Countdown to Plant Strong

noeats (Mobile)My boyfriend bought me the juicer I wanted for my birthday and yesterday it shipped from Amazon! The more I read (and since getting a Kindle, I am reading A LOT!) the more I think a juicer will be very helpful for my Plant Strong lifestyle.

I have detoxed before, specifically with what I call the Brown Rice detox, but I have never done a juice detox, and I am not a fan of drinking my food.

I like water, wine, coffee, tea, the occasional beer and speciality cocktail, and even rarer still a chocolate milkshake or iced coffee. I have never been big on the smoothie, never been crazy about juice … or even soup! Continue reading “Countdown to Plant Strong”

Alive With Pleasure

Birds of a feather
Birds of a feather

I started smoking when I was 13 years old. This was in the early 1980’s before smoking and smokers became taboo. My dad smoked. A lot of people did. It started as a way to look older, be more cool, and just rebel against my parents and other adult authority figures by doing something they told me I couldn’t. Yeah, mostly that last part. I never wanted to do anything someone told me to do. I am still kind of that way.

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WTF?! Up Another Almost Pound

bodyiageWell I’m definitely bloating up over something because that little Wii Fit board dude says I am up another 0.9 pound again today.

It sounds like he’s saying Ow! when he weighs me, like the continuous gain is physically hurting him. Perhaps it is … maybe I am getting too damn obese to stand on the thing.

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Seasonal Stuff

Odd weather on the river today. One minute thunder and lightning, the next I’m all fogged in. The higher temperature has been resting in my fingers and hips all week. But it’s dropping now again, so there will be more climate adjustment in my joints and then I should settle in.

It’s been a rough couple of weeks. I’ve been really sick with the cold/flu since two Mondays ago. Today I feel like it’s almost gone. Almost. Add to that the arthritis and a bit of seasonal depression, and I’ve been a bit of a sad sack. I haven’t been sleeping very well, tossing and turning for a couple of hours here and there at odd times of the day and night. It hasn’t been uncommon to find me bundled in fuzzy blankets on the futon watching Two and a Half Men reruns at 5am.

Yesterday seemed to be a turning point. I got up early on two hours restless sleep but felt energized. I did laundry, dishes, made a boiled dinner, wrote articles, reviewed articles, edited articles, switched my blog from Blogger to WordPress, talked on the phone for hours, read 25 pages in a book I’m reviewing, watched any tv programming I needed to catch up from the week, watched the movie Evita, sent email, set up interviews, did more dishes, cleaned the bathroom, cleaned out the utility closet, did more laundry, wrote fiction, organized my dvds, searched for books I needed, chatted on MSN, and so it went on. And it all kind of begs the question … was I having a manic episode? Am I manic/ depressive?

It’s not the first time the thought has crossed my mind. I seem to have periods of tremendous productivity followed by periods of almost complete shut-down. Mind you the past couple of weeks I wasn’t completely shut-down, I attended and even chaired meetings, wrote thousands of words, and edited thousands more. But I was tired and sad and getting through took a very large effort. And then I went into hyper overdrive and tried to do everything in one 24 hour period. Today I’m a little sleepy obviously and moving a little slower but my brain is still buzzing with ideas and tasks, the issue seems to be a lack of focus on where to even begin.

Maybe this is just the normal flow of things. I was sick. Now I’m not. Maybe. I wonder if other people cycle from one extreme to the other.

Renegade

I haven’t been doing very well this week. And last, if I’m honest. And the week before that if you want to know the truth. It’s mostly physical. Summer is not my best season. Winter is. And I guess I can’t do anything about that. It is what it is. When it’s really cold. I mean see your breath, fog rolls in the door when you open it, kind of cold, I live a basically pain-free existence. There are no swollen ankles. There are no achy hands. There are no sticky knees. Ten years ago I would have laughed in your face if you tried to tell me that winter would one day become my favourite season. Who could’ve known?

So I’ve done myself a great disservice by spending a weekend outside in the rain, soaked to my knees in mud. By the time we left the reunion on Sunday my hands were so achy I couldn’t hold a cup. And I would’ve needed to hold a cup and slap back a bunch of drinks to have lasted the rest of the afternoon. I feel like my feet will never be warm again. My legs are stiff and swollen. My hands are still aching and numb. I haven’t been to the gym all week. I have no intention of going (and it appears to be closed anyway, which makes that decision easier). The dampness is right in my bones. It’s in my bones and it hurts. And the constant pain puts me in a foul mood. And the pain exhausts me. And the constant exhaustion frustrates me. And I just want to hide under the covers and weep. But I’m too tired and frustrated to even cry. It all takes too much energy. And I have none. No energy.

This is an arthritis flare. It won’t last forever. And it’s been quite some time since I’ve had one. I consider myself lucky. I used to feel this way more often than not. And that was not good. Most times I manage. Some times I don’t. Right now, I’m not. But I will again. I’ve been through worse for longer. I’ll come out of this too. Maybe all I need is a sea salt soak. Maybe all I need is a pair of wooly socks.

Mood: tired
Drinking: red bull
Listening To: smodcast
Hair: longish

Sticky

The humidity is high. How do I know this? My joints are swollen 😦 I hate that! Nevertheless I went to the gym today. Even though I have blisters on the pads of my feet the size of loonies and my head feels like it’s going to pop off and my knees are locking and my fingers aching — despite everything I walked down, trained, and walked home again. I even agreed to go walking this evening at the cove (which thankfully got cancelled!) because dammit getting into shape isn’t easy and it’s time to suck it up and stay on the move. But crap, this humidity sucks the big one. Honestly.

Today after I showered I just laid on the bed wet and naked for 20 minutes unwilling to move. I don’t have A/C, just one fan. I keep the windows open for the breeze off the water, curtains closed to block the sun, lesser people would die in here, I’m sure of it.

My trainer remarked with surprise that he already noticed a difference in me today. I’ve only had four sessions. But it’s true, I also notice a difference. My weight has always been pretty touchy, in that I can lose pretty quick and gain even quicker. Really, all I’ve done so far is walk more, drink more water, eat more frequently and go to the gym four times. I think I’ll save the calorie counting for the plateau. That’s the one thing everyone can count on.

Mood: tired
Drinking: nothing, need water
Listening To: a transport climbing Ledden hill
Hair: headbanded, slick, greasy, damp with sweat

101 in 101 Update

Briefly updated my 101 in 101 list. Want to revamp the whole thing, start fresh with things that matter to me now. Might get to that this week sometime.

My arthritis is acting up today. A little achy in the knees and fingers. A whole lotta sleepy and lazy from pain.

Went to the folks for Father’s Day. Got caught up on Corrie and had a bbq. Spent some quality time with my furry beast.

Mood: tired (i know for sure because my mood ring has come back)
Drinking: coffee
Listening To: typing
Hair: stringy and needing a cut