...when I close my eyes. This last weekend, my parents came up to help L. and I with the yard work. We figured out a few more species (?) of plants in our yard, and went to Fred Meyers to get some additional gardening equipment that will make our lives much, much easier when it comes to the yard. L. and my step dad went up to L.'s old townhouse to do some yardwork to make it a little more appealing for prospective renters. It's amazing how out of control a yard can get without a few weeks of care.
While they were gone, my mom and I went to work in the yard here at the house. We started out with an empty yard-waste bin and ended up with an overflowing one full of weeds, pine needles, leaves, and clipped branches off of trees and bushes. It looks amazingly better. We have a couple more areas to finish up weeding, but it's all pretty much done now. We got a couple of soaker hoses, so we need to lay those around some of the plants in the next few days. That will make watering a lot easier than it currently is.
Tonight, we took some flowers and a card over to our next-door neighbor, G. It was a thank you for hauling away some stuff from our yard for us and helping us out by trying to get in touch with the sellers for a few things. He's been so nice. He invited us in, and we chatted with him and his wife, S., for awhile. We were pleased to hear that they are also liberal, so we had a nice discussion about the state of the union. Turns out that several other neighbors are also liberal, but there are a few conservatives around. I guess that makes for a well-rounded neighborhood. We'll all cancel each other out at the polls this year.
Overall, we're starting to get into our groove here. We still have a lot of unpacking to do, but that is in part due to an uncertainty about how we're going to use certain rooms. I got some of the bathroom stuff unpacked and put away on Saturday after we made a run to Fred Meyers for some baskets and other organizational items. On Sunday, we ordered a corner TV table for our family room, and once we get that, we can situate it and the bookcases, and then unpack everything in here. The table is off getting finished in the same distressed black that most of my furniture is, so it will be a few weeks until we get that piece. The other room is in serious need of some furniture, but we're going a bit slowly because it's rather expensive to buy good-quality pieces. So, that may need to wait a couple of weeks until the next paycheck and then we'll do a little more shopping and get that room in order. Until then, these two rooms are full of boxes. Upstairs, the guest room is full of boxes of collectibles, but L. is going to put those in the attic. Then we just have to tackle the craft/music room and unload everything in there. Right now it's just a mess of boxes and random crap that has nowhere else to go. All in good time, I guess. At least everything is here, so hopefully we'll get it all sorted out over the next few months and then we won't see boxes again for a good, long time.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Beautiful day in the neighborhood
We met several neighbors last weekend at our neighborhood's 4th of July party. Of course, there were like 30 of them and two of us, so I'm hard pressed to remember all of the names right now, but everyone was really friendly and the kids all seemed nice. Three of the families have been living in this neighborhood since the beginning (in the mid-80s). They told us that our house was actually the model house when this development was built, so that was kind of cool to find out. We had the best fireworks display ever, and we didn't even have to leave our own backyard. There were a few different cul-de-sacs nearby that lit off fireworks, and the effect of the whole thing was a great show.
I really like our immediate next door neighbor. He's the first guy we met, and we see him every couple of days. Today as I was heading to the mailbox, I ran into him again and he asked how we were getting along with everything. I told him that we're getting all settled in and trying to figure out a few things. He mentioned that he would try to text-message the sellers to see if he can figure out anything about the gas fireplace that we still can't get working. He also offered to take a few things with him to the dump next time he goes, since the sellers left a few random things in the backyard, like their broken kiddie pool and gardening equipment. Talk about a cool guy.
So far, we have only one semi-unfriendly neighbor. And I don't know whether they're really unfriendly, or just really shy. Sometimes it's a hard thing to figure out which kind of person you're dealing with. Anyway, the people directly across the street from us have been out in their yard a few times now, and both L. and I have tried waving at them or giving them the head bob of acknowledgement. So far, there's been no reciprocation. The guy even abruptly closed the gate on his fence when L. waved. So, I have no idea what's up there. I like to think that it's because we have the best yard in the neighborhood (even according to our friendly neighbors, this is so b/c the sellers worked really hard on the yard and it shows), and those people across the street are kind of runners up. Their yard is very nice and tidy, but has nothing on our landscaping.
