Category: work

A Little Drama

Yesterday was my official day #1 of logging Weight Watchers points instead of counting calories, and I did pretty damn good, if I may say so myself.  I have 30 points per day, and I finished the day at 30 points exactly.

I showed my husband the app, explained the points, and showed him how I had used 30 of my 30 points and didn’t have any left for the day.  He was polite and pretended to be interested, ha ha.  A few minutes later, I asked him to toss me a caramel from the candy dish on the table beside him, and he said no.  He told me, “I am not going to contribute to the delinquency of your diet!”  So thanks to his diligent police work, I did not go even one point over for the day.  (For the record, I looked it up, and one caramel is one point.)

Today I had hot tea with my breakfast, because my usual breakfast-of-champions beverage, Coke, is 9 points, and that’s just way too much to use at one swoop.  I have had no soda today at all.  I don’t know what it is about the points system vs. calories that motivates me so much more, but whatever it is, I will take it!

Remember that wellness challenge at work that I mentioned, where we are tracking our miles?  This morning the person in charge of the challenge came to my office and, looking embarrassed, told me that he had gotten some questions about the number of miles I’ve been reporting on our chart.  I showed him my workout log, where each and every mile is accounted for.

He told me that a co-worker (he didn’t say who) complained that I should be converting Spinning class time to miles.  That makes no sense.  The Spinning bikes have little computers that track rotations per minute, time, and miles.  So I know precisely, to the hundredths of a mile, how many miles I cover during one class.  I told him the bikes track miles, so why would I convert time to miles?  If someone is walking on a treadmill, they are logging the miles from the treadmill, not converting time to miles.  Why would Spinning class be any different?

I can understand converting activities that don’t easily measure in miles, like yoga or weight training or Zumba.  But walking, running, and biking are easily measured in miles already.  There is nothing to convert.

Since he had no explanation, argument, or rationalization for me, I am not changing a thing.  To be honest, I am irritated.  If I was in dead last place, how I track Spinning class would not even be an issue to anybody.  But I’m winning, and pretty soundly spanking everyone’s butt at that, so now I am under the microscope, with jealous co-workers trying to find ways to discredit my hard work instead of stepping it up themselves.

Don’t like that I am whipping your ass in the miles challenge?  Then beat me.  Simple as that.

In honor of the sissy coward punk who complained and couldn’t even do that to my face, I did a 2-mile walk during my lunch today instead of the usual 1-mile.  Consider this game on.  Didn’t like how many miles I had last week?  Oh, wait until you see what I rack up this week!

Lazy Summer

I wish this was how my days are going!

Summertime is for slow, lazy days, lounging languidly on the beach, swinging gently in hammocks…yeah, right.  Summer has always been the busiest time of the year for me, since my company has the amazing intellect to schedule most of our biggest events in June and July. Thanks, work!

Last week was a non-stop blur of meetings and events, and since my boss says I am so good at organizing things, I get the dubious honor of planning and coordinating everything.  Again: thanks, work!

The kids are home with us for the week, and we celebrated Father’s Day together and had a great day.  The poor kids have listened to endless foaming-at-the-mouth rants and diatribes about how their father has the nerve, and has no right, to want to spend Father’s Day with them, courtesy of their womb-for-rent, Psycho, who clearly has multiple untreated issues.  I can’t even imagine what it’s like living day to day with that kind of insanity.

So things are going well, just extremely busy, and I get frustrated with the garbage the kids have to deal with just because Psycho can’t handle the fact that their father is happy now and isn’t interested in her or her drama.  From the sounds of  it, absolutely everything in her sad, pathetic life revolves around what my fiance and I are doing, and after ten years of this, it’s not only annoying, but disturbing: she obviously has no plan to ever get a life, not when she is so obsessed with ours.

Well, since she insists on staying on our asses, I suppose all I can do is extend to her an invitation to get comfy and keep gawking, because we intend to just keep on being happy while she keeps on being miserable!

Travel and Stress

I had another great weigh-in this past Saturday (down 3 more pounds to 185), and I have lost 26 pounds total.  I’m terrified I’m going to blow it this week though!  I have to travel for work, have to eat on the road, get thrown way off my schedule and routine, and have to attend a huge reception and dinner event loaded with food from beginning to end, complete with dessert.

Gah, I hate to travel, especially for work.  My plan is to work out at home before I leave for the trip to be absolutely certain my workout is done that day.  If I wait until I get to the hotel, forget it. Someone is going to call, someone is going to need me, and there go my workout plans.

I plan to eat on my own before the reception and dinner event.  First, I am working the event, so lord knows when I will be able to sit down to eat.  I don’t want to be starving and make bad decisions. Second, I already know the food at the event will be rich, loaded with sauces,and heavy.  I’d like to minimize or eliminate my intake of that.

I’m going to work out at the hotel the next morning, first thing, to make certain that workout gets completed too.  I’m also to pack meal bars and juice so I can eat breakfast on my own and not rely on greasy, heavy food at the hotel restaurant.  (They’re also already saved in my MyFitnessPal food diary!)

But I’m still nervous.  I know how easily I go off the rails, especially when I’m stressed out or rushed, and I’m guaranteed to be both until this event is over.  I really want another loss this week.  I don’t want to move backwards now.

Not Perfect, But Better

I started the week off with a Monday night Spinning class, and I put my inner geek on full display when the first song was Neil Diamond’s “Coming to America”!  I adore Neil Diamond, and I happily sang along.

My boyfriend and I went grocery shopping after my class, and since I hadn’t eaten yet, I started to feel woozy and ready to gnaw on a cardboard box.  The store had a Subway nearby, so we decided to duck in there before heading home.  I spotted the steak ‘n cheese sub on the menu, but I ordered the roasted chicken instead.  Problem was, I was so hungry, I ordered the 12 inch sub without thinking.

When I got it, I almost wanted to hand half of it back.  What was I thinking?  A 12 inch sub?  Double the calories?  Ugh.  But I ended up eating half and wrapping the rest up to take home, and I saved it for my lunch today.

That may not seem like a big deal, but not long ago, I would have hit McDonald’s drive-through on the way home and thought nothing of a huge value meal, size large, please.  Oh, and an apple pie.

Today at work I had my performance review, and it went really well.  I got a nice raise, which I am very excited about!  My first thought was going out to dinner to celebrate, but eating out is such a trigger for me.  I don’t want it to kick off bad eating the rest of the week.  I might wait until after weigh in on Saturday!

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