The Therapy Journals of the Fat-Headed Klingon Woman

One woman's journey to becoming Her True Self

Happy Domino Day! July 30, 2014

I picked these as representative of this post because they’re pretty and they have yellow dots.

Hello all.  So I have something to share and talk about that I haven’t mentioned too much lately in light of other obsessions, but I really need all the motivation I can get on this, so I’m going to talk openly and honestly about it, and just throw it all out there.  Regular readers know I started this blog right about the time I started attending Weight Watchers meetings, right? Well, I did.  My first post here was January 21, 2010, which was two days after my first WW meeting.  Since that time, I have attended meetings consistently until the last year, when I started missing almost as many meetings as I attended.

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The weight swing was as follows:  from January 19, 2010 to June 10, 2012 I lost 129 lbs.  Yep, you read that right.  June 2012 was the once in a lifetime cruise I took my children on all by myself, and it was also my baby sister’s wedding, in which I was a bridesmaid, and it was ALSO the graduation of my one and only class of English students, whom I (only marginally successfully) taught when I was 129 pounds heavier and they were freshmen, and most of them hadn’t seen me since the end of that year.  So AFTER that…. I apparently just sort of mentally gave up.  Maybe not all at once.  Clearly not all at once.  I kept going to meetings, kept occasionally exercising, kept half-heartedly tracking my points.  But not at all with any kind of consistency, efficiency, or determination…

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…which has brought me to where I am today.  I have gradually at first, and then more rapidly, gained weight back until I am now at a net loss since January 19, 2010, of only 56 lbs.  My gain of two pounds this week put me at my heaviest weight in four years.  Up until now I have just sort of smiled and nodded at this progression, just shrugged and let it slide and figured I’d get it together at some point.  Well, that point has arrived.  I am blogging about this because I want people to know I am serious.  I have probably posted a half-dozen “I’m starting over” posts in the last two years, but this one is officially IT.

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I could probably go into a whole series of posts and thoughts about why we eat the way we do, why we eat for emotions’ sake, why we don’t exercise, why we make excuses when it comes to grocery shopping (that last is a real sore point with me.  It feels like an unavoidable fact that healthier food = a higher total at the cash register, which is so aggravating!) BUT for now I don’t think that falls within the scope of my purpose.  My point is at some moment you just have to choose to confront the issues and start fighting to fix them.

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I posted a meme on Fb today that said “You cannot fix what you choose not to confront.”  Or something like that, but it really stepped on my toes.  When it comes to the topic of health and weight loss and fitness, I always just sigh and talk about Oh, yes, it’s such a battle, it’s so hard, it’s such a struggle, I’m so tired of fighting it, who cares, what does it really matter, I have people who love me as I am, etc.  But you know what??  Seriously.  Do you know what? Those are all truths.  It is true that it’s hard, that it’s a struggle and a battle and that I’m tired of fighting it and that I have people who love me exactly as I am no matter what.  BUT… it is a battle and a struggle that is worth continuing to fight, tired or not.  The only victories in life, and I mean the ONLY big victories that have ever been won in the world, have come when the person or persons fighting refused to give up.  Think about it.  Wars, battles, political issues, sports contests, personal victories over demons of all kinds…have only been won when the persons fighting them FLATLY REFUSED TO GIVE UP!  Yes, I know that’s a lot of caps.  Sorry.  Don’t mean to yell and rant and rave, but the thing is, nothing is ever gained by sitting down and refusing to keep trying.  That’s why the poem “Footprints in the sand” is famous, but nobody has ever shared a poem about “Butt prints in the sand,” right??

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So today is the day.  I’m getting back on track, I’m going to start making healthy choices every day.  Domino effect.  Our WW leader used to do this “object lesson” in which she gave us all a domino and reminded us that all it takes to stop a falling train of dominoes is a little pressure in the opposite direction.  Just a little support behind one domino anywhere in the chain, to stop it from falling, and the cycle ends.  So that’s it.  It’s Domino Day.  I’m starting over for the last time.  And I’m never, ever, EVER giving up.

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Until next time,

D.

 

Loving Life In No Uncertain Terms! August 8, 2013

My favorite piece of art by one of my talented new theater friends!