To our surprise, we actually kind of like the yard work even more than working indoors. Every night except last night, L. has been out in the front or back of the house mowing, trimming, watering, and seeding. I came home from training the other night and it was still so nice out, that I promptly pulled out my new gardening gloves and knee pads, and went to town on the weeds in the back yard. I had to call my mom to tell her, and she didn't believe it at first. See, weeding was one of my childhood chores and I hated it. I don't even know if the word "hate" is strong enough to explain the emotion I had when weeding. As an aside, my guess is that if you want your kids to grow up and enjoy something, you shouldn't give it to them as their childhood chore. My sister and I were always mad at each other thinking that the other got better chores. I really wanted to vacuum and she didn't mind dusting, but those weren't the assignments. I was too young to work the vacuum, so no dice on that one. Even today, I enjoy vacuuming but hate dusting. Anyway, back to the point at hand. I was weeding, and it was on my own accord. This is nothing short of amazing, but it's kind of different when you are doing something to your own house and yard. Somehow, I don't mind so much now.
Last night, while L. went to do his radio show from midnight to 2:00 AM, I stayed up and prepared the master bedroom for painting. I taped all of the mouldings, window trim, light fixtures, outlets, and the heater vent. I don't know why, but it never seems like painting is that much work until you actually get into it. It's probably because I'm so anal about the whole thing, but I find that doing good prep work is essential when you're working with colors. The moulding, window trim, and doors will remain the same stark white that they are currently. But the rest of the room is getting a good dose of color. Those who know me, know that I despise white walls. So, I picked out a nice beige tone called Seagull Beach (valspar paint) that has a ruddy tone to it and will look wonderful with our mohogany furniture, plum bedding, and it will really make the white trim, moulding, and doors pop. I'm painting one wall a dusty blue/green shade called Autumn Fog (valspar paint, also) and it will coordinate with the drapes I got in the same shade. The drapes will be on one of the Seagull Beach-colored walls, and the opposite wall will be the Autumn Fog-colored wall, so it will all tie together nicely. I got a lightened tone of the Seagull Beach color for the ceiling, and it will also be the color for the master bathroom (which matches the Italian tile) and in the master bedroom closet. So, tonight I'll work on priming the bedroom (the bathroom and closet will be done another time) and then this weekend we'll do all of the painting. Then we can actually set up our bedroom and stop living out of garbage bags and boxes of clothes and shoes.
I really like our immediate next door neighbor. He's the first guy we met, and we see him every couple of days. Today as I was heading to the mailbox, I ran into him again and he asked how we were getting along with everything. I told him that we're getting all settled in and trying to figure out a few things. He mentioned that he would try to text-message the sellers to see if he can figure out anything about the gas fireplace that we still can't get working. He also offered to take a few things with him to the dump next time he goes, since the sellers left a few random things in the backyard, like their broken kiddie pool and gardening equipment. Talk about a cool guy.
So far, we have only one semi-unfriendly neighbor. And I don't know whether they're really unfriendly, or just really shy. Sometimes it's a hard thing to figure out which kind of person you're dealing with. Anyway, the people directly across the street from us have been out in their yard a few times now, and both L. and I have tried waving at them or giving them the head bob of acknowledgement. So far, there's been no reciprocation. The guy even abruptly closed the gate on his fence when L. waved. So, I have no idea what's up there. I like to think that it's because we have the best yard in the neighborhood (even according to our friendly neighbors, this is so b/c the sellers worked really hard on the yard and it shows), and those people across the street are kind of runners up. Their yard is very nice and tidy, but has nothing on our landscaping.
