It's time for my annual fall trek to celebrate Halloween with my younger granddaughter. It's going to be warm in the Triangle this year – up to 75° tomorrow! Which is great, that means she won't have to cover up her good-witch Glinda gown with a sweater or jacket.
I have to stop for sequins on my way to North Carolina. We're recycling her bride's dress from a couple years ago by adding a little bling to the bodice. She has school all week, so I won't actually get to spend much one-on-one time with her. But trick-or-treat is always fun. And maybe I can walk her to school Friday morning before I head home.
While I'm there I plan to visit the Cary, NC, Trader Joe's for – oh, my, there are so many fun things at TJ's that I can't ever find here in the Middle of Nowhere. I used to haunt the yarn shops when I went to my son's, but I have a lifetime supply of yarn, even after the big purge earlier this year, so fiber searches have gone by the waysid…
there's just not much to write about. But if you're participating in NaBloPoMo, you have to write something.
I try to stay positive. I'm a glass-half-full kinda gal, and almost always have been. When I see something uplifting on Facebook, for instance, I share it. I try not to spread negativity and fear. Faux Noise does plenty of that, and I don't want to play their game.
When someone asks where I go to church (it's a southern thang, people seem to think your faith defines you), I say, "Kindness is my religion."
But I'll tell you what. I could punch a few Tea Partiers, Republicans and, yes, even Democrats right about now.
Probably I ought to go back to bed.
Or take a walk.
P.S. Jen, I replied to your comment yesterday, hope you saw it.
For five consecutive Mondays the scale has given me the same report. It's just information, and I pretty much know what it's going to say on Monday morning, based on the daily weigh-ins which are now part-and-parcel of my morning routine.
I went to a couple different BMI and ideal-weight calculators this morning, hoping I could be done, but knowing I'm not. Each time I filled out my personal stats and clicked the "Calculate" button the result was the same: I'm still a couple points above the tippy top of normal BMI, and I'm still 13.5 pounds above the tippy top of a normal weight for a woman my age and height.
Still, it's been easy to maintain this weight the past month.
This week will be challenging, and will include another cheat meal Thursday night. First time pizza has been on the menu since last winter, but that's what I hear we're having for dinner Halloween night. (I'm going to be at my son's home, helping to pass out candy whil…
Yesterday turned out to be super, weather-wise, and super event-wise as well. We could have had a better turnout, but WV's future Senator made quite a splash, both on the train trip to Hinton and once she got to town.
For those of you who don't know, Hinton used to be a railroad town. My husband remembers the railroad heydays here, and his mother remembers taking trips to Washington, DC, on trains pulled by steam engines. Hinton still has a depot and trains run through here all the time, mostly carrying coal. Passenger trains come and go only a couple times a week.
Hinton's Railroad Days are two weekends celebrating the town's railroad heritage. A passenger train arrives both days of both weekends, from Huntington, WV, with passengers from West Virginia and several surrounding states. We meet a lot of folks from Ohio, Indiana, Kentucky and Pennsylvania.
Natalie Tennant rode the train into town, but left by car for another campaign event in Beckley, just north of Hinton…
Busy day today ... the big event for Natalie Tennant happens at 1 p.m. and I have much to do prior to that. Might write again later, but will probably post a wrap-up tomorrow. Hope y'all have a great day! And if you're someplace where it's as cold as it is here (low- to mid-20s right now!), stay WARM.
As both of you know, I'm a Democrat. Here at KRRE, the wallpaper and blog title are true-blue, and the opinions are unapologetically liberal. I happen to think Democrats have the best interests of We The People in mind when they govern. Republicans haven't given me any reason to change my mind.
So, yeah, I'm a liberal. BUT WHAT KIND? We libs have all kinds of hot-button issues, ranging from protecting the environment to occupying Wall Street. Where do I fall in the left-wing spectrum?
Well there's a quiz out there on the internets that informed me, and I have to agree. (There's a quiz out there on the internets for just about anything, right?)
