07/30/2006
No loss.
But, I didn't really expect one since I have NOT been good this week. Everyone has wanted to go to lunch or dinner this week since I'm about to leave the job, so the temptation has been difficult to overcome. Plus, the stress related to the house is really getting to me. I need to figure out how to rearrange my living/dining/bedroom to get my treadmill where I can use it again. I don't want to exercise right now, but I think I may need the outlet.
Hey wait - that means I'll have a gym/living/dining/bedroom.
Great.
Gotta run . . . there's yet another project I need to work on for the house.
With friendship,
Care'
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Week #27: Update on Everything
07/23/2006
There's a ton of stuff going on right now, so I'll catch you up on everything.
WEIGHT LOSS
Or maybe I should title this "WEIGHT GAIN" . . . Yep, I'm up a half a pound. Double GRRRRRR. I'm struggling. I'm losing the will to even try anymore, but I haven't given up. I think some things in my life need to settle down a bit so I can get back on track.
JOB
I decided to take the new job and my notice was officially accepted last Monday. My last day in August 9th. Why, oh why, do I give this much notice every time I leave? As usual, most things have already been asigned to others and my workload has dropped significantly. I'm wondering if I'll have enough to do for the next two and a half weeks. But, I am looking VERY forward to the new job. It sounds like I'll be traveling for the first couple of months for training, which will be fun. I like travel - it's the hubby that doesn't like it.
HOUSE
I never remember how much I've shared about my never-ending house woes. We had a fire last December that originated in the heating unit. Basically, all of the ceilings in the house had to be repaired because the duct work was inside of fir downs. The cool thing is that we got to raise the ceiling in several areas, but there is still a TON of sheetrocking, taping, mudding, texturing and painting to be done. Every room in my house has some sort of repair work that needs attention.
We finished replacing the a/c and heating unit and installed all the new duct work in February, but since then work has stalled. Most of this is due to the fact that the insurance check didn't even cover the new a/c and heating unit, much less the repairs. Since we're having to fund the repairs ourselves (which is why I gave up NS food) and since DH is having to do the work himself, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out WHY work has stalled.
Last weekend work started again. DH and I decided that we would start in the hallway, since that had the most visible damage and because all of the books from the bookshelves that had to be torn down are piled in each of the bedrooms. The thought was that this would not only make the worst area of the house better, but the bedrooms would benefit from less clutter. All sheetrock was hung and taping and mudding was completed on half of the hallway last Saturday. AWESOME! Our plan for Sunday was to tape and mud the other side of the hallway. Then, we would texture this weekend and paint next weekend. The end was in sight!
In our apparent arrogance that something was FINALY going right with this house, we went out shopping. We went to a few stores and had a few more stops to make, but we had to come home because I had to pee (see, I'm still drinking my water.) I went to the bathroom in our master bedroom, and when I walked out I noticed my son was staring at the ceiling with his mouth wide open. When I looked up, I saw that there was a huge bubble and water was starting to drip on the floor.
Great.
I yelled for my husband who came in the room, saw what was going on, then immediately went to the attic to investigate. Meanwhile I made a mad dash to the kitchen (exercise, right?) to get a pitcher to catch the water. I placed the sad little pitcher under the huge bubble, and started moving everything out from under it as fast as I could. I managed to get a few things out of the way, but then it burst. . . . right on top of my head.
I looked up to see my hubby looking down at me from a now even larger hole in the ceiling. Here are some pics. Enjoy.
http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y10/pbjcreations/P1000524.jpg
http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y10/pbjcreations/P1000525.jpg
http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y10/pbjcreations/P1000526.jpg
http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y10/pbjcreations/P1000528.jpg
http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y10/pbjcreations/P1000527.jpg
As of today, we sill have the huge hole in the ceiling, because the condensing unit continues to leak. We think it may be because we have to insulate the dryer vent. Great. More work.
Anyone need a house? I'll make you a GREAT deal . . .
With friendship,
Care'
There's a ton of stuff going on right now, so I'll catch you up on everything.