To our surprise, we actually kind of like the yard work even more than working indoors. Every night except last night, L. has been out in the front or back of the house mowing, trimming, watering, and seeding. I came home from training the other night and it was still so nice out, that I promptly pulled out my new gardening gloves and knee pads, and went to town on the weeds in the back yard. I had to call my mom to tell her, and she didn't believe it at first. See, weeding was one of my childhood chores and I hated it. I don't even know if the word "hate" is strong enough to explain the emotion I had when weeding. As an aside, my guess is that if you want your kids to grow up and enjoy something, you shouldn't give it to them as their childhood chore. My sister and I were always mad at each other thinking that the other got better chores. I really wanted to vacuum and she didn't mind dusting, but those weren't the assignments. I was too young to work the vacuum, so no dice on that one. Even today, I enjoy vacuuming but hate dusting. Anyway, back to the point at hand. I was weeding, and it was on my own accord. This is nothing short of amazing, but it's kind of different when you are doing something to your own house and yard. Somehow, I don't mind so much now.
Last night, while L. went to do his radio show from midnight to 2:00 AM, I stayed up and prepared the master bedroom for painting. I taped all of the mouldings, window trim, light fixtures, outlets, and the heater vent. I don't know why, but it never seems like painting is that much work until you actually get into it. It's probably because I'm so anal about the whole thing, but I find that doing good prep work is essential when you're working with colors. The moulding, window trim, and doors will remain the same stark white that they are currently. But the rest of the room is getting a good dose of color. Those who know me, know that I despise white walls. So, I picked out a nice beige tone called Seagull Beach (valspar paint) that has a ruddy tone to it and will look wonderful with our mohogany furniture, plum bedding, and it will really make the white trim, moulding, and doors pop. I'm painting one wall a dusty blue/green shade called Autumn Fog (valspar paint, also) and it will coordinate with the drapes I got in the same shade. The drapes will be on one of the Seagull Beach-colored walls, and the opposite wall will be the Autumn Fog-colored wall, so it will all tie together nicely. I got a lightened tone of the Seagull Beach color for the ceiling, and it will also be the color for the master bathroom (which matches the Italian tile) and in the master bedroom closet. So, tonight I'll work on priming the bedroom (the bathroom and closet will be done another time) and then this weekend we'll do all of the painting. Then we can actually set up our bedroom and stop living out of garbage bags and boxes of clothes and shoes.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Moved in
Well, we're finally all moved into the new house. It was an incredibly busy weekend, and thank goodness L.'s step dad and my sister came to help us with the move. I don't know what we'd have done without them.
Of course, as with any new place, we're trying to figure out all of the kinks like switches that seem to do nothing and various little things that need fixing. Our front door knob kind of imploded inside the door, so L. and his dad spent a good amount of time trying to recover the hardware inside and then put it back together. The sellers did some random things to make the house appear better, but they didn't always do the work well. For instance, they didn't install the towel bar in the bathroom with sheetrock anchors, so that promptly crashed to the floor and will need to be redone. We also had a dickens of a time replacing some light bulbs in a couple of the light fixtures, which are ugly IKEA fixtures that make absolutely no sense. That's high up on the list for replacement.
I picked out two nice paint colors for the bedroom, and we found some curtains and a curtain rod that will go nicely with the furniture in there. We plan to start working on that in the next few days and finish up over the weekend so that we can get the bedroom all put together.
We need to get all of the kitchen stuff put away soon, too, or I won't be able to fit into my new jeans any longer. All of this eating out hasn't been so good for the waistline, so this is my last week of eating whatever. I've kept up with the workouts, and of course with moving boxes and climbing stairs over and over has been good. So, I haven't changed a lot but it's still not a good pattern and I need to get back on board with my diet so that I can get off that last 15-20 pounds.
Of course, as with any new place, we're trying to figure out all of the kinks like switches that seem to do nothing and various little things that need fixing. Our front door knob kind of imploded inside the door, so L. and his dad spent a good amount of time trying to recover the hardware inside and then put it back together. The sellers did some random things to make the house appear better, but they didn't always do the work well. For instance, they didn't install the towel bar in the bathroom with sheetrock anchors, so that promptly crashed to the floor and will need to be redone. We also had a dickens of a time replacing some light bulbs in a couple of the light fixtures, which are ugly IKEA fixtures that make absolutely no sense. That's high up on the list for replacement.