My Liberal Identity
You are a Social Justice Crusader, also known as a rights activist. You believe in equality, fairness, and preventing neo-Confederate conservative troglodytes from rolling back fifty years of civil rights gains.
Take the quiz at About.com Political Humor
It's just a silly little quiz, but I feel goo…
fried bologna sandwich on white bread with bread-and-butter pickles and a slice of onion.
SERIOUSLY! How weird is that?
What I know about myself as this year of living healthfully winds down and moves into the next one (because I'm NEVER turning back, I feel too good), is that one fried bologna sandwich on white bread with bread-and-butter pickles and a slice of onion wouldn't kill me. And likely wouldn't do any weight-loss damage, either.
I'd probably feel crappy for a day or so. That's happened following my planned cake and s'mores treats in the summer.
I won't indulge, however, because I'd have to drive more than five hours to get the one fried bologna sandwich worth the cheat.
In Waldo, Ohio, a tiny town north of Columbus, is the G&R Tavern, home of a world-famous fried bologna sandwich. Well, maybe just a far-and-wide famous bologna sandwich. My dad and I frequently made the drive up to Waldo for a daddy-daughter lunch.
I spent Monday afternoon lifting, moving and assembling the new furniture we got for our tiny TV room. I felt pretty good yesterday, maybe a little sore but not bad. This morning, though? O. M. G. My shoulders and upper back are really ouchy!
Might be an Aleve day.
We're happy with our decision to go for lower-priced but nice-looking-and-comfortable chairs from Target. They just fit in the space. There's no way any of the super-sized chairs from the grown-up furniture store would have worked.
The lid of the bench lifts for storage – my husband is using his half for current reading material and mine will have a knitting project. Or two. The chair is very comfortable for knitting.
My husband thought we'd have to get some kind of new window treatment. The former loveseat upholstery matchy-matched that drapery fabric. I like it the way it is and don't plan to replace it. I do plan to paint the walls, probably some kind of coffee-with-cream color. Or m…
Because I need it. If you arePERSISTENT,you will get it.If you areCONSISTENT, you will keep it.
As both of you know, I used to post a motivational or inspirational quote on Fridays. That habit has gone by the wayside, but I am still moved by certain quotes and I just couldn't wait until Friday for this one.
I searched for who said it, but I think it's just a random meme. I couldn't find this exact wording on any of the usual quote suspect websites.
Some may wonder about the first part, especially if they look back at how many damned years I've been blogging about weight loss. I was persistent, even when I didn't get it. Oh, I'd take a break now and then – usually over the holidays – but I was almost always trying and I was always wishinghopingpraying.
What I was truly persistent about was figuring out what might work for me. My weight-loss pursuit began at age 11, so I've had more than 50 years to figure it out. I've tried just about everything, includin…
That's how many hours I slept last night. That's what having three five-year-olds visiting will do to you. Or that's what it did to me, anyway. To answer Vickie's question, they are the firstborn. They have a three-year-old sister (who didn't visit this time) who is much calmer, much more focused and much quieter.
It's a girl/boy thing.
I will say this: The fraternal triplet definitely has a different (quieter, calmer, more focused) personality. The twins? Not so much.
So, it's Monday and GUESS WHAT? My weight STAYED THE SAME!
Who's shocked and surprised? Not me. It dipped a little during the week, but began creeping back up over the weekend and I knew I'd be reporting another same old, same old this morning.
Who's getting tired of staying the same? Definitely not me. I'd rather be here than heading back up the scale again. I'm just guessing this is a good time to practice patience and maintain my consistency in both workouts and food co…
As well as a couple breakfasts and lunches? Our five-year-old triplet grandsons (and their dad) will be here late this afternoon.
Don't expect much from me over the weekend. Heh.
We're going to roast wieners over the fire pit for dinner tonight, with s'mores for dessert. I just hope one or more of the children doesn't fall into the fire. There will be one adult present for each child, so hopefully between the three of us grown-ups we can prevent an accident or incident.
And maybe the boys have settled down a bit, now that they're five.
Do boys ever settle down? Heh.
