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I was running late this morning, and hadn’t even considered what day it was.
Until I saw the white carnations sitting on my purse. ^_^
I have the best honey-muffin in the world! 😀 Happy Valentine’s Day… even if it is a Hallmark Holiday.
Looks like the check I sent to the State of Ohio Vital Statistics cleared on Friday night. That means that Uncle Russ‘s death certificate should be on its way to me soon! Yaye!
I plotted out a timeline / ancestor profile for William Henry COOK last night. It’s amazing how much of my information is straight from the U.S. Census. There’s barely any primary sources at all, mainly because the family moved around so much that I don’t know where all his kids were born. Getting Uncle Russ’s death certificate should help give me somewhere to start, though.
I do appreciate constructive criticism. I can always pretend to take it in stride, even if it bruises the perfectionist in me.
After beating up on myself about my diet, though, hearing from a listener that I tend to go off-topic, and plug too many other podcasts (or “blogs,” as she called them), and that my musical interludes are too long… that didn’t feel as constructive as it was probably meant.
I got kudos early on for my musical selections, and I thought they were a high point of my podcast. And I thought that referring my listeners to other podcasts that might help them would be… well, helpful. And I thought that broadening my topics to include low-glycemic and fitness issues would bring more listeners into the fold.
I know that one person out of 150 having qualms about the tightness of my production doesn’t necessarily mean that I suck. I have to wonder, though, how many people aren’t saying anything.
I might consider throwing in the towel if I weren’t the only low-carb podcast out there. I’ve gotten plenty of positive e-mails in past weeks, though. It’s just that this tidbit of constructive criticism was poorly timed. I’m already in a slump, and being reminded of my shortcomings — or, rather, having new ones brought to my attention — doesn’t really help matters.
This week’s report isn’t particularly good news. I started out the week on Saturday the 4th at 210. By yesterday, I was back up to 211.5 (and I gained back yet another pound during this weekend). I’m not going to make my goal of 209 by midweek, unless I do something drastic and unhealthy in the next two days.
I was still pretty gung-ho early in the week, and I did the Tae Bo Cardio workout on Monday. Tuesday, I did the Tae Bo Basic workout. The rest of the week I did absolutely bupkis. I made the mistake (apparently) of weighing myself daily this week, to track my progress toward my goal — and when I saw a complete lack thereof, I basically threw in the towel for this upcoming goal. Not what I should have done, I know, but man. I was just so freaking bummed.
Food this week was still good things, but my carb:protein:fat ratio went a little wonky a few times. As Sheryl predicted, I started getting tired of oatmeal — or maybe I’m just getting tired of the mushy-ass Quick Oats we got at a discount at Big Lots. This weekend, I ended up getting some sort of cranapple-granola cereal, so I’ll probably switch up breakfasts with that a little. We also got a new supply of real oats, so that’ll be a welcome change of pace, as well.
While we were at Claudia’s yesterday, replenishing my supply of Vegenaise and getting some breakfast cereal, we also bought some more peanut butter (because the MaraNatha brand we bought last time kind of sucks) and some more salad dressing. We got a refill of the Annie’s Naturals Artichoke Parmesan, and we got some other kind of citrusy-mangoey something-or-other. We’ll see what that’s all about later this week.
So, basically, this upcoming weight goal is a wash. I’ll still photograph myself and weigh myself and all that, but I’m really kind of bummed that I… well, I guess the root of my bumming nature is really that I do halfway OK during the week, but my weekends invariably end up being the one step back to my two steps forward.
I’m also apparently pretty easily defeated. Not that I’m totally giving up — not at all. I’m just, well… I thought that losing five pounds in five weeks would be no big thing. It’s kind of disheartening to see that it wasn’t as easy as I’d thought it would be, and that I’m so easily thrown off by a lack of instant results.
I’ll get back on it this week. Exercise and lots more water. I’m just kind of depressed about it right this moment.
I’ve been focusing my genealogy on the Cook line recently, on William Henry COOK in particular. To help guide my research, I’ve been compiling a list of dates and events that happened in William’s life.
As I compiled this list (and in the past, as I compiled other similar lists), it occured to me that this list of names and dates and places really doesn’t tell anything about the person themselves. And I got to thinking of what my life would look like, were it broken down into small, documentable dates and events.
It would be pretty boring:
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