I picked out two nice paint colors for the bedroom, and we found some curtains and a curtain rod that will go nicely with the furniture in there. We plan to start working on that in the next few days and finish up over the weekend so that we can get the bedroom all put together.
We need to get all of the kitchen stuff put away soon, too, or I won't be able to fit into my new jeans any longer. All of this eating out hasn't been so good for the waistline, so this is my last week of eating whatever. I've kept up with the workouts, and of course with moving boxes and climbing stairs over and over has been good. So, I haven't changed a lot but it's still not a good pattern and I need to get back on board with my diet so that I can get off that last 15-20 pounds.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Moving
It's been a really busy couple of weeks. I've been trying to get my condo all ready to be rented, and luckily I found a great property management company, and they promptly found me a renter. So, I've been busting my butt to get everything packed up. I have movers coming tomorrow morning to move all of my furniture and boxes. I honestly can't believe how I managed to pack this much stuff into a 1 bed/1 bath/den place. Amazing...
It became clear a few minutes ago when I tripped over my bed's footboard that I needed to take a break or risk breaking myself. When I've been working on something like this for such a long period of time, I become prone to accidents. So, it seemed like a good time to write a blog entry especially considering I'll have no internet connection for a week. I called Comcast last week, but they were really booked and can't come until next Wednesday. So, I'll miss a couple of programs I've been following, notably "So You Think You Can Dance" and "Design Star". Oh well. I'll be able to catch up with it all next week. L. and I toyed around with the idea of going with a different company for TV/internet but Comcast is just easier even if they do keep making their guide crappier and crappier every time they claim to "improve" it. I keep hoping that Tivo thing will work out soon so that we can get rid of the "Comcastic" experience, which L. and I both use now as an adjective for things that suck.
Overall, I'm in good shape as far as the packing goes. My bedroom, kitchen, pantry, den, storage, and most of the living room are all packed up. I have a few random things hanging out in the living room, but it's pretty good. The only thing left is the bathroom, and honestly if I don't get that packed up tonight, I may just get up a little early in the morning and finish that bit off or just move it myself later. I'm so tired of packing and repairing and preparing. I can't wait to just be in the house once and for all so I can get back to life as I previously knew it.
Today, I had to hang out at the new house and wait for carpet cleaners to come. Originally, they were supposed to come between 9:00 AM and noon, but surprise surprise, they didn't show up until 2:30 PM. It turned out that the gal who booked my appointment didn't write down the time quote, so they were working me in at the end of the day. Unfortunately, that meant that my previous idea of getting back to Redmond for work in the afternoon and for a workout this evening didn't pan out. So, I ended up taking off the whole day and cleaning the kitchen there instead. The carpet cleaners were really nice, and very apologetic, and they did a wonderful job on the carpets.
And even though I have plenty of things that I need to get done at work, I do feel good about having cleaned the fridge and freezer, microwave, countertops, dishwasher, and sink. The only thing I didn't get a chance to deep-clean was the stovetop and oven. But, considering the heat recently, I doubt we'll be cooking up a storm with either of those two appliances any time soon anyway so I can get to those this weekend.
Speaking of this weekend, L. and I won't be having a typical July 4th celebration. L.'s dad is flying in from Montana on Thursday evening, and L., his dad, my dad, and I will all work on moving Lon's stuff on July 4th. We met one of our neighbors, and he invited us to a BBQ that afternoon, so we'll probably take a break to head over there and meet some neighbors. I'm pretty stoked that the neighborhood seems tight like that. Apparently they have a yard clean-up time once a year for the common areas, and they have this neighborhood BBQ every year for the 4th. So, that's pretty cool. I'd like to know my neighbors and be able to count on someone to watch over the house when we're away and vice versa. My sister, L., is coming down on Saturday to stay over and help me finish up any last stuff at my condo and unpack some things at the new place. God bless her soul for giving up a holiday weekend to come down and help us out. That alone makes me feel so much better. L.'s father will be with us until Sunday evening when he flies back to Montana. So, we'll have some good help this weekend to get as much moved and done as possible.