Today is a get-ready day. I'm making cole slaw and guac in the new food processor, and applesauce in the old slow cooker. Cleaning is done. We're going to a local festival tomorrow. Should be fun.
I'm bagging this one (I also bagged one from a couple days ago, which was "Secret." If it's "secret," why would I want to Instagram and blog it?). I looked at some of the examples of first-world problems other Instagrammers had chosen, and decided it just wasn't something I could go for. There were shots of:
a traffic jaman almost-empty coffee jara cracked iPhone screena crying baby in a too-cold swimming poolan empty gas tank indicatorempty plastic water bottlesrunning out of snacks
Makes me think our first-world problems are petty and small and have a lot to do with wretched excess. I'm not playing today.
No more tea, thank you, I've had enough. And I think both of you agree with me.
Not everyone does, of course. I'm just not sure what happened to the ones in the middle. Seems like people are either over here on the left, with me, or waaaaaay over there on the right, waving their Confederate flags and wearing their "Don't Tread on Me" t-shirts.
What's happened to the common good? That's what we should be asking everyone running for Congress next year.
My hope is that this Congressional clusterfuck has woken people up to the idea that we must find the middle again. I'm not going to get everything I want (cough – reduce military spending – cough – end the drug war – cough – protect the environment – cough). But in their quest to dismantle a law they didn't like – a LAW that helps millions of their constituents – the radical right-wing Republicans ended up getting, um, nothing.
[If you are a radical right-wing Republican, riddle me this: How can you b…
Today's the day we fall off the cliff, hit the wall and go to the poorhouse.
I'm sure about one thing: It is crucial, imperative, VITAL to vote for Democrats the very next chance you get.
In New Jersey, that's today. Cory Booker is going to make a fabulous Senator.
West Virginia's primary will be held Tuesday, May 13, so that'll be my next opportunity. Election Day is November 4. I plan to hold my nose and scratch the rooster then, because here in West Virginia it's difficult to find a political candidate who is as left of the salad fork as I am. But I figure if there's a "D" after his or her name, at least we're in the same ball park. (That is, occasionally, debatable.)
My husband's social security check made it to our account this morning, on schedule. We're good for another month. Not sure if the United States will fare as well.
As for me, today, I've already been working for a couple of hours. Democratic headquarters will be op…
This screenshot (my new phone takes screenshots!!!) was part of yesterday's 95-minute outing. I walked with my husband for between five and 10 minutes, then chose an interval run from my updated RunDouble app. This one began with a five-minute warm up. For the next 30 minutes I alternated 60 seconds of running with 60 seconds of brisk walking. A five-minute cool down period followed the run/walk portion.
I know I couldn't keep this pace up for an entire half-marathon, but, um, WOW! I never felt like I was dying during the speedy parts because I knew they'd be over in less than a minute. And I really pushed myself to RUN, not just jog and definitely not just continue walking briskly when I should have been running.
There are lots of interval options: 30:180 all the way up to 180:60. 60:60 sounded manageable, and it totally was. I'm so doing this at least a couple times a week. It will be interesting to see what I'm capable of, now that I'm not lugging around th…
But staying the same AGAIN is better than taking a step or two backwards and recording a gain.
Can I get an AMEN on that?
Two weeks (three weigh-ins) at the same number hardly constitutes a plateau. If I'm still here in a month, then I'll slap that label on. However, since I'm still doing the same stuff and not seeing results, it might be time to do some calorie-cycling or to increase the frequency of the bodyweight training I've been doing.
Whatever. I'm happy, happy, happy.
Happy to see a number I haven't seen in years.Happy to know that everything in my closet and dresser fits.Happy to feel good – pain-free and energetic and, sometimes, sassy.Happy to be satisfied with the amount of food I'm eating.Happy to KNOW how happy I am with my progress, instead of wishing I were done.
I have been increasing that bodyweight training frequency, slightly. I'm trying to remember just to throw some curls or squats in on a daily basis, whenever I think of it, rather…
The New York Jets (West Virginia's new home team, now that former WVU quarterback Geno Smith is starting for NY) and the Denver Broncos (um, Peyton. Need I say more?) are playing back-to-back games on CBS this afternoon. I will be planting my ass on the comfy couch with the big-screen TV, knitting in hand, and enjoying a lazy afternoon.
