I just brushed away all the cobwebs from this blog since it’s been so long since I’ve written anything. The fiance gives me a hard time sometimes about not having written. Well, you know, it’s not like I have a new house that looks like a disaster and has nothing but builder’s white on the walls except for eight square patches in the guest bedroom where I tried out some potential colors, or that my associate and I at the Bank are doing the work of FOUR people, or that I have a wedding to plan and that has a to-do list that is still 2 pages long. Nope, none of that, just sitting around eating bon-bons and ignoring the blog. Yep, that’s me.
But the fiance was kind enough to go out and get me the new Wii Fit so I guess I’ll forgive him for bugging me about blogging. He came home with it last night and surprised me with it. I was really excited about it and set it up right away. When you start using the board for the first time, it creates a profile of your fitness to go with your Mii. It asks questions about your age and height, calculates your BMI (it weighs you so you can’t lie) and then has you do a balance test. After all of that, it comes up with your “Fitness Age”. That’s about when I went from being excited to nearly in tears. The Wii Fit board told me I was 56 years old in fitness age. I just turned 41 so that was pretty disheartening to see. My Mii on the screen was pretty upset too.
I realize I am out of shape and overweight but seeing the HUGE number 56 on the screen really hurt. I used to play tennis 2-3 times a week, ride my bike for miles, go for a hike and fit into my size 8 pants. Then as my hypothyroidism got worse I couldn’t do those activities without getting wiped out for a day or getting some injury. Now that I’m taking the right medication and supplements, I feel better, but part of me is still afraid to try to push myself to do exercise for fear that I will end up on the couch or in bed recovering.
I am very motivated though to lose the weight I’ve gained over the last two years. I would like to look good in my wedding pictures and not look back at them and cringe. In spite of the grim evaluation the Wii Fit gave me, I did a few of the activities that are on the disc. The yoga poses were pretty basic compared to what I usually do. I did some running in place holding the Wii remote – that was fun – the scenery is nice and you see all the other Mii’s in your game running along with your or standing on the side of the path so it looks like you’re are actually running – they should put that on treadmills. The most fun was the hula toss. You start out with a single hula hoop that you have to keep spinning around your hips. Then two of your Mii friends stand on either side and toss additional hoops for you to catch and start spinning. It’s so much fun you don’t realize you are working up a sweat.
I’m not sure that I’ll be any more diligent about my blogging going forward. I do have all those things on my plate right now and I’ve now added changing the We Not-So-Fit to We Fit!
I think I would qualify as an online dating veteran. I joined match.com back in 2000 and used it off and on again for seven years and yahoo personals on occasion. Excluding my wonderful fiance who I met on Match last January, I met and had serious relationships with 4 other guys in that time. I can also happily say I never had any disastrous dates or met any wackos through the personals.
I have a great friend who is smart, beautiful, funny and independent. She’s never been married, no kids, no bad habits except for buying lots of shoes, but that is forgivable. She’s trying online dating again with some level of frustration. I have lots and lots of advice for men that are doing online dating but I’ll save that for another post. In the meantime, I’ve been thinking about online dating and how it really is a lot like fishing.
My grandfather liked to hunt and fish and garden – a real outdoorsy kind of guy. He had four daughters before he had a son who could go hunting with him. Then he had seven granddaughters before his first grandson (we must have very dominant X chromosones in our family). I think he got tired of waiting for a grandson and figured he’d make do with the pack of granddaughters he was given. His doctor had a small pond on a piece of land. He let my grandfather go fishing there anytime he wanted. Every so often a bunch of us would be staying at their house while our parents were “out on the town”.
I haven’t written for quite some time. I’ve been really busy at work and still trying to get my health issues under control. I finally found an endocrinologist who was actually interested in helping me find out what was wrong with me and how to fix it. I went in two weeks ago last Friday to see him for the first time. He requested a whole host of blood work on me. He said it would take a couple of weeks for all the results to come in. Last Thursday I called his office to inquire about the status of my results. I left a message since the nurse was unavailable. On Friday afternoon, I hadn’t heard back so I called again. The receptionist tried reaching the nurse again. He came back and said that the nurse said that the results were back and that the doctor was reviewing them. She said she expected to have them back from him that afternoon. Friday afternoon came and went with no answer. I am so anxious to hear back about these results because I have been feeling unwell for so long and I am hoping that this doctor has finally started to put the pieces together. Anyway, I figured if I didn’t hear back from them on Friday, I would hear on Monday. At four o’clock yesterday afternoon I still hadn’t heard, so I called back. I left an actual voicemail on the nurse’s phone. I explained that I was anxious to hear and that even if she called to let me know when I should expect to hear back that would be great. I was in an all-day meeting today away from my voicemail. I checked my work voicemail periodicallly throughout the day. Finally at 3:30 the nurse left me a voicemail to call her back. I called at 4:00 when I could step out of the meeting. The receptionist tried several times to get the nurse because he knew I’d been calling and trying to get an answer. He finally was able to contact the nurse. He said she was busy with a patient, but that another nurse was going to call me. I explained that I was in an all-day meeting and that my cell phone didn’t have good reception but to have the other nurse leave a phone number if she didn’t get me. He said that she worked until 5:30 and would call me before she left. Surprise, surprise, NO ONE CALLED ME BACK!!! At this point I was livid. I called back and got their after hours answering service. I was given a recorded message and told to hold for the next available representative. I was on hold for five minutes when someone answered and asked me to hold. I was then on hold for another FIVE MINUTES before I finally gave up. I was beside myself I was so angry at this point. I finally called back a while later. I was on hold for almost five minutes when someone finally answered. She wanted to put me on hold. I told her “no”. She wanted to know what my problem was. I told her my problem was that “NO ONE IN THE OFFICE WOULD CALL ME BACK!!!!” I told her to leave a message with the office that I was done being nice and patient and I wanted someone to call me back before 9 am tomorrow morning. We’ll see if they call me back. Maybe if they got email like this article it might help.