As I sit here on my couch tonight, I realize that this is my last night in my condo. It's sort of bittersweet for me. I'm very excited about the future, and sharing my life and home with my soon-to-be husband. But I will miss my little place in the world here. I've been here for almost three years now, which seems almost a lifetime considering I'd moved every year since starting college before I ended up here. This has been my home, and when I bought this place I knew that it would be a good place for me to build a new life and heal my heart after the divorce. And it was just that. Plus, the location is amazing. I will really miss being 5 minutes from work, and being able to jump on the Burke Gilman trail to head to Redmond Town Center, Marymoor Park, and Bella Botega in a matter of minutes. Redmond has become my town. So, now I'll have to learn all of the cool stuff about Bothell and make it my town. L. and I will be able to do that together, and that's a great thing to look forward to. Tomorrow night will be my first night in my new home with L.
It became clear a few minutes ago when I tripped over my bed's footboard that I needed to take a break or risk breaking myself. When I've been working on something like this for such a long period of time, I become prone to accidents. So, it seemed like a good time to write a blog entry especially considering I'll have no internet connection for a week. I called Comcast last week, but they were really booked and can't come until next Wednesday. So, I'll miss a couple of programs I've been following, notably "So You Think You Can Dance" and "Design Star". Oh well. I'll be able to catch up with it all next week. L. and I toyed around with the idea of going with a different company for TV/internet but Comcast is just easier even if they do keep making their guide crappier and crappier every time they claim to "improve" it. I keep hoping that Tivo thing will work out soon so that we can get rid of the "Comcastic" experience, which L. and I both use now as an adjective for things that suck.
Overall, I'm in good shape as far as the packing goes. My bedroom, kitchen, pantry, den, storage, and most of the living room are all packed up. I have a few random things hanging out in the living room, but it's pretty good. The only thing left is the bathroom, and honestly if I don't get that packed up tonight, I may just get up a little early in the morning and finish that bit off or just move it myself later. I'm so tired of packing and repairing and preparing. I can't wait to just be in the house once and for all so I can get back to life as I previously knew it.
Today, I had to hang out at the new house and wait for carpet cleaners to come. Originally, they were supposed to come between 9:00 AM and noon, but surprise surprise, they didn't show up until 2:30 PM. It turned out that the gal who booked my appointment didn't write down the time quote, so they were working me in at the end of the day. Unfortunately, that meant that my previous idea of getting back to Redmond for work in the afternoon and for a workout this evening didn't pan out. So, I ended up taking off the whole day and cleaning the kitchen there instead. The carpet cleaners were really nice, and very apologetic, and they did a wonderful job on the carpets.
And even though I have plenty of things that I need to get done at work, I do feel good about having cleaned the fridge and freezer, microwave, countertops, dishwasher, and sink. The only thing I didn't get a chance to deep-clean was the stovetop and oven. But, considering the heat recently, I doubt we'll be cooking up a storm with either of those two appliances any time soon anyway so I can get to those this weekend.
Speaking of this weekend, L. and I won't be having a typical July 4th celebration. L.'s dad is flying in from Montana on Thursday evening, and L., his dad, my dad, and I will all work on moving Lon's stuff on July 4th. We met one of our neighbors, and he invited us to a BBQ that afternoon, so we'll probably take a break to head over there and meet some neighbors. I'm pretty stoked that the neighborhood seems tight like that. Apparently they have a yard clean-up time once a year for the common areas, and they have this neighborhood BBQ every year for the 4th. So, that's pretty cool. I'd like to know my neighbors and be able to count on someone to watch over the house when we're away and vice versa. My sister, L., is coming down on Saturday to stay over and help me finish up any last stuff at my condo and unpack some things at the new place. God bless her soul for giving up a holiday weekend to come down and help us out. That alone makes me feel so much better. L.'s father will be with us until Sunday evening when he flies back to Montana. So, we'll have some good help this weekend to get as much moved and done as possible.