WEIGHT LOSS
Or maybe I should title this "WEIGHT GAIN" . . . Yep, I'm up a half a pound. Double GRRRRRR. I'm struggling. I'm losing the will to even try anymore, but I haven't given up. I think some things in my life need to settle down a bit so I can get back on track.
JOB
I decided to take the new job and my notice was officially accepted last Monday. My last day in August 9th. Why, oh why, do I give this much notice every time I leave? As usual, most things have already been asigned to others and my workload has dropped significantly. I'm wondering if I'll have enough to do for the next two and a half weeks. But, I am looking VERY forward to the new job. It sounds like I'll be traveling for the first couple of months for training, which will be fun. I like travel - it's the hubby that doesn't like it.
HOUSE
I never remember how much I've shared about my never-ending house woes. We had a fire last December that originated in the heating unit. Basically, all of the ceilings in the house had to be repaired because the duct work was inside of fir downs. The cool thing is that we got to raise the ceiling in several areas, but there is still a TON of sheetrocking, taping, mudding, texturing and painting to be done. Every room in my house has some sort of repair work that needs attention.
We finished replacing the a/c and heating unit and installed all the new duct work in February, but since then work has stalled. Most of this is due to the fact that the insurance check didn't even cover the new a/c and heating unit, much less the repairs. Since we're having to fund the repairs ourselves (which is why I gave up NS food) and since DH is having to do the work himself, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out WHY work has stalled.
Last weekend work started again. DH and I decided that we would start in the hallway, since that had the most visible damage and because all of the books from the bookshelves that had to be torn down are piled in each of the bedrooms. The thought was that this would not only make the worst area of the house better, but the bedrooms would benefit from less clutter. All sheetrock was hung and taping and mudding was completed on half of the hallway last Saturday. AWESOME! Our plan for Sunday was to tape and mud the other side of the hallway. Then, we would texture this weekend and paint next weekend. The end was in sight!
In our apparent arrogance that something was FINALY going right with this house, we went out shopping. We went to a few stores and had a few more stops to make, but we had to come home because I had to pee (see, I'm still drinking my water.) I went to the bathroom in our master bedroom, and when I walked out I noticed my son was staring at the ceiling with his mouth wide open. When I looked up, I saw that there was a huge bubble and water was starting to drip on the floor.
Great.
I yelled for my husband who came in the room, saw what was going on, then immediately went to the attic to investigate. Meanwhile I made a mad dash to the kitchen (exercise, right?) to get a pitcher to catch the water. I placed the sad little pitcher under the huge bubble, and started moving everything out from under it as fast as I could. I managed to get a few things out of the way, but then it burst. . . . right on top of my head.
I looked up to see my hubby looking down at me from a now even larger hole in the ceiling. Here are some pics. Enjoy.
http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y10/pbjcreations/P1000524.jpg
http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y10/pbjcreations/P1000525.jpg
http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y10/pbjcreations/P1000526.jpg
http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y10/pbjcreations/P1000528.jpg
http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y10/pbjcreations/P1000527.jpg
As of today, we sill have the huge hole in the ceiling, because the condensing unit continues to leak. We think it may be because we have to insulate the dryer vent. Great. More work.
Anyone need a house? I'll make you a GREAT deal . . .
With friendship,
Care'
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Week #26: GRRRR. I'm Stuck!
07/16/2006
Join my pity party, won't you?
I'm a little tired of this sloooooooooooow process of losing weight that seems to have been around for a while now. It seems like it is taking FOREVER to lose this weight. It's driving me nuts!
On the other hand, I just spent some time looking at my progress on the right, and you know what? That's still pretty good. I also figured out that I'm averaging 1.48 pounds per week lost. That's not bad either (although I'd prefer it be 2 pounds per week).
I think I'm at that point where I am getting tired of trying so hard and not seeing the results on the scale. The fact that I've made it 26 weeks is more than twice as long than I have stuck with a diet in the past, so I'm pretty pround of that. But, I have to admit that I am very frustrated.
There, I said it.