In order to prepare for several slothful hours, I will walk/run this morning, probably eight miles. I also will throw something in the slow cooker, probably chicken thighs and squash and onions and peppers and mushrooms and coconut milk and curry powder.
I'm salivating just thinking about it.
And here's what I've already accomplished this morning. My inbox went from overflowing to this:
It was a huge batch-delete project, with stops along the way to update a credit card and check out a few free knitting patterns.
Too bad deleting e-mail doesn't burn more calories. Heh.
and my shoe size has gotten significantly smaller.
Yesterday's shopping trip was mostly about looking for a pair of chairs to replace an old and uncomfortable loveseat in what we laughingly and lovingly call our "den." It's a tiny room, only about 9-by-10 feet, but it's where we he watches television, so having comfortable seating is a priority.
We wandered through a real furniture store and sat in dozens of chairs without finding anything we either a) liked or b) could afford. We replaced our living room sofa, chair and coffee table seven years ago for just slightly more than the current price of a good chair!
As we left the store, I mentioned that I thought all the chairs we tried out seemed so … big. My husband said it was because I've lost weight, but I found that hard to believe. Just to be sure, though, I sat in our living room chair (which I love) when we got home. It isn't nearly as wide as the store's current stock.
This week's daily weigh-ins have me the same, the same, the same. Just like last week.
I told my husband the other day that if I hadn't adjusted my eventual goal, I'd be done. (If you're new here, my original plan was to lose 50 pounds, beginning last Christmas, and I gave myself a year to do it.) I still think attaining a normal BMI (I'm still 2.16 points above the upper limit of normal) is achievable, but it's certainly taking longer than I thought it would. In fact, as he said to me, the next 15 pounds might take as long to lose as the first 50 did.
Which might be discouraging, if I think about it too much. I think, though, I'll just keep doing what I've been doing.
The one thing I haven't been doing lately is running. I gotta say using the Cto5K program was pretty motivating. I downloaded the app to the new phone yesterday and discovered lots of new training modules, including fun runs and improver plans. Monday sounds like a good day to start …
Republicans in Congress are still shouting and pointing fingers and blaming the other guy President.
The stock market is still going down, down, down, taking our 401Ks with it.
Federal employees are still furloughed, national parks are still closed, essential government services are limping along and why the hell are there any non-essential services, anyway?
I went shopping yesterday. We needed coffee beans and dog food and groceries and I made a day of it, leaving at 9 a.m. and returning home mid-afternoon. I looked for shoes to wear to the rescheduled JJ Dinner, but didn't find anything I liked that I could afford.
(I won't be wearing that cute little sleeveless black number after all. It would have worked in early October, but November 2 is most likely to be much cooler. I'm wearing a black tank and skirt with a black-and-gold jacket. Not that it matters!)
Kitten suggested in a comment yesterday that I not get rid of my so…
My husband is a history buff, and he's been saying for a while now what Gingerzingi noted in her comment: "No empire or government is eternal." He phrases it a little differently, saying, "All governments fail."
Mr. King, an East Carolina State University student, lives on campus. He was at first denied the right to run for the seat because he had a campus address. The NC Board of Elections overturned that ruling. In this election, that one decision led to change Elizabeth City and the entire state of North Carolina can believe in.
North Carolina's GOP legislature doesn't even want students voting, let alone running for o…
My mood is generally pretty even-keel. I've been known, in my younger days, to have an explosive temper, but as I've, ahem, matured, I've reined in my tendency to act out by blowing up.
Apologizing for misbehaving has a lot to do with this change in behavior. And 22+ years of sobriety have taught me that, yes, I do need to apologize. And really? I'd rather avoid having to apologize.
This past week, however, with all the mad-crazy-insane crap spewing forth from Washington, DC, has me a little ... unsettled.
