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captainsblogIt's been a fun day so far. We sat down to watch Where the Wild Things Are last night, and as I went to put on my glasses,... well? No glasses.
I KNEW I'd had them just before coming home from assorted rounds yesterday, because I distinctly remembered taking them off at the hairstylist's when I got the mangy mane cut down to size at the end of the day. A quick call over there confirmed that, no, they didn't have them, so I just moved a chair closer to the television and hung out with Max and the gang until we all ran out of gas somewhere 'round 9 last night. (Eleanor had worked a full Good Friday of supermarket pre-Easter frenzy- the Catholics may still fast but they darn sure shop for food a lot that day- and between last weekend's trip and three straight up-early days for court and dentistry before yesterday, I was fairly wiped out myself. That and slightly blind for distance vision.
When all of us were up today, I resumed the search in all the usual places- and more than a few unusual ones. When the hairstylist opened at 10, I went in person (wearing my prescription sunglasses, Ossifer) to be sure the stylist hadn't tucked them away, but she was there and hadn't. Next, I used the opportunity to clear annoying piles from desk, kitchen and living room in the hope of finding them in or under one of them. Finally, I made the resolution to get a new pair, and even asked Eleanor to come with, since she'd be looking at the damn things a lot more than I ever would.
One more look through the top left desk drawer, the top middle one, and,.... oh! There's a top right one! But that only has a box of envelopes in it, right?
....or, um,... would you believe a box of envelopes with a pair of eyeglasses in it?
I swear, sometimes I think Lasix would be worth it.
----
Then there's what I haven't lost. Over the weekend, I got one of those mouths-of-babes remarks from my older niece's younger daughter, soon after I changed out of my church-going suit and back into my jeans and t-shirt for the ride home. She turned to my niece and said, "Mommy, does he have a baby growing in his stomach like Aunt Nicole did?"
Yeah, it's gotten worse. Not worse enough to trouble the doctor a month or so ago, but enough since then, likely caused to some extent by my having fallen way off in gym activity and fallen up in eating and (adult) drinking activity. Before this gets any worse, I've set three goals that I hope will be manageable:
(1) Cutting down, and if necessary cutting out, the alcohol consumption. Not only is it pretty high-caloric itself (even though I water down my wine 50/50 with diet Spritey stuff), but it is also pretty high-stupidity. I'm hoping that better judgment in the evenings will lead to better judgments.
(2) Getting back with a trainer. Our gym has been on the verge of a major expansion of its programs and classes (at least in theory- best as I can see, they've taken on no new space, and there are about three dozen spinning bikes tucked into the cubby under the raised stairs where the treadmills and ellipticals are, which would be great if my last name was Baggins but, at present, somewhat less useful), so I'm hoping I can find and stick with some combination of exercises that will work at my metabolism and my brain without causing too much ache or pain.
(3) The hardest adjustment to ask for was in the home kitchen. Eleanor is a foodie of the highest order, and really enjoys the thinking and the making as well as the eating. She's from the cook-serves-you school of thought, and I'm always hesistant not to eat everything put in front of me so it doesn't come out as rejection of all the effort. (Plus, more on the plate generally equates to more on the sauce, which makes me more of a moron with later choices.) So I've asked that we go to a self-serve system in the hopes that less will be appreciated more.
We'll see how it goes. Hopefully, in time, we'll see less- but in better focus;)
I KNEW I'd had them just before coming home from assorted rounds yesterday, because I distinctly remembered taking them off at the hairstylist's when I got the mangy mane cut down to size at the end of the day. A quick call over there confirmed that, no, they didn't have them, so I just moved a chair closer to the television and hung out with Max and the gang until we all ran out of gas somewhere 'round 9 last night. (Eleanor had worked a full Good Friday of supermarket pre-Easter frenzy- the Catholics may still fast but they darn sure shop for food a lot that day- and between last weekend's trip and three straight up-early days for court and dentistry before yesterday, I was fairly wiped out myself. That and slightly blind for distance vision.
When all of us were up today, I resumed the search in all the usual places- and more than a few unusual ones. When the hairstylist opened at 10, I went in person (wearing my prescription sunglasses, Ossifer) to be sure the stylist hadn't tucked them away, but she was there and hadn't. Next, I used the opportunity to clear annoying piles from desk, kitchen and living room in the hope of finding them in or under one of them. Finally, I made the resolution to get a new pair, and even asked Eleanor to come with, since she'd be looking at the damn things a lot more than I ever would.
One more look through the top left desk drawer, the top middle one, and,.... oh! There's a top right one! But that only has a box of envelopes in it, right?
....or, um,... would you believe a box of envelopes with a pair of eyeglasses in it?
I swear, sometimes I think Lasix would be worth it.
----
Then there's what I haven't lost. Over the weekend, I got one of those mouths-of-babes remarks from my older niece's younger daughter, soon after I changed out of my church-going suit and back into my jeans and t-shirt for the ride home. She turned to my niece and said, "Mommy, does he have a baby growing in his stomach like Aunt Nicole did?"
Yeah, it's gotten worse. Not worse enough to trouble the doctor a month or so ago, but enough since then, likely caused to some extent by my having fallen way off in gym activity and fallen up in eating and (adult) drinking activity. Before this gets any worse, I've set three goals that I hope will be manageable:
(1) Cutting down, and if necessary cutting out, the alcohol consumption. Not only is it pretty high-caloric itself (even though I water down my wine 50/50 with diet Spritey stuff), but it is also pretty high-stupidity. I'm hoping that better judgment in the evenings will lead to better judgments.
(2) Getting back with a trainer. Our gym has been on the verge of a major expansion of its programs and classes (at least in theory- best as I can see, they've taken on no new space, and there are about three dozen spinning bikes tucked into the cubby under the raised stairs where the treadmills and ellipticals are, which would be great if my last name was Baggins but, at present, somewhat less useful), so I'm hoping I can find and stick with some combination of exercises that will work at my metabolism and my brain without causing too much ache or pain.
(3) The hardest adjustment to ask for was in the home kitchen. Eleanor is a foodie of the highest order, and really enjoys the thinking and the making as well as the eating. She's from the cook-serves-you school of thought, and I'm always hesistant not to eat everything put in front of me so it doesn't come out as rejection of all the effort. (Plus, more on the plate generally equates to more on the sauce, which makes me more of a moron with later choices.) So I've asked that we go to a self-serve system in the hopes that less will be appreciated more.
We'll see how it goes. Hopefully, in time, we'll see less- but in better focus;)
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Date: 2010-04-03 09:18 pm (UTC)I am trying to get into some routine of better eating. So far...pretty good. I'm not giving up pancakes, though. I don't drink, so that's not an issue. My big issue is exercise. I hate to do it because the fibro and arthritis lay me out when I do. That being said, there is a water excercise/therapy program at the local wellness center that I want to check out this summer.
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Date: 2010-04-04 02:21 pm (UTC)But I'm not bitter. Oh no.
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Date: 2010-04-05 12:46 pm (UTC)