Hello all.  Have you ever been at a point in life where everything just seems to be right?  I am there.  I am just so in love with my life right now!  It’s actually pretty scary.  If you’re a regular reader, you all know I auditioned for community theater, was cast in the chorus of Les Miserables, and proceeded to have the most amazing, life-changing summer I have ever had.  I met some incredible, talented, fun, beautiful people, fell in love a time or two, learned about myself, and discovered a new passion.  But honestly, that’s just the beginning!

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I also recently saw a billboard that may turn out to be life-changing as well.  It was a call for volunteers to attend a workshop to learn to be literacy tutors and ESL teachers.  I was immediately intrigued, but I didn’t get the number down the first time I saw the ad; I had to wait a few days until the next time I passed the billboard at the right time, but finally I got the number and called.  I have always been intrigued by the possibility of teaching ESL (English as a Second Language) overseas.  I used to work in a shipping/postal store, and we served a lot of customers who were ESL teachers overseas, coming in to ship things to their foreign addresses when they were getting ready to go back over.  I always tried to get as much information from them as I could, and frequently in fact, talked their ears off!  (It was the same with anybody who had anything to do with Alaska!  And Lord help them if they knew about both!)

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So this workshop is coming up on August 10th, and it is just the first step in what could become a new direction in my life.  But in addition to that, there is the oft-mentioned The Blathering, a blogging meet-up I am attending in Charleston the first week in October.  I will be rooming with some incredible writers and meeting even more, and I couldn’t be more excited about that.  I’ve never been to Charleston before, but have always wanted to, and my roommates and I are already planning to take plantation tours, ghost tours, and all kinds of super fun stuff.  Who wouldn’t be excited about that?!

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And if all goes well, the trip to Charleston will occur in the middle of rehearsals for the next community theater play, a new production called The Secrets of the Buttermilk Hotel.  I plan to audition in late September, and several of the Les Mis cast are already getting excited about potentially being in Buttermilk together.  I have to say, the newfound camaraderie with the Les Mis cast is absolutely one of the most fun things about life right now.  We are always goofing around on Facebook, posting pictures of our shenanigans, making plans to do more projects together, and plotting our reunions!  I just literally could never have imagined how much the decision to be brave and audition for a community theater summer musical could change my existence.  And the amazing thing is, I’m not the only one!  There were many others in the cast for whom this summer was a transformative, life-changing experience.  It has also opened doors with regard to my writing.  One of the cast (who, incidentally, co-wrote and will be directing Buttermilk) asked me to adapt some of my entries from the blog here into an article about being a theater newbie who overcame fear and insecurity to try something new and benefitted hugely from it.

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Thankfully, all the good things are not just about me.  We have found a new school that has already made a huge difference in the life of my son, who up to this point has hated school with a passion and struggled mightily, even though he is bright and inquisitive.  He attended their summer program and made a great deal of encouraging progress.  He starts in a couple of weeks and is actually looking forward to it, which is a miracle!

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The sad part (you had to know there would be one) is that when life is this good, I often have to fight a tendency to be afraid, to wonder what hideous bad thing is going to happen that will ruin all of this for me, or at least put a serious damper on it.  I don’t like that about myself, but that is just how I seem to operate.  But it gives me a good opportunity to work on strengthening my faith, to remind myself that I can get through all things with God’s help.  In life, like in theater, Attitude is Everything!  Every night of the show, we had a motto from our director; it was Latin, and loosely translated, meant “We Dare to Be Great!”  All we have to do is keep that in the forefront of our minds and keep plowing forward, enjoying the moment and having faith that there is nothing that can’t be overcome.

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Until next time,

D.

 

Nostalgia and Anticipation! May 29, 2013

Hello all.  This will be relatively short, as I only have half an hour left at work to write.  I promised in my last post before all the tornado stuff to keep you updated about the Little Theater audition for Les Miserables, how it went, and the results and all that.  But first I also have to say, I am super nostalgic this week, because exactly one year ago this week, I was on the biggest cruise ship in the world, cruising the Caribbean for the first time ever in my life, and you guys…I wanna go back so badly!  I absolutely cannot wait until my next opportunity to go on a cruise.  I told the kiddos if I had the money I’d take them back again in a heartbeat, but Oh! what I wouldn’t give to go on a cruise with just me and a Significant Other!  The romance, the beauty, all that sickening stuff.  🙂

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AND exactly TWO years ago, my whole family was at Disney World thanks to my incredibly generous mother, who took all of us to Disney to help celebrate her retirement.  It was something she had promised the grandkids a long time ago, and she saw the opportunity and took it.  So I keep looking back on that too, remembering how much fun we had together, and even though there were moments that were not so pretty, I would definitely do that trip again too, if I had the chance.