Democrats in West Virginia were informed last week that the annual Jefferson-Jackson Dinner was being postponed this year due to the government shutdown. It was originally scheduled for this coming Saturday, and will now be held November 2.
I didn't get angry when I got the e-mail. Oh, maybe a little, because I truly think the Tea Party and its ilk are guilty of high crimes and treason and sedition and extortion and intimidation and manipulation. And also they…
It is raining like a MOTHER out there this morning!
Skies are supposed to clear by noon, though; the morning walk will most definitely be postponed until these showers – the tail end of Tropical Storm Karen – move on.
Since it's Monday, it must be official weigh-in day. I stayed the same this week. My daily check-ins have been consistent, so this was no big surprise. I've had only a handful of stay-the-sames this year, but as I inch down toward my ultimate goal, this isn't – and shouldn't be – unexpected.
It's more than likely a good thing, a way to reinforce for me that what I'm doing has, is and will work. I can't emphasize enough how satisfying it is to eat this way. I'm especially astonished at how little I miss eating bread.
If each of my days was spent longing to chew something I'm choosing to eschew, I guarantee you I wouldn't still be paleo-ing my way down the scale.
When my son is furloughed from his newspaper job, as he is for about four weeks a year, he doesn't get paid for that time off. When auto workers are furloughed in order to reduce expenses and improve the bottom line for their companies, they use their personal savings to pay their bills. Or they make arrangements with creditors to pay later, when they go back to their jobs.
And if you were on an unscheduled vacation in which you knew you'd get your paycheck, would you be worried or outraged? Would you be protesting or calling your Congressman, urging them to settle this dispute sooner rather than later? Maybe. But probably not.
There's WAY more to this issue than 800,000 furloughed workers getting paid for not working. Things like constitutional amendments and debt ceilings and…
You win games. Football, baseball, Scrabble, checkers … those are games. Shutting down the government is NOT a game and you should not suggest that you want to "win."
Especially when 800,000 furloughed federal employees aren't winning at all.
I'm kind of wishing we could all go back to a time when ABC, CBS and NBC aired news programming at 6:30 p.m. Or was it 6 p.m.? CNN launched in 1980, but even then wasn't a major player for news.
MSNBC hit the airwaves in the summer of 1996, followed three months later by FauxFox News. The Clinton impeachment (I did NOT have sex with that woman!) happened in 1998, and cable news was ready. Viewers hunkered down in front of their screens, taking sides and watching every last finger-shaking defense from the President of the United States.
And the news hasn't been the same since. And neither have ou…
But this time it has nothing to do with fitness or health or weight loss.
Tuesday's photo post was the 2000th on this blog. My first blog, The Shrinking Knitter, ended nearly two years ago after 694 posts.
I've gotten a bit wordy (and posted a lot of photos!) in the past two years.
A recent commenter asked: Does the book address the cost of Judges not wanting to add people to the system? I see Judges giving people chance after chance to fix contempts rather than telling them to pay up or go to jail.
The book in question is Orange is the New Black, which I recently finished reading. I don't recall any mention of this particular topic in the book. It really wasn't relevant to the author's situation. She was guilty and didn't fight her indictment.
I know a lot of women who are marginally guilty – not turning a dealer boyfriend/husband/son in to the authorities is probably the most frequent "crime." It's a crime because of the way prosecutors interpret …
The government is shut down and the Tea Party won't shut up.
That's my tweet du jour.
In other news, I finished reading Orange is the New Black yesterday. If justice issues aren't your thing, you probably won't enjoy the book. That said, if you're concerned about the cost of incarceration – and I'm not just talking about dollars, but also societal costs – it's an excellent primer on what really happens in prison.
I've been a volunteer at a federal facility for more than a dozen years. I learned more reading Piper Kerman's book than I have in all that time of up-close-and-personal interaction with inmates.
The prison's annual refresher training emphasizes personal safety, identifies contraband and reminds us we to wear close-toed shoes (the better to run in, my dear, in case one of them-thar criminal types gets feisty). The book tells the truth.
The book is very different from the Netflix series. Nearly apples-and-oranges different. The series is…