Right now I'm a little resentful of the fact that I've struggled with weight all my life and that I have to deny myself some of those tasty foods that others can eat without restriction. I'm tried of the fact that I have to get my butt on the treadmill every day to see the scale spit out a 1/2 loss while others seem to lose weight just by lying on the couch. I'm jealous of others that have been on NS about the same amount of time as me and have lost in the 50 pound range already.
I know I'm being silly. I know that my progress so far is awesome and the fact that I'm averaging about 1.5 per week is nothing to be ashamed of.
I know all of this.
But, I'm pissed off right now.
I have to be careful because this pissed off point is usually when I throw in the towel and start eating like crap again and gain all the weight back plus 15 more. I know I don't want to to that. I know that I can't do that.
I want to be excited about this lifestyle change again, and I'm having a hard time getting there. I don't even like reading the support boards right now because I don't like how I feel about myself after reading them.
I'm feeling fat and gross again, whereas I was feeling energetic and sexy just a few weeks before.
Damn. I need to snap out of it.
Maybe it's time to mix things up again. Maybe I should order the NS food again since I've been trying to do it on my own for about 3 months now. Or maybe I should try the JC food since the overall plan is pretty similar.
Maybe I'm just at another pivotal point in my mid-life crisis? Perhaps there is something that I'm about to learn about myself that will open up the gates for success?
How long is a mid-life crisis supposed to last?
I know I don't have everything resolved. I still haven't spoken with my dad, so that means we're up to a over a year now with zero communication. I just don't feel ready yet. I feel like I still need to figure out some stuff. I also know that my emotional eating can be directly attributed to my relationship (or lack thereof) with the father figures in my life, so I'm sure that must be it.
But damn it, I'm tired of the tears. I'm tired of the gut-wrenching, emotional roller coaster that I go through each time I have to face something about myself. The last time almost resulted in a divorce for me and my hubby and I just don't want to have the "big D" conversation again. We're better now - in fact I think we're stronger. But, geesh, I just don't know if I can handle another discussion like that and I'm afraid that would be coming.
I guess I can't live in fear either.
I guess if you're reading this, say a prayer for my hubby so that he has the strength to get through the next one of these "self-awakenings" that I go through. I know I'll be fine when I come out on the other side, but I worry that my hubby is wearing out.
With friendship,
Care'
Join my pity party, won't you?
I'm a little tired of this sloooooooooooow process of losing weight that seems to have been around for a while now. It seems like it is taking FOREVER to lose this weight. It's driving me nuts!
On the other hand, I just spent some time looking at my progress on the right, and you know what? That's still pretty good. I also figured out that I'm averaging 1.48 pounds per week lost. That's not bad either (although I'd prefer it be 2 pounds per week).
I think I'm at that point where I am getting tired of trying so hard and not seeing the results on the scale. The fact that I've made it 26 weeks is more than twice as long than I have stuck with a diet in the past, so I'm pretty pround of that. But, I have to admit that I am very frustrated.
There, I said it.
Right now I'm a little resentful of the fact that I've struggled with weight all my life and that I have to deny myself some of those tasty foods that others can eat without restriction. I'm tried of the fact that I have to get my butt on the treadmill every day to see the scale spit out a 1/2 loss while others seem to lose weight just by lying on the couch. I'm jealous of others that have been on NS about the same amount of time as me and have lost in the 50 pound range already.
I know I'm being silly. I know that my progress so far is awesome and the fact that I'm averaging about 1.5 per week is nothing to be ashamed of.
I know all of this.
But, I'm pissed off right now.
I have to be careful because this pissed off point is usually when I throw in the towel and start eating like crap again and gain all the weight back plus 15 more. I know I don't want to to that. I know that I can't do that.
I want to be excited about this lifestyle change again, and I'm having a hard time getting there. I don't even like reading the support boards right now because I don't like how I feel about myself after reading them.
I'm feeling fat and gross again, whereas I was feeling energetic and sexy just a few weeks before.
Damn. I need to snap out of it.
Maybe it's time to mix things up again. Maybe I should order the NS food again since I've been trying to do it on my own for about 3 months now. Or maybe I should try the JC food since the overall plan is pretty similar.