As I sit here on my couch tonight, I realize that this is my last night in my condo. It's sort of bittersweet for me. I'm very excited about the future, and sharing my life and home with my soon-to-be husband. But I will miss my little place in the world here. I've been here for almost three years now, which seems almost a lifetime considering I'd moved every year since starting college before I ended up here. This has been my home, and when I bought this place I knew that it would be a good place for me to build a new life and heal my heart after the divorce. And it was just that. Plus, the location is amazing. I will really miss being 5 minutes from work, and being able to jump on the Burke Gilman trail to head to Redmond Town Center, Marymoor Park, and Bella Botega in a matter of minutes. Redmond has become my town. So, now I'll have to learn all of the cool stuff about Bothell and make it my town. L. and I will be able to do that together, and that's a great thing to look forward to. Tomorrow night will be my first night in my new home with L.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Irritated
Do you ever get in a mood where literally every little thing irritates you, no matter how big or small? I'm in that mood today. I can hardly contain myself it seems. It all comes down to this process of buying the house and the irritation I have over every little hoop. Unfortunately, because a lot of people in the past were not responsible with their mortgages and the mortgage industry itself ran amok, L, and I are having to deal with all sorts of different options to try and buy this house. This is despite the fact that we're actually putting 5% down on the house, both have awesome credit scores, both have very established accounts and responsible payment histories, and oh yeah - no revolving debt. Yet, every day now we're receiving emails and calls from our mortgage broker about new rules from lenders in order to get a loan, and we constantly have to fax information over to her to satisfy these ludacris requirements. It's friggin' ridiculous, and it's enough to have completely dissolved my excitement over even getting the house in the first place. I should add that the whole negotiation process with the sellers in the beginning was ridiculous, too, and we almost walked away before they agreed to give in on something for which we absolutely wouldn't budge in the inspection. So, we were already annoyed over that. Now the loan process just adds on to that initial bad taste we had in our mouths over the negotiation process.
L. and I talked for awhile about everything tonight, and God love him, he tried to calm me down. But when I get into this highly irritated state, there's really no pulling me out of it. When our realtor emailed tonight to let us know that the sellers can't meet this weekend so that we can look over the fixes, learn about how a few of the things work, etc. I about lost it. I feel like we've been trying to work along with everyone this whole time and we keep coming up against a wall and then another wall. And when I get to this point, then I'm just done trying to work with anyone on it. At this point, it's my way or the highway. So, L. may have to go to the house sometime during the week to take a look at things on his own because I already have something going every night after work next week, and we have a family wedding next weekend for which we need to pitch in and do a lot of work.
I tried to take some of my aggression out during my squash game tonight with J., but it only helped temporarily. At this point, I can only hope that my excitement returns after we close on the house. Because as it is now, I'm completely pissed off by the whole process and I'm really regretting the whole thing. Ugh!
L. and I talked for awhile about everything tonight, and God love him, he tried to calm me down. But when I get into this highly irritated state, there's really no pulling me out of it. When our realtor emailed tonight to let us know that the sellers can't meet this weekend so that we can look over the fixes, learn about how a few of the things work, etc. I about lost it. I feel like we've been trying to work along with everyone this whole time and we keep coming up against a wall and then another wall. And when I get to this point, then I'm just done trying to work with anyone on it. At this point, it's my way or the highway. So, L. may have to go to the house sometime during the week to take a look at things on his own because I already have something going every night after work next week, and we have a family wedding next weekend for which we need to pitch in and do a lot of work.
