Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
All those things you hear about stocking your kitchen with smaller plates and training yourself to recognize portion sizes with your hand, fist, etc. are a good thing. Because, when you go out to eat, like all the news tells you... those portion sizes in restaurants? Bigger all the time. And those portion size rules of thumb work.
My daughter in law and I went out to dinner on Saturday, kind of in honor of my son's birthday, even though he couldn't be with us. We're following those orders he left us to check up on each other.
We chose a relatively healthy restaurant: Olive Garden. I figured I get the salad undressed and watch my portion size, I'll be fine. And I picked a nice, healthy options: capellini pomodoro (angel hair pasta in a tomato-basil sauce). I had a craving for pasta, it sounded perfect.
And it was... but when the plates arrived, I did my little "a cup is the size of your fist" comparison, I could easily see that there were about 3 cups of pasta on that plate! I immediately cut the plate in thirds, isolating what I would eat from what I would take home for later. Then I concentrated on conversing, and ate slowly, sipping water in between bites.
When I got home, I looked it up on line: and discovered that the entire portion, according to their own web site, would have been 800 calories, or nearly half of my usual daily maintenance level. As it was, I was able to be satisfied and even have a small dolcini (240 calorie splurge), and feel good about the experience.
I ate "enough", and got my take-home box for the rest. I had half of the leftovers last night... and enjoyed every bite. I fully intend to finish it tonight... another satisfying meal to look forward to. Guess you could consider it eating out like a turtle?
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Rain overnight and still a little bit this morning, but that makes some weeds easier to pull.
Here is the fence row from a couple of weeks ago:
And here it is after this morning's tree-killing!
Believe it or not, even in Nebraska, the home of Arbor Day, trees in the wrong spot are indeed weeds. Also updated the background photo, showing a tiny bit of progress there (and of course, the more profusely blooming Asian lillies!
I feel accomplished!
Sunday, July 18, 2010
OK, Kaseycoff, you're on! I haven't done one of these in a while, and here it is. Feel free to play along, oh, Spark Chums!
WHERE ARE YOU FROM? Born in Nebraska, USA. Lived many places during my career life, but in the end came "home" to Nebraska.
DO YOU HAVE ANY KIDS & IF SO HOW MANY? One child, a son.
WHAT IS YOUR OCCUPATION? The easiest answer is computer programmer/analyst. Like with any profession, there are specialties and specifics that I won't bore you with.
ARE YOU MARRIED & IF SO HOW LONG? Well, I was married for 21 years and 11 months exactly... now divorced, my son says that was a net win. Since he's the mental health professional in the family, I'll take his word for it.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? How can one possibly choose? Right now I'm imagining fresh spinach! But ripe home-grown tomatoes? Heaven! Or how about last night's angel-hair pasta? Yum! What could beat a breakfast of veggie omelet? I think I'll stop now... or I'll have a binge on paper going here.
DO YOU HAVE ANY BROTHERS OR SISTERS? Three sisters and a brother.
WHERE IS YOUR FAVORITE VACATION SPOT? I love the beach... and the last time I walked on one was over ten years ago.
WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE? Again, how can one possibly choose? Chariots of Fire, Apollo 13, Persuasion, Sense and Sensibility, vie with fluffier pieces like You've Got Mail and Gigi... that gives you a flavor!
PICK JUST ONE WORD TO DESCRIBE YOURSELF: human
HOW DID YOU MEET YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER? Church.
WHEN/WHERE WAS THE LAST PLACE YOU HAD A COMPLETE BREAKDOWN?
Complete? Really? WHEN = December 2002; WHERE = in my home office; WHY I realized that remaining married to this man was destroying me, emotionally.
YOUR FRIEND JUST MOONED YOU. ARE YOU GROSSED OUT? When I get done rolling on the floor because they just did something SO out of character... probably not.
WHERE IS THE LAST PERSON YOU KISSED? That depends on what you mean by "kissed"... I'd have to say somewhere in the dessert in Iraq. If you mean romantically kissed, probably in his apartment in upstate NY.
DO YOU HAVE MONEY? I'm not wealthy, if that's what you mean. But I'm also not dirt-poor, or I wouldn't be typing on a computer at home.
WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO? My son coming home safe.
ARE YOU EXPECTING A PHONE CALL? May I quote Monty Python? "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!" Ahem. No.
DO YOU HAVE A SONG STUCK IN YOUR HEAD? Other than the one Kasey hoisted on us in her blog? Seriously, it crowded out whatever was there, before.
LYRICS FROM THAT SONG? See Kasey's blog!
DO YOU LIKE TO CUDDLE? Sometimes. Don't often enough.
ARE YOU LISTENING TO MUSIC RIGHT NOW? Nope... unless you count dog snores as music (sometimes they are).
DO YOU HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE SMOKE AROUND YOU? Pretty much, yes.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
By the way, 26 years ago this morning, I became a mother. At the exact minute, I wrote on my son's FaceBook wall to wish him a happy birthday... yes, I'm into psychic symbolism!
On to the long personal whine about how I spent yesterday, i.e. the side trips, and all that jazz:
Some of you know that I grew up in a religion that "didn't believe in going to the doctor". It does things to your head, if the whole idea of going to doctors is an in-your-head debate anyway.
For some time I've been noticing in the night when I get up to respond to the dog's prompting, that my arm might feel "funny". I mentioned this to my doctor a while back and he asked me if it was always on the same side. I could not give him an honest answer... I'm that unaware. So, I started trying to pay more attention.
Last winter I had a weird thing happen with my middle finger becoming numb on the steering wheel on the drive home from work. When I removed my gloves, it was an icy white, compared to the other fingers. I bought thicker gloves and took care to flex my fingers when I'd stop at lights. That seemed to help that problem.
Anyway, I pondered over these things, but haven't been really doing anything about them. I have an annual physical coming up in August anyway, and started keeping a list so I can address them with the doctor then.
But YESTERDAY, on the way to work, I noticed my right foot start to tingle, and up my right leg. I remembered that my right arm had been doing the same thing when I got up to let the dog out at 2:30 a.m. The arm, well, like I said, I've been kind of ignoring it for a while... but I hadn't sat funny, and the leg added to the arm, and both on the same side. Of course, I walked around the block on the way into the office, expecting it to go away (like when your foot's asleep). Only it didn't. So, here I was at work, two hours later, debating with myself... should I do something about this or not?
Knowing the signs of a stroke, I went into the ladies room and grinned at the mirror. I wasn't lop-sided. I talked to people, and wasn't confused, and I could function, mentally. So I didn't think it could be that. Still, after a couple of hours, and with the encouragement of a work chum, I called the doctor's office and asked what I should do... and the answer came back... "get to an ER and have it checked out".
That is what I did with the rest of yesterday. In the end: they have no clue. They did an ultra sound of my carotid arteries. They did an ECG. They did a CAT scan. They did an MRI to confirm the CAT scan result wasn't anything to worry about. They ended up sending me home five or six hours later with a prescription for baby aspirin and no real results... just instructions to follow up with my regular doctor.
With my upbringing, I feel foolish. I'm still tingling. The next day. I have no clue what is really going on with my body. I kind of want to go back into that comfortable place of denial. The place that says, "You're imagining this!"
I am following the instructions to "take it easy", but there's a part of me that's afraid of how my compulsive side will interpret "taking it easy". How strange to observe oneself in this detached way!
Which brings me to another topic: recognizing what is normal for ME, and accepting that it doesn't have to be Super-Woman. But that will have to be a blog for another day. Here's to "taking it easy" in a rational, non-extreme way, and not freaking out.
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