How we spend an evening with a fever: in the recliner with cookies. #latergram instagram.com/p/fAfGgKtU-5/
Growing Garlic (Part One)
This will be a tale told in multiple parts — partly because it’s lengthy, and I want to be sure not to leave anything out, but also because it’s a tale that is not yet complete.
The short-short version: my house gave me garlic!
The longer version: I had spent all spring since our early-April move in amazement at all the plants and flowers that were coming up in my flower beds. Multiple varieties of hyacinth, daffodils and narcissus, a tree peony and herbaceous peonies, several rosebushes, chives, allium, daylilies… I could keep going. So, when these interesting little curly-cues started emerging from my flower beds in late June, I was curious but unsurprised to see something else I didn’t recognize.
Sarah, one of my Instagram followers, commented, “I might be crazy, but I bet if you pull one of those up you’ll find a garlic bulb at the other end. ;)”
So, I did a little research, and sure enough, it looked like I was growing hardneck garlic!
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Twitter Update: After committing to track this week, I ate a burge…
After committing to track this week, I ate a burger for lunch. 25 PPVs. @ Blarney Irish Pub instagram.com/p/e-SvEBNUyd/
Twitter Update: ICYMI: Weight-loss check-in http://t.co/X4fPUo0fnO…
ICYMI: Weight-loss check-in bit.ly/16gVmlq In which I finally feel (more) comfortable in my own skin (and in my clothes).
Weight Loss Check-In
Last month, I decided that I would start posting monthly weight-loss updates — weekly ones seem to be a little too frequent to avoid saying the same thing every time, but a periodic check-in is in order, to keep me honest.
I actually skipped my weigh-in this morning. I did it for the reason that most people skip a weigh-in: I knew the number wouldn’t be what I wanted to see. I haven’t been tracking as diligently as I should, and I’ve been hovering around the same weight as a result.
However, I did have some relevant Non-Scale Victories (NSV’s) in September:
- My grandmother, who hadn’t seen me in person in ten years, was amazed at how “thin” I was at my son’s 2nd birthday party.
- I looked at myself in photos of the birthday party, and was perfectly OK with how I looked.
Apart from those moments, I’ve been noticing that I wear my Spanx less and less, and my once-too-tight work pants more and more. I should really take my measurements and see what’s going where.
I also find that I really don’t care anymore if everything is exactly in the right place with no lumps or bumps. Not to say that I’m dressing sloppy. It’s just that there have been articles of clothing that “fit” just fine, but if I sat a certain way, they clung a little too close and failed to disguise my unique shape (that is, my spare tire). I find that I really don’t care anymore. Anyone who would be judgmental of what I wear and how I wear it…. I dress how I feel comfortable and classy, and if I think I look good, then the hell with anyone else.
I suppose I should be thankful that half-assed tracking hasn’t gotten me in deeper than just an extended plateau. Even though I didn’t track today (and I probably went over on the very first day of my tracking week), I intend to start tracking tomorrow and see how long of a tracking streak I can keep up.
I used to be the silently judgmental Weight Watcher who looked down her nose at people who were supposedly “on-program” but didn’t track. Now that’s me. Kind of. I know that if I don’t track, I’m not technically on-program.
Work the program, and the program will work.
You get out of it what you put into it.