I tried to take some of my aggression out during my squash game tonight with J., but it only helped temporarily. At this point, I can only hope that my excitement returns after we close on the house. Because as it is now, I'm completely pissed off by the whole process and I'm really regretting the whole thing. Ugh!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Life update and 20/20 recap
Time for another life update. The rollercoaster continues. As I posted last time, we got the house and decided to rent out both of our existing places. This has turned out to be a lot of work. I finally found a property management company that I like, so I met with them this week and they came by today to take some pictures of my place. They're going to do some research about how much other places in the area are renting for, and they'll let me know a good figure to start with. I have a preliminary idea based on their visit today, but they want to be sure.
In the midst of all of this, I got some very bad news about one of my Grandpa M. He had been having some heart problems recently, and they're still trying to figure out what's going on there. He has fainting spells, but it appears that one part of his heart beats too fast while another part beats too slowly. It's very odd. But on top of that, they found out that he has lung cancer. He's in the 10% of lung cancer patients who have never smoked. It was quite a blow. They found something in his pancreas, so they're trying to figure out whether it's cancer, and if so whether the cancer actually started in his lungs or his pancreas. Needless to say, this is all not good news. He's in the hospital now in Spokane under watch for his heart problems. His cancer doctor returns next week and he's supposed to start chemo, but we're not sure how that's all going to happen with these fainting spells and his heart issues. I'm praying that they can figure out what's going on with his heart so that he can start chemo and get better. But I must admit that the diagnosis doesn't look good.
So, I've definitely had a full plate with these issues in addition to work. The product I'm documenting is in ship mode now, so we're all extremely busy getting it ready for prime time and as always, there are last-minute issues to attend to.
This doesn't really help matters when there is a lot going on in both my professional and my personal life. As such, I've really fallen off track with my diet. The sucky part is that I now know better. But I still make bad choices when I get into an emotional state. It's really incredible how powerful emotions are sometimes. When I weighed in last Thursday, I was up almost 6 pounds from my last weigh in, but I had an idea that was skewed a little bit by water weight from the carbs, sodium, and the point I was at in my monthly cycle. That turned out to be true. I'm now only up about two pounds. But it's still not a good thing, and I don't want it to become a pattern.
My dietician gave me a plan to help get me back on track, and I've been trying to adhere to it, but I don't always. Sometimes I'm better than others. I kept up on the exercise, which is good. At least that is something that I haven't fallen off on except for a bit this week since I've been sick and having some allergy troubles plus just plain exhausted. But, I'm on the upswing, so I'll be back in the gym with my trainer on Friday.
The biggest thing that I'm trying to remind myself is that this is how life is sometimes. I'm not perfect, and I can't expect to be perfect. I've struggled with emotional eating all of my life, and I will continue to do so for the rest of my life. However, this time I do have the support of the people around me to get back on the horse (even if I have to do it over and over again until I stay on), and I am likely making somewhat better choices than I would have in the past. My hope is that in the next week or so, things will even out a little bit all around and I can refocus on my health goals. But right now, there are too many things competing for my attention and I'm just burned out. So, the most I can do is keep exercising, because that does really make me feel better, and I can try to make better diet choices and not beat myself up when I give in on something right now. I know that I'm not going let myself balloon back up, and two pounds gained is still 44 pounds down, which is nothing to sneeze at. So as long as I can maintain here a little bit, I can pick it up with renewed vigor soon. C'est la vie!
In the midst of all of this, I got some very bad news about one of my Grandpa M. He had been having some heart problems recently, and they're still trying to figure out what's going on there. He has fainting spells, but it appears that one part of his heart beats too fast while another part beats too slowly. It's very odd. But on top of that, they found out that he has lung cancer. He's in the 10% of lung cancer patients who have never smoked. It was quite a blow. They found something in his pancreas, so they're trying to figure out whether it's cancer, and if so whether the cancer actually started in his lungs or his pancreas. Needless to say, this is all not good news. He's in the hospital now in Spokane under watch for his heart problems. His cancer doctor returns next week and he's supposed to start chemo, but we're not sure how that's all going to happen with these fainting spells and his heart issues. I'm praying that they can figure out what's going on with his heart so that he can start chemo and get better. But I must admit that the diagnosis doesn't look good.