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Ok, so the auditions.  It was Saturday, May 18.  I had felt really nervous and undecided about it, right up until I woke up the morning before auditions, and the theater group’s Facebook status was something about just coming to watch if you were nervous or undecided, checking it out, seeing how things went, and coming back on the second day if you wanted to audition.  Y’all, I cried.  I know that sounds insane, but it was like a message from God, telling me I needed to at least GO to the auditions on Saturday, whether I went ahead and sang or not.

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So on Saturday morning, I got up, showered, etc., tried to put together an outfit that looked confident, but not desperate.  I drove into town, singing along with my warm-up exercises that I had added to my audition CD.  I was among the first people there, because when I originally called about it, the lady I talked to said to come early.  I parked outside and waited around until I saw someone else go in, because I wasn’t sure if I was at the right door, and I’m just a big chicken- that’s how I roll.  So I went in, signed in, had my picture taken, and went to go sit in the auditorium and be nervous.

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I almost immediately struck up a conversation with another lady sitting there who looked about as nervous as I was.  We chatted a while and she was very friendly.  It turned out that she was from a nearby town, and a member of the same type of church I attend!  (By the time it was all said and done we had exchanged phone numbers and added each other on Facebook!)

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So first they took all the auditioners who were using sheet music because the pianist had a prior commitment and we needed to get her out of there.  There were probably at least 30 folks there to audition, and about 2/3 needed the pianist.  It immediately became apparent that this… was going to be SO. Much. Fun!  Just watching people perform and listening to them sing was so inspiring.  Some people were really good, others pretty good but really nervous, but the audience was always extremely supportive and respectful.  Everyone was applauded, which was really encouraging.

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Now, all this time leading up to the auditions, I had been so nervous, so worried that I wouldn’t be good enough compared to everyone else, but by the time I had my name called, something weird had happened.  I realized I was at least as good as most people there, and had as good a chance as any of them to be selected, and something in my just sort of went, “Go for it!”  So I took my spot on stage, assumed an attitude, and waited for the music.  When it came, I just pushed down my fear and nervousness and performed.  I strutted, I danced a little, I made eye contact with the audience, and I felt like a seasoned pro.  As a reminder, my audition song was “When You’re Good to Mama” from Chicago.  They had said in the information that the time limit was 2 minutes, but at first they were not stopping anyone.  By the time they got to me, they were cutting people off at 2 minutes, and when they stopped me, I literally had like 15 seconds to go, if that.  But oh well.  I was able to do the best of the song, and felt like a smashing success.  My new friend was right after me, and she also put it all out there and was really great.  She was auditioning for an actual part, the one I would have gone for if I’d had any experience.  But she’s braver than I am, because she’s a member of the church, and her songs have some profanity in them, and I could never have dealt with the disapproval of those who would come watch the show and gasp at me saying those words, even as a character.

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So anyway.  There was another day of auditions on Sunday, and then we waited.  And waited.  And WAITED.  Finally on Wednesday afternoon late, they posted the cast list on Facebook, AND….. I made it! I got in the chorus, and my new friend got the part she wanted.  Now it’s just a few more days until rehearsals start June 3rd.  It’s a huge time commitment- rehearsals are every weeknight from 7-10 pm, but I can’t wait.  It’s going to be awesome!

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Until next time,

D.

 

Sweating, Hatching, and Breathing! May 16, 2013

English: Drops of sweat

English: Drops of sweat (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hello all!  Technically this is the second post of the day, but really the first, since the first-first was a  re-blog.  I want you all to know that this post is coming to you from inside a universe of sweat, both literal and mental.  For one thing, I just finished exercising.  At work. Never let anyone tell you that working in a church building is a bad deal, because hey- at what other job can you exercise and write a blog all in the same day and still get paid.  Ok, there are probably a lot of others I’ve never even thought of, but just let me have my moment.