I haven’t gotten around to writing in quite a while – almost two months now. I have been busy with my new job (oh yeah, I haven’t updated on that, have I) so I don’t have as much free time during the day to jot down my thoughts.
But anyway, back to the heart of this blog post… I saw this article on Huffington Post how more women have recently recognized that intellect is far more attractive than muscles. These geeks are getting their own groupies too. These guys have a deep intellectual curiousity and have accomplished some really extrordinary things using their brains. I have my very own geek and he is incredibly smart and not the least bit boring. Not only is he a very accomplished physicist, he also skydives, figure skates, writes and plays the guitar (both accoustic and electric). Long after any muscles or brawn have disappeared with age, he’ll still have all of these things.
He’s smart and interesting but on top of that he’s great fun to hang out with. I’m always baffled by the women who marry men that spend every weekend playing golf with their buddies and glued to the TV watching the <insert sport here> game. These women don’t seem to mind this – they are out with their girlfriends shopping, getting their nails done, etc. but barely spend significant alone time with their husbands. I’m not saying you should give up all of your friends and spend every waking second with each other either. My boyfriend and I LIKE to spend time with each other. He still goes skydiving (weather permitting) on Saturdays and I run around and do those girly things while he’s there. But for the rest of the weekend, we spend the all of our time together. We go for bike rides or go shopping or recently I’ve started skating so we go to the rink for an hour or so. I’ve gone on two week-long vacations with him and we haven’t ended the trip fighting and anxious to get away from each other like I hear so many other people complain. If anything, I go through withdrawal when I have to spend time without him.
Valentine’s Day is tomorrow. I realize this post is rather prescient now given that fact. I hope he realizes how much I love and appreciate him and that he is the person I’d most like to spend my free time with. Love you Sweetie!
Last weekend my boyfriend and I had a Christmas party at my place. We made sure that the house was clean and neat before everyone arrived. My house isn’t always perfectly clean (yes, I know that is shocking!) but I try to keep some semblance of order and not live like a slob.
Being a former interior designer, I like watching HGTV. They show a lot of programs about fixing up your house to sell. These are probably pretty popular given the housing market. I am constantly floored at the houses that are featured. What amazes me is the state of disrepair and general dirtiness that other people live in. For example, the most recent show I watched featured a family in a $600,000 house. It had been on the market for 6 months and not had any offers. The owners were just mystified that they hadn’t been able to sell it. When the cameras toured the house, it was obvious to me why it hadn’t. The front yard had foot-high grass, a tree that had fallen down and bushes that were cut down and left sitting there. Inside there was crayon on the walls from their children (brats) and the living room carpet was filthy. They tried to hide the carpet under an area rug – gross. And, the front window had a broken pain of glass. These people were not struggling for cash as evidenced by the incredibly HUGE flat panel TV in the living room. I think maybe they spent a little too much time sitting on their asses in front of it instead of watching their kids and cleaning up the house and mowing the yard. The Realtor suggested they lower the asking price and they were incredulous. What did they think? That people want to move into a place that needs lots of work? Would they? I’m guessing “no” since they didn’t want to fix up the place they currently live in. Sheesh! People are dumb.
So, I was getting dressed for work this morning and put on a pair of my “large’ pants and they were TIGHT! Argh! The scale has been slowly creeping up a few pounds over the last few weeks. I am the heaviest I have ever been in my life. When I was thinner, I often wondered how people could let themselves get so fat. I would gain a few pounds and immediately increase my exercise and cut back on eating and lose it. I couldn’t understand how anyone could gain 10, 20, or 50 pounds. Now I know. When I started gaining weight a couple of years ago, I tried my exercise and diet routine and didn’t lose anything. I then tried exercising harder and more often – still after 4 months I had nothing to show for it except an injured back. On top of it, I was exhausted.
So, I gave up trying to exercise. And part of my illness causes hypoglycemia when I am stressed – either physically or emotionally. When I get that I just want to eat carbs. It becomes a vicious cycle because then my blood sugar would shoot up and then drop down too low again and I’d have to eat carbs. Since my insulin levels were all over the place, anything I ate would be immediately converted to fat stores. Lovely. There would be some weeks if I was really stressed I would gain 3-5 pounds. And once it was there, it wasn’t coming off.
I’ve alluded to some of my health issues in previous posts but I haven’t gotten into the details too much. I have started posts trying to explain them, but always end up scrapping them. It gets complicated and I get frustrated. The Reader’s Digest version is that I have hypothyroidism and something wrong (maybe a deficiency in cortisol) with my adrenal glands – I’m getting tested in two weeks. Basically what this does is make me tired, fat, crabby and confused. I also get headaches and muscle aches for no apparent reason. The most recent issue is bursitis in my hip. My doctor wanted to know if I had injured it doing physical activity. Unless sitting on the couch constitutes physical activity, the chances of that are pretty slim.
I used to have more than enough energy. I would work two jobs because I was bored or to make extra money. For three years I went to graduate school part-time, worked full-time and bought and remodeled a condo. I would go out with my girlfriends on a Friday night and then get up Saturday to play touch football. I was probably starting to fall apart back then, but didn’t realize it. Sometimes I would come home from work on a Friday and fall asleep on the couch during the six o’clock news and not get up until 10 the next morning.