Maybe I'm just at another pivotal point in my mid-life crisis? Perhaps there is something that I'm about to learn about myself that will open up the gates for success?
How long is a mid-life crisis supposed to last?
I know I don't have everything resolved. I still haven't spoken with my dad, so that means we're up to a over a year now with zero communication. I just don't feel ready yet. I feel like I still need to figure out some stuff. I also know that my emotional eating can be directly attributed to my relationship (or lack thereof) with the father figures in my life, so I'm sure that must be it.
But damn it, I'm tired of the tears. I'm tired of the gut-wrenching, emotional roller coaster that I go through each time I have to face something about myself. The last time almost resulted in a divorce for me and my hubby and I just don't want to have the "big D" conversation again. We're better now - in fact I think we're stronger. But, geesh, I just don't know if I can handle another discussion like that and I'm afraid that would be coming.
I guess I can't live in fear either.
I guess if you're reading this, say a prayer for my hubby so that he has the strength to get through the next one of these "self-awakenings" that I go through. I know I'll be fine when I come out on the other side, but I worry that my hubby is wearing out.
With friendship,
Care'
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Crap.
07/11/2006
Well, I did it. I gave my notice to my boss yesterday afternoon. He pretty much looked at it and told me I'd have to deal with his boss, which was my worst fear. My boss' boss is the CEO of the company and man, is he a salesman!
Sure enough, around 4:00 yesterday he came up to me and asked that I meet with him this morning. I said no. He laughed. He said, "how about 10?"
So, last night I was really stressing out. I finally decided to just quit worrying and wait and see what happens.
10:00 rolled around this morning and I went to his office. Yep, he's one heck of a salesman.
Now I don't know what to do. I am SO confused. Bottom line, the benefits and immediate salary are better at the new job. But, the long-term growth potential and earnings are better at the current job.
Crap.
I talked about the stress level and the hours. Apparently, I'm not supposed to be killing myself like I am and that can immediately be rectified. He did remind me that I kind of have a controlling personality and that I'd probably work myself to death in the new job too. As much as I'd like to deny it, he's right. I do have a tendency to jump in head first and take on way too much responsibility.
New Job - better immediate pay
Current Job - better long term pay
New Job - long drive to work
Current Job - short drive to work
New Job - must dress up
Current Job - business casual is considered overdressed
New Job - 1 more week of vacation
Current Job - same amount of vacation
New Job - significantly better benefits (insurance, 401k etc)
Current Job - some benefits - they are okay - not great
So, what would you do? Do you dance with the one that brought you or go back to an old flame? (The new job is actually the job I had prior to this one.)
Dazed and confused,
Care'
Well, I did it. I gave my notice to my boss yesterday afternoon. He pretty much looked at it and told me I'd have to deal with his boss, which was my worst fear. My boss' boss is the CEO of the company and man, is he a salesman!
Sure enough, around 4:00 yesterday he came up to me and asked that I meet with him this morning. I said no. He laughed. He said, "how about 10?"
So, last night I was really stressing out. I finally decided to just quit worrying and wait and see what happens.
10:00 rolled around this morning and I went to his office. Yep, he's one heck of a salesman.
Now I don't know what to do. I am SO confused. Bottom line, the benefits and immediate salary are better at the new job. But, the long-term growth potential and earnings are better at the current job.
Crap.
I talked about the stress level and the hours. Apparently, I'm not supposed to be killing myself like I am and that can immediately be rectified. He did remind me that I kind of have a controlling personality and that I'd probably work myself to death in the new job too. As much as I'd like to deny it, he's right. I do have a tendency to jump in head first and take on way too much responsibility.
New Job - better immediate pay
Current Job - better long term pay
New Job - long drive to work
Current Job - short drive to work
New Job - must dress up
Current Job - business casual is considered overdressed
New Job - 1 more week of vacation
Current Job - same amount of vacation
New Job - significantly better benefits (insurance, 401k etc)
Current Job - some benefits - they are okay - not great
So, what would you do? Do you dance with the one that brought you or go back to an old flame? (The new job is actually the job I had prior to this one.)