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Anyway, the phone hasn’t been ringing much today, and I’m caught up on all my other tasks, and in the face of that boredom my weakness just crumbled.  I found myself scrounging in the fridge in the fellowship hall and discovering leftover triple chocolate fudge cake from their last gathering.  Now, I knew if I ate it, I’d be down to about ONE Weight Watchers point left for the day, but, sadly, I didn’t choose to stop myself.  So in order to combat my weakness, I decided to try to hike up some points on my ActiveLink monitor by going for a jog in the upstairs hall.  And that is the source of the sweat.  A) Heat rises, and it’s hot up in that old hall.  B) I just did something I’ve never done before in my entire life.  Now for some people, what I’m about to tell you is probably your warm-up for the actual exercise, but for me it was a pretty big deal:  After climbing the stairs to the second floor, I jogged up and down that hall…for 20 minutes straight!  Initially, I set my timer for 12 minutes.  At the end of the timer, I thought I might collapse, but instead, my mind said, ‘Hey, why not try for 20?’ So without stopping, I set my timer for another 8 minutes and kept going, and I finished it!  I was all proud of myself for the 10 straight minutes I did a couple of days ago, but this is a whole new dimension for me.  (At least I hope it will be a whole new dimension, as I want to lose 40 lbs. in the next four and a half months before The Blathering in Charleston.)

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The mental sweat is coming from the audition for my local Little Theatre that is looming on Saturday like a date with death.  A few days ago, I had talked myself out of it.  I told myself I didn’t really want to do it anyway, and that if I am selected, it will mean a huge time commitment once rehearsals start- 7-10 pm every weekday for about a month, and who has time for that, right?  But here’s the deal.  This is just another one of those big steps for me, those ‘hatching’ moments where I take a chance on doing something just because I’ve always thought it would be fun.  This is just. like. Charleston.  Despite my misgivings and fears, I have to give it a try, or I will hate myself.  Seriously.  If I let this Saturday and Sunday go by without forcing myself to go to that audition, I will feel like a giant failure.  I really don’t know what the big deal is.  I mean, I’m not even trying for a part- just the chorus, for crying out loud.  Maybe part of me is secretly hoping they’ll think I’m good enough and just give me a tiny small part, but I don’t even care about that.  Really.  I just want to say I tried it, I took a chance, and I went for it.

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Ok, calming down now.  Breathe in.  Breathe out.  Repeat.  Oh, that reminds me!  I was about finished with the 12 minute section of my jog when I noticed the Bible verse on the bulletin board at the end of the hall.  I thought it was perfect for the moment, and that if/when I do another race of some sort, I will have this put on a t-shirt:  Psalm 150:1, which reads in part: “Let everything that has breath praise God!” So for the rest of my jog, I prayed thankful prayers that I had breath (albeit huffing and puffing breath), that I was physically able to even attempt to move, that I would have strength to finish the goal I had set for myself, both for today and for the next few months.  And I finished today’s, so woot-woot for me. 🙂  I know you’ll be holding your breath to hear how the audition goes.

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Until next time,

D.

 

The Opposite of Yesterday March 20, 2013

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JOG fleet heading for the finish Solent race.

JOG fleet heading for the finish Solent race. (Photo credit: JOG offshore yacht racing)

Hello all.  Ok, I just re-read my last post, and y’all- I am such a whiner-baby!  Really.  I am so thankful for all my friends, family, and assorted others who endure repeat after repeat of posts like yesterday’s where I am always on the same darned hamster wheel, yet still continue to read me- it makes me feel so loved.  BUT… you know what?  Sometimes, just sometimes, getting it all out and venting a little can be a good thing.

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Specifically, I’m thinking of the exercise thing.  Yesterday was a workout day, and I wanted to get my C25k workout in, but I figured the high school track was still closed and I didn’t really want to do it around my neighborhood.  Ridiculous, I know.  Just bear with me.  So it was about half an hour before I had to leave work, and suddenly it occurred to me:  Why not do my workout… at work?  I work in a church building.  My actual office area is this huge wide-open space, tucked away from the rest of the building, just right for this sort of thing.  So I did it!   I started the app, set my phone down on the corner of a desk on the far side of the room, and took off!  My knees were still a little achy, and I definitely wasn’t setting any land speed records, but I did it!  And since I wasn’t carrying my phone with me, I wasn’t tempted to keep watching the time and feeling overwhelmed.  This was Week 3 Day 1, and I completed it perfectly!  I jogged both of the 3-minute segments and both of the 90-second segments, AND I did arm exercises as well during the walking parts!  And the 3-minute jogging segments that I was so worried about? They were not bad at all!  The workout seemed to go by really quickly, and I felt happy and satisfied with myself, and just… pretty fierce!

