference I attend each December. I gave one in 2017 with a coworker. This time it’ll be me, on my own. When the call for applications came out, I wasn’t going to do it, but that (now-former) coworker poked me that I should. And then an outline slowly gained shape in my head….
I feel like Holmes is garnering a LOT of hate because she broke the grifting glass ceiling for women, but I promise I dislike her only as much as I’d dislike a dude who did the same thing.
…and I applied. I’ll find out in April or May, I think.
Tuesday: Ollie scampered down the hall, taking us all by surprise because he’s a pretty slow, laid back old man these days. But he was happy and felt good.
Wednesday: IT’S SPRING, BABYYYYYYYYYYYYY! I’d like to believe I had a better attitude about winter this year.
Thursday: I am grateful that my dentist isn’t charging me for treating the infection that manifested itself in my gum right next to my dental implant.
I gave blood on Tuesday for the first time since my tooth was fixed.
Friday: The end of the week. TNP has an annual conference, and the 3 weeks preceding that conference are pretty high-tension. The conference starts Sunday and after everyone returns our work cycle relaxes through summer.
Saturday: We had a great 3-mile walk. I finished The Secret Life of Violet Grant.
I’m taking an online class to help me be accountable w/r/t fitness: physical and emotional. This is my (tardy) monthly journal entry.
What are some of your expectations that do not match up with reality?
I expect myself to be an all-or-nothing person. I expect to be able to, when dieting, completely give up all junk food. This isn’t the case. This NEVER has been the case. I don’t know why I think this can the case.
Let’s take my favorite snack chip ever. Cool Ranch Doritos.
Look at them.
They’re not good for me. They’re not good for anyone, really. When I try to be “Healthy Kim” I send the Doritos packing. Eventually (usually February) this backfires. Because when I ban Doritos from my life…I eventually break and eat a LOT of Doritos.
The solution for me is moderation. I can snack in moderation. I can drink wine in moderation. (Shut up, I can.) I can eat Hershey Kisses in moderation too. (But not pizza.) Therefore on Monday morning, I took the bags (yes plural, not a typo) of chips and divided them up into small serving-size packs. Done. And you know what? I’m completely fine with blowing 150 calories on 28 grams of Doritos, and I am ALSO completely fine with only eating 28 grams of Doritos. Who knew?
I knew. Why I do NOT listen to myself more boggles my own mind.
What’s working: Water drinking, eating the lunch I bring to work, leaving desk for work, flossing, washing face, work goals
What’s not working: Regular exercise, nail biting (lost that when the gum around my dental implant got infected), guitar practice, did not lose 3 lbs in February. AND I gained back the 2 I lost in January.
Recommitting?: Still in it. I downloaded My Fitness Pal and to my joy, saw that it adds calories to your daily allowance according to how much you exercise. Gamechanger. Your girl Kim is extremely food-motivated. The weather is getting nicer so I can start walking again. And I’m going to scour yard sales for a crappy bike and mix that in.
Two weeks ago, I planted seeds. And they’re sprouting! Yes, I know this is how nature is supposed to work, but I’m still pretty new at this so it’s nice to see things working as intended.
Impatiens at the bottom. Slacker seeds: lavender, rosemary, mint.
The tomatoes were first to sprout. Shortly after, the peppers, basil, dill, and impatiens sprouted. The tomatoes quickly grew too tall for the little greenhouse so I moved them into a foil tray. And, because I have been an idiot in the past, I started labeling the base of the foil tray so I know what is what.
Cherry tomato plant goes here.
It was in the 70s two days this week and I used that opportunity to check on last year’s thyme plant. Sweet merciful crap! It’s still alive! I trimmed back some of the less healthy stems, but I think I have myself a permanent thyme bush now.
I moved the daisies to the front porch, but the winter was not kind to them. I trimmed the dead branches down to the dirt level. Maybe they’ll grow back? They’re supposed to be perennials.
And I have garlic in a pot out front that I planted last fall. The Internet tells me that they went dormant over winter, and I’ll have some garlic to harvest in early summer.
This weekend, I’m going to buy some wood to build a raised box for the yard. I also want a wheelbarrow, but that might be overkill.
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