Category Archives: getting in shape!

2.12.12 checkin

I haven’t done my ROW80 updates this week, but there wasn’t really anythng to tell. I haven’t been doing my 5 minutes, I haven’t been exercising, I haven’t been doing a lot of things.

I also haven’t been working; I got laid off from the job I’d had for almost 6 years on Tuesday. It was a surprise, but most definitely a GOOD surprise. My friend B and I decided that I could take the week off because of the layoff so I can relax and get used to it and get it all out of my system. This week, we start the business plan, fix up my doula website, and start figuring out how that business is all going to look–and what else I’m going to do until my doula business hopefully becomes self-sustaining.

Of course, I’d rather just keep doing what I was doing this week, with a little more writing thrown in. It’s been very relaxing…very nice. 😉

I did just buy a new computer yesterday, since I have to return the work one tomorrow. This one isn’t anything fancy; it’s got Windows 7 on it, but none of the Microsoft suite yet. Gotta love friends with Microsoft hookups for software… I mention the new computer, however, because the bootup time is pretty fast in comparison to the work computer (less than a minute as compared to about 10 minutes!), so I can get up in the morning, turn on the computer, go grab a drink of water, and come back, sit down, and do my morning writing. Now THAT’S pretty amazing! Looking forward to Monday morning, for the first time in a long time!



very sad birthday

Now I’ve had some not too fun birthdays over the years. Two years ago, in fact, I was deep in the throes of pneumonia, which I thought was just the worst.

Yesterday, unfortunately, took the cake.

My previous post, “sick kitty is sick…”, was about my kitty Theodora being sick (obviously). I was obviously very hopeful that she would get better. But over the past week of in and out of the vet, putting in a feeding tube so she wouldn’t have to fight over force-feeding, and dealing with her sister Wanda’s reaction to “that cat smells BAD!”, it became very clear to me yesterday that Theo was just miserable and suffering. Every time we tried to give her food through her feeding tube (no matter how slowly), she would throw it up.

So I made an appointment at the vet, they gave her a sedative, I held her until she fell asleep, and I left her there. Hardest decision I’ve ever made, and it totally sucked. Still does suck. She was snoring when I left–a VERY Theo thing to do–and twitching a little like she was dreaming. Also a VERY Theo thing to do. It made me feel better to know she was peacefully asleep, and that’s how I remember her when I was leaving.

In a VERY strange turn of events–one of those “holy crap, it’s a small world!” things…one of the vets who had been caring for Theo is from the small city just south of the small city where I grew up. We didn’t figure it out at the time, but later on, my brother told me that she’d been in his class at our very small Catholic grade school for a few years. He remembered she’d moved, and he remembered seeing her at our university a few times as well. And now she’s a vet at an awesome cat clinic in Seattle. Weird…but somehow a little comforting, as well. I’ll be dropping her a note to thank her, and I’ll let her know about that. 🙂

For now…it’s work time. Well, it’s been work time, and I’ve been working as I write this. Hopefully I’ll get some writing time in while I’m here, too; my goals of writing and walking in the mornings haven’t gotten going yet, but they will. It’s high time.



on packing, moving, and being a girly girl

I got an apartment on Monday. Whew! Total relief. It’s smaller than I remember, but that just means I get to get rid of more STUFF!!! This is all good, trust me. Of course, now that I have the apartment and CAN start to move stuff, I have no motivation. *sigh* My friend B has offered to come over and help me pack on Friday morning…and I might just take her up on it, if I can clean some things up first… My room is a little bit gross right now. 😛

Now, the girly girl thing: I’m not a girly girl. I don’t usually wear pink, I hate ruffles, I’m super-picky about skirts, and my wardrobe is just not that big. It was mentioned to me the other evening, by a friend whose judgment I trust, that it’s possible that I don’t get a lot of attention from guys because I kind of dress like your stereotypical sporty lesbian. Jean and sandals or trainers, tank tops that aren’t particularly feminine, etc.

I’m also not a petite girl, so with all the tank tops I wear (I tend to buy multiples in different colors) and my broad, fairly muscular shoulders, I can completely see my friend’s point. My female, completely non-lesbian friend. This actually explains some things about who hits on me, come to think of it…

So my next mission, after I finish moving, is to start expanding my wardrobe out of sporty and into a little more girly. Still probably not gonna be a lot of pink, and ruffles will likely be few and far between…but I’ll work on it. With thanks to B. 🙂


my big brother’s birthday

So it’s February 17th, and that means my big brother D turns 38 today. How does he feel about this? No idea; I haven’t called him yet. I imagine he’s treating it like any other day–he’s really pragmatic like that.

Question: when I call him, do I pick on him for NOT calling me for MY birthday last month? 😉

This is my ROW80 check-in post as well, and my first post here in a few days.  2028 words, which isn’t a lot since the last update, but it’s something.

I also have a new personal trainer, who I LOVE. And when I say “new”, I don’t mean I replaced a previous trainer or anything; L is my first one. I LOVE HER. She was in my doula training class with me, and she mostly works with mothers and mothers-to-be, but I asked, and she said yes. She kicked my (not so) little butt around the little gym where we meet on Monday morning, and now I’m doing stairs here in my building 4 times a day to keep moving. And I’m supposed to do more cardio as well, but I haven’t as yet. It’s very, very hard for me to get up and do anything early in the morning unless I’m doing something WITH someone–like walking around the lake with my walking partner, T.

This reminds me…it’s time to go do steps. I should probably tie my shoelaces first, though. 😉


wanted: someone to be the boss of me

I spend a lot of time in my life trying to decide what to do. What should I eat? What should I wear? How should I pay that bill? What should I do with my “extra money”? (Okay, that doesn’t happen too often, I admit.) How can I start cleaning my pig sty of a room? What’s the best way to pay off my debt? What can I do to get through my next months at my job that I HATE without melting my brain and being absolutely miserable???

The one that’s been bothering me that I feel like I can do something about it is cleaning my room. That shouldn’t be hard, right? I just start picking stuff up, putting stuff away, and folding clothes. Then there’s paper shredding and deciding what to keep and what to throw away, and how to throw some of that stuff away, and then dealing with the actual disposal and going and doing stuff and… I get all lost in the contemplation of all that, and I totally get caught, and then I have to lie down and read or something equally as non-constructive. It’s like writer’s block, only room-cleaning block.

So in the car on the way home, I got the idea to get an organizer–just bring someone in for a day or a few hours over a couple of days. I remember last year sometime one of my roommates had an organizer for a little while, and I was thinking I could maybe get her info from him and see if she can come help me out. Depending on how much she costs, of course.

Then I got to thinking that I really need more than someone to just organize my room. I need someone to tell me what I need to do. Not what I should do; not my options of things from which to choose; not a soft little suggestion. Someone needs to tell me what to do–with my money, with my time, with my stuff. There can be some discussion, because I discuss, and the boss of me needs to be able to adjust every now and then if I have good reasoning for not doing something specific.

From here, I’d say the best person for this position would be my mom, but I don’t think she’d be up for that anymore. Yes, she’s still my mom; yes, we talk and discuss various avenues of actions and things, and I actually tend to take her advice on a lot of stuff. But the last time I asked her to help me organize my stuff, it didn’t go well. She was worried that she might push me into something I didn’t want to do. But I needed her to tell me what to do… *sigh*

So I’ll start with the organizer, I guess, and see what I can do from there.

But a regular boss for all the decisions I need to make from day to day…that’s what I really want. You know, until I wake up tomorrow morning after sleeping well and everything looks better than it does tonight. But still getting the organizer.