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AND… I also came up with the idea to set a timer on my phone to help me hit my WW ActiveLink baseline.  Every 45 minutes or so, I’ve been walking from my little corner in the building alllll the way up to the opposite front corner of the building and going up and down the stairs a couple of times.

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AND… I studied the Help and FAQ sections on Twitter so I kind of get more what it’s all about now, and I might feel a little less inept at actually using it.

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AND… the kids will be going to visit their father for a few days this week, so I will have some time available to cultivate friendships or relationships by maybe inviting someone out to do something.

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There, see?  Ranting, raving and venting can actually sometimes serve a purpose.  Once you’ve gotten all the aggravation and frustration out of the way, you can actually start to consider solutions.  Which is also the focus of this blog post I read today.  I wish I could write more like she does, but at least I can share it and point people in her direction.  Another goodie I found was this post.  I read the obituary she mentioned and thought, “What a great way to go!”

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Basically, I’m on the opposite end of the swing from where I was yesterday, which is always good.  Another thing I’ve been wanting to talk about is that I use the YouVersion app on my phone, and I found a new version/edition/whatever the right word is, of the Bible that I am really enjoying reading.  Now, I know that some of these “contemporary English” versions of the Bible are suspect at best and completely corrupt at worst, but this one seems pretty good so far.  I have been reading it every day this week, which I have needed to do for a long time but just haven’t done.  This version makes it really easy.  I decided I was going to start at the beginning and read the whole thing when I was flipping through and found the part where Jesus is being tempted by Satan, you know?  And in the older English versions he says “Get thee behind me, Satan” but in this one he says “Beat it, Satan!”  I just burst out laughing.  That has never before happened while reading the Bible, and I thought it was pretty great.  So anyway.  I will have to do some more research and see if this version has any serious flaws or problems, but for now, I highly recommend The Message if you use YouVersion.

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Well, I’m behind schedule on my ActiveLink hike, so I’ll shut it down here for now.  Thanks for reading!

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Until next time,

D.

P.S.  I was looking for images of crossing the finish line, breaking the tape, etc. for this post, and couldn’t find one I liked, but I just thought this sailboat picture was beautiful and happy.

 

Craving Salad is a Good Thing, Right? October 18, 2012

A salad platter.

A salad platter. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hello all.  So I’m sitting here at work today, and I’m noticing I have this almost unbearable craving for a salad.  Not like an ‘iceburg lettuce and a few chunks of tomato that barely qualifies as a salad’ salad, but a ‘heaping with dark greens and every additional vegetable known to man and then some, super unbeatably healthy’ salad!

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As usual, I have to give you a ton of backstory.  I’ve been really struggling on my weight watching lately.  I know, nothing new there, right?  I am not willing to confess how much of a gain my weigh-in at WW showed this week.  But when I tracked it online and looked at my lovely little progress graph, and when I saw that my current weight was the highest it’s been since Sept. 2011, well, that was it.  I said, “Whoa Bessie!  Somethin’ gotta give here.”  I mean, I felt like I went out of my WAY to make bad choices last week!  Total Running With Scissors mode.  Pure Self Destruction.  I ate everything in sight and some things that had to be hunted down.

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So after my meeting (and after recovering from the fit of despair and wanting to quit that resulted from it) I got back on the path.  In addition to trying to really examine what I was actually wanting when I felt like eating, I started tracking everything, asked for prayers and encouragement from my friends, almost all the right steps.  (The exception to that would be getting back into an exercise routine.  I mostly sort of hate, dread, and fear exercise, so I have to sneak up on that one.)  Anyway…

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For the first few days after the WW meeting, I was still in full-on Carb Crave Mode.  When I had to go into the store to get some stuff, all I could see (and all I wanted) was Candy! Cakes! Cookies! Junk!  Wheeeeee!  But I resisted the urge to start by falling face first into a mixed bag of Reese’s products (Lord, how I love those!) and stayed on the straight and narrow.

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Fast forward to today.  I’m at work, The Boy is with me, and he’s bugging me about “What’s for lunch?”  So I go scope out the refrigerator and discover that we have basically not a lot to choose from in there other than a variety of sandwich stuff.  We had a little broccoli, cauliflower, and carrots, two apples, whole grain wheat bread, a little bit of chicken and roast beef lunch meats, tuna, and peanut butter.  I wasn’t necessarily in the mood for any of those things,.  I would have loved to go to somewhere I could get something healthy-ish, like Subway, but unfortunately, in the dictionary under “Dusty, Empty Pockets” it says “See: The Klingon Woman.”  But instead of just being irresponsible and blowing what little money I had on going out to eat somewhere, I set everything out, made The Boy choose what he wanted, and composed a decent lunch.

