Friday, February 08, 2013
That's what I'm feeling like today! Hubby's taken the day off and is busy installing a ceiling vent in our kitchen. It's gonna be great . . . but until then, we have holes in the ceiling and boxes and pipes and metal frames and tools and ladders all over the place.
I'm so proud of my hubby. He's definitely the cook in the family. He weighed 235 lbs when I started my Spark adventure. Just by making some minor adjustments in his cooking style, he began to drop the pounds too. Now his range is between 204 and 207 pounds. How cool is that!
I'm still maintaining, and loving it.
Thursday, February 07, 2013
Part of what's been keeping me busy lately is I just started a Neighborhood Watch group. Since the Sheriff's levy was voted down, we now have no law enforcement presence in our area. As a result, crime has been on the increase. Mostly petty thefts . . . but our community, like so many others around the country . . . refuses to sit by and watch our neighborhoods become easy targets.
So, we're working together, keeping our eyes and ears open to help keep our community safe. I'm putting together a phone/email alert system. Some of the men are driving patrol routes; some of the women are starting a horse posse for daytime patrols.
We're in a rural community, mostly retired folks, 6 miles away from a tiny town, 35 miles from a small town (pop 30,000) and 75 miles from a 'big' city (pop. over 50,000).
Love being able to contribute to my community.
Wednesday, February 06, 2013
Saw this and thought it was so cute.
Several times my hubby has made mention "you have lost so much weight" and it really makes me feel good. Of course, he loved me when there was more of me (or as my dad used to say "with a little extra meat on the sandwich") . . . but it's kinda tough getting it into my head that I really DO look different.
How has your weight loss affected your self image?
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
The couple weeks away has been very productive for me so far as getting stuff done, but I've really missed my Sparkfriends and activities.
I've stayed with the plan, pretty much, and my weight has fluctuated the variable 1 to 1.5 pounds from day to day. Up one day, down the next. And I can live with that. However, here are some of the things I discovered:
* I find that tracking my food and exercises really help me to maintain my focus.
* Measuring my food is important too. Sure, I'd eye-ball-it, and maybe err a little bit on the side of yumm. But honestly, I don't like the feeling of being"too full" or getting even close to it.
*Being accountable, knowing I will be "reporting in" keeps me honest -- and I need that.
* Over all, I just don't have that Sparky feeling. . . . feeling like I'm HEALTHY. I used to feel like if I moved just right, I could light a match. High octane energy. My energy level is okay and I'm feeling okay in general, but I just feel kinda like a lump. Not a big fat lump, but a lump nonetheless.
So, I've made it a goal to get back on the straight and narrow Sparky path.
How are you doing???
Sunday, February 03, 2013
Having a great day today. No, we're not watching the game. (No tv!)
Getting a lot of stuff done around the house. We're installing a range hood, island style. Hubby's in the attic . . . .
I'm making Superfood Salad - kale, blueberries, cashews, sun seeds, edamame, grape tomatoes, lite raspberry vinagrette and a whole bunch of good stuff . . . .nummm.
Checking in - still maintaining. I'm weighing every day (cos I SURE don't want any surprises!) I'm fluctuating 1 pound up or down which is normal.
I LOVE the feeling of sliding into my jeans and feeling them so comfortable rather than so tight I'm afraid to bend over! Woooohoooo!
How are my Spark friends doing?
Oh, gotta share a Bad Leroy Brown story . . . . The sun burned through the inversion layer and I decided to go for a ride and take care of some errands. So, off I went. The day was wonderful. Bright sun shining on the brilliant white snow in the mountains surrounding us.
When I got home, I parked the bike out front of the house to unload groceries. Bad Leroy Brown ran out to the bike, jumping up and down as if to tell me he wanted to go for a ride too. So, I asked him . . . no doubt, the boy wanted to ride!
So, I loaded him up and off we went. He stood, back feet on my lap, front feet on my tank bag, nose in the wind. Passing neighbors, horses and cattle . . . his smile said it all. I AM the man!
When we got home, he was the dog to reckon with! He strutted around the place as if to say "Bad to the Bone!"
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