We all need Buddy-Love!
On a sidenote:
My life during the week has been very methodical: up at 6am, am Yoga if I'm not too tired (was too tired this morning, but I folded laundry instead--FUN!), commute 45-50 minutes to work, work, sometimes run on my lunch break (not lately--saving myself for the half marathon), going to the gym or going running after work, going to evening Yoga class, catching a bite to eat, commuting the 45-50 minutes home at 9pm, getting home, talking to Barre and/or Tatiana, crashing exhausted in bed after chanting/meditation/and/or card reading (which always bumps my spirits up in a happy way). I USED to: do the same thing except instead of Yoga from 7:30-9, I'd hang out with friends, drinking beer or going out to eat, come home at 11, crash, wake up at 6:45 tired and/or hungover, and commute to work.
This drunk-free lifestyle has been great, but the past few weeks I slowly SLOWLY started to feel slightly nostalgic for my old lifestyle, or basically new stimulus. Quitting alcohol has not made me lose much weight--I started out September at about 145 and went up to 147 and down to 142, but ended at 145. I have been eating A LOT because I've been working out A LOT. Not to mention, my body is apparently liking where it's at because it sort of keeps me here with my appetite controlling the set-point. Since I was training, I decided it was unwise to deprive myself, and I also have been eating plenty of healthy fats (nuts, seeds, avocado, dark chocolate) because I know it's all good for my joints and stuff (runners need that fat!).
Still, with the absence of excessive alcohol, there were sugar cravings
and I took a fancy to ice cream and cookies more than I wanted to. That and a few friends/family events where I over-ate due to jollity.
But it seems like whenever I went to 143-142, a while later I got an incredible appetite and ate myself up to 145-ish. Hmmm.
Blessing: I like myself at 145, even though I like myself best under 144. 2 pounds DOES make a difference because at this size, I can see where the fat goes. If you have ever seen a model pound of fat....wait I'm thinking of the model 5 pounds of fat. It's pretty gross.
Anyway, POINT IS, quitting drinking
was not the magical weight loss "trick" for me. However, as I have been maintaining (give or take 2 pounds), I betcha if I was guzzling beer I'd be up another couple pounds or more, possibly (not getting enough sleep makes my will power fall to the fucking floor the next day--when I'm tired, I eat, and when I'm drinking on a given night, my sleep is fair at best). HOWEVER, it has
only been a month....I'm just strategizing my weight loss, here. At this point in my journey, I'm kind of wondering how the hell I got to 143 lbs in the first place, this summer!
What was I doing/not doing?!?!!? I wish I would have tracked it.
Anyway, Friday after work I'm going to my MMA enthusiast S/'s house in Mountain View to have dinner and watch old Prides and crash, so on my way home I can pick up my racing packet at the San Jose Rock n Roll Half Marathon's Open Fair (I have to do this, or pay extra to have it mailed--screw that) before working at the winery, and after winery work I'm going to my girl friend's ex boyfriend's (gulp!) house to kick it, go to a costume party until midnight, say sianarha, borrow his keys, crash at his pad, and leave early for the race (he lives in South San Jose, a 15 minute drive to downtown). He's a very nice guy and my girl friend broke up with him on very amicable terms. Still, he's doing me a favor and it IS a little odd for me. My hermit-ness, which is out of character to begin with, is nervous about hanging out with him and his housemate without homegirl around for the first time, and also about going to the costume party (where I'll be wearing my belly dancing outfit and will most likely have to perform periodically, and I'm a horrible amateur with only a Game Face to save me).
Still, I'm excited to hang out with male company that isn't Chris. Granted, I'm looking forward to tonight.....I just hope I can cheer him up.
He's not going to get his transplant, he found out
It's a matter of time.......Jeezus this is like a Soap Opera!!!
LOL!!!