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So then I was scavenging around in one of the refrigerators looking for some sort of greens to put on my sandwich (I was pretty sure I’d seen a bag of baby spinach in there somewhere) when it suddenly hit me that what really, really sounded good was a LARGE salad from Veggies.  Now I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned this place before, but if I haven’t, let me just explain that Veggies is our local health food store.  They have a lunch cafe there, where everything is vegan, almost everything is organic, and man!  We’re talking super-delicious here.  They have soups and an entree almost every day, (tomorrow, for example, it’s Eggplant Parmesan with spaghetti and marinara sauce) but the big thing is their salad bar.  You tell them what you want on your salad, and they fix it up.  It’s a little on the expensive side, but you get Health!  and Nutrition!  So here’s what you get to choose from:  mixed greens, baby spinach, shredded carrots, beets, jicama, cucumber, grape tomatoes, artichoke hearts, green onions, broccoli, snow pea pods, edamame, soy crumbles, cilantro, olives, chickpeas, red onions, mixed bell peppers, sprouts, AND about 6 different dressings, all homemade, vegan, etc.  I’m sure I’ve missed an ingredient or two, but that’s most of them.  So by the time you pile all that on there, you’ve got a Salad That Satisfies!  (No, I’m not getting paid for promotion- it’s just that good.)  And if you want a little more substance, you can make it what they call a Haystack and pile all that salad on top of organic blue corn chips, beans, and “cheezy” sauce.

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So now I’m thinking that at least it’s got to be a good sign that I’m past craving pure fat, sugar, and carbs wrapped up in colorful individual packages, and I’m on to craving a super healthy salad packed with nutrition, low in fat, and quite possibly wearing a halo.  I desire what is good for me.  My body is acknowledging its need for good stuff.  Yay, progress!  Gotta be a good thing, right?  🙂

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Until next time,

D.

P.S.  As an added bonus, I saved enough on WW points with my scraped-together lunch to treat myself to a lemon biscotti with my coffee!  Sa-weet!!

 

The Time Is Now. August 5, 2011

Dimiter Jossifov Teaches Shorthand On the blac...

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Hello all.  After posting my last two entries detailing the race in all its muddy glory, I am using my little bloggy world here to share another thing I am doing that is very much a leap of faith.  As all my real-world friends know, even though I work at a UPS Store, I’m actually a certified teacher.  A certified teacher who had a first year of teaching after graduation in December 2007 which was difficult in and of itself, but which culminated in a tornado, a fire, a job resignation and a marital separation, all within the space of two months.  Suffice to say, I was battle-scarred and very scared and unprepared to give teaching another try. 

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But I’m a different person now.  I’m different physically and I’m different mentally.  I have struggled financially and emotionally for the last two years with the aftermath of my first year of teaching, and I am ready to take a leap of faith.  The idea won’t get out of my head.  The desire to teach is there.  So even though I’m a little nervous and scared about this, (Ok, a LOT!) I am submitting an application and resume to Ardmore High School today.  They pushed the start of school back, in part because of the insane heat, but mostly because they are still desperately short on teachers!  One of the teachers there, with whom I did some of my observations in college, talked to my friend from work the other day, and begged and pleaded with her to tell me to apply, ASAP.  And so… before I go to work today, I am going to take my application to the admin office and drop it off.  And tell it to Go With God.  🙂

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I am trusting that whatever happens will be God’s will for me.  If that’s where He wants me to be, I’ll get it, and if it’s not, I won’t.  Obviously, I’ll put my best effort into it and everything, but I will trust in Greater Powers for the outcome.  Interviews are difficult for me- as I said on Facebook earlier today, I get all nervous and turn into a cross between Forest Gump and The Other Sister!!  So if I get an interview, pray for me to be calm, cool, and collected and to remember how to talk like a normal person!

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Thanks for your support!

Until next time,

D.

 

 
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One woman's journey to becoming Her True Self

happily ever me

a life in progress

Our Little Geekling

"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing." - Helen Keller

mighty maggie

One woman's journey to becoming Her True Self

Writing Finger

Translations of Poetry from Galician and Spanish into English

The Better Man Project ™

a journey into the depths

An Unexplored Wilderness

A writer's journey