So, I've definitely had a full plate with these issues in addition to work. The product I'm documenting is in ship mode now, so we're all extremely busy getting it ready for prime time and as always, there are last-minute issues to attend to.
This doesn't really help matters when there is a lot going on in both my professional and my personal life. As such, I've really fallen off track with my diet. The sucky part is that I now know better. But I still make bad choices when I get into an emotional state. It's really incredible how powerful emotions are sometimes. When I weighed in last Thursday, I was up almost 6 pounds from my last weigh in, but I had an idea that was skewed a little bit by water weight from the carbs, sodium, and the point I was at in my monthly cycle. That turned out to be true. I'm now only up about two pounds. But it's still not a good thing, and I don't want it to become a pattern.
My dietician gave me a plan to help get me back on track, and I've been trying to adhere to it, but I don't always. Sometimes I'm better than others. I kept up on the exercise, which is good. At least that is something that I haven't fallen off on except for a bit this week since I've been sick and having some allergy troubles plus just plain exhausted. But, I'm on the upswing, so I'll be back in the gym with my trainer on Friday.
The biggest thing that I'm trying to remind myself is that this is how life is sometimes. I'm not perfect, and I can't expect to be perfect. I've struggled with emotional eating all of my life, and I will continue to do so for the rest of my life. However, this time I do have the support of the people around me to get back on the horse (even if I have to do it over and over again until I stay on), and I am likely making somewhat better choices than I would have in the past. My hope is that in the next week or so, things will even out a little bit all around and I can refocus on my health goals. But right now, there are too many things competing for my attention and I'm just burned out. So, the most I can do is keep exercising, because that does really make me feel better, and I can try to make better diet choices and not beat myself up when I give in on something right now. I know that I'm not going let myself balloon back up, and two pounds gained is still 44 pounds down, which is nothing to sneeze at. So as long as I can maintain here a little bit, I can pick it up with renewed vigor soon. C'est la vie!
Sunday, June 08, 2008
The house
So, we ended up getting the house. We're really excited about it, and now we have a ton to do before the end of the month when we get it.
Here are some details about it:
2-story, built in 1984
3 bedrooms
2.5 bathrooms, including a remodeled powder room downstairs and a remodeled master bathroom upstairs
Huge, well planned and maintained yard
Living room and family room
Open kitchen with dining room
I put pictures up on my Flickr page.
I've already lined up professional movers to move all of my stuff. I live on the third floor of a quaint condo building that has no elevator. After everyone suffered getting my stuff moved in (and that was even without all of the furniture that I have now), I decided that it would be well worth the money to pay professionals to move my stuff to Bothell. We're going to move L.'s stuff, mostly because he doesn't have a ton of things and we're putting some things up on Craigslist to practically give away so that someone takes them and we don't have to move them. It will be a busy month ahead for us!
Here are some details about it:
2-story, built in 1984
3 bedrooms
2.5 bathrooms, including a remodeled powder room downstairs and a remodeled master bathroom upstairs
Huge, well planned and maintained yard
Living room and family room
Open kitchen with dining room
I put pictures up on my Flickr page.
I've already lined up professional movers to move all of my stuff. I live on the third floor of a quaint condo building that has no elevator. After everyone suffered getting my stuff moved in (and that was even without all of the furniture that I have now), I decided that it would be well worth the money to pay professionals to move my stuff to Bothell. We're going to move L.'s stuff, mostly because he doesn't have a ton of things and we're putting some things up on Craigslist to practically give away so that someone takes them and we don't have to move them. It will be a busy month ahead for us!
Friday, June 06, 2008
Clever commercial
I fell in love with this commercial the other night when I first saw it. Enjoy!
According to information, no birds were harmed in the filming of this.
According to information, no birds were harmed in the filming of this.
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