Dazed and confused,
Care'
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Week #25: No Gain, No Loss, No Problem
07/08/2006
I think I finally figured out how to read my mom's scale (see previous post) and it appears that I'm holding steady at 193. Cool. Since I'm on vacation and it's that TOM, I'm pretty happy to be maintaining. Besides, I wasn't exactly an angel a couple of days this week. I caved in and enjoyed some Mexican food the other night.
The cool thing is, while I've been hanging out with Mom, she's picked up some of my eating habits. In fact, when she weighed yesterday, she was down 5 pounds! She is super excited and I'm happy for her. I think that was the jump start she needed to get her back on her weight loss plan.
My vacation ends tomorrow. I'm both happy and sad. Sad because, well, I have to go back to work! LOL! Happy because I miss my husband. (DS and I took the trip alone since DH NEVER gets any time off.) Jake and I had a blast - it's always fun hanging out at Nana's house - NO RULES! ;) But, we both miss Vince a lot. I just hope Vince remembers to pick us up at the airport tomorrow. We seem to have challenges with airport pick ups . . . .
I have to admit that I'm also excited to be going home. About two weeks ago I finally got THE JOB OFFER. (This was the one that started back in November of 2005. ) It's funny. Because it took so long to get everything worked out and because there were several times that I thought it was all going to fall apart, I didn't even blink an eye when the offer came in and immediately accepted. So, my start date is August 14th. That means that some time next week I'll be giving notice. I'm dreading it. I know my boss is going to be pissed and will try to talk me out of it. Then, his boss will try to talk me out of it. I'm not trying to be arogant - I just know this will happen. Since I've been there I've seen 5 people give notice, and all but 2 were successfully talked out of leaving. Ugh. Unfortunately, my boss' boss is one heck of a salesman, so I'm a little worried about the discussion. I just know that taking the new job is the right thing to do for me and my family. It will go a long way towards better work-life balance, which I so desparately need right now.
So, it's with a mixutre of excitement, sadness and glee that I face the journey back home tomorrow. Life is never dull, is it?
With friendship,
Care'
I think I finally figured out how to read my mom's scale (see previous post) and it appears that I'm holding steady at 193. Cool. Since I'm on vacation and it's that TOM, I'm pretty happy to be maintaining. Besides, I wasn't exactly an angel a couple of days this week. I caved in and enjoyed some Mexican food the other night.
The cool thing is, while I've been hanging out with Mom, she's picked up some of my eating habits. In fact, when she weighed yesterday, she was down 5 pounds! She is super excited and I'm happy for her. I think that was the jump start she needed to get her back on her weight loss plan.
My vacation ends tomorrow. I'm both happy and sad. Sad because, well, I have to go back to work! LOL! Happy because I miss my husband. (DS and I took the trip alone since DH NEVER gets any time off.) Jake and I had a blast - it's always fun hanging out at Nana's house - NO RULES! ;) But, we both miss Vince a lot. I just hope Vince remembers to pick us up at the airport tomorrow. We seem to have challenges with airport pick ups . . . .
I have to admit that I'm also excited to be going home. About two weeks ago I finally got THE JOB OFFER. (This was the one that started back in November of 2005. ) It's funny. Because it took so long to get everything worked out and because there were several times that I thought it was all going to fall apart, I didn't even blink an eye when the offer came in and immediately accepted. So, my start date is August 14th. That means that some time next week I'll be giving notice. I'm dreading it. I know my boss is going to be pissed and will try to talk me out of it. Then, his boss will try to talk me out of it. I'm not trying to be arogant - I just know this will happen. Since I've been there I've seen 5 people give notice, and all but 2 were successfully talked out of leaving. Ugh. Unfortunately, my boss' boss is one heck of a salesman, so I'm a little worried about the discussion. I just know that taking the new job is the right thing to do for me and my family. It will go a long way towards better work-life balance, which I so desparately need right now.
So, it's with a mixutre of excitement, sadness and glee that I face the journey back home tomorrow. Life is never dull, is it?
With friendship,
Care'
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Week #24: Another 1.5 pounds - I think?
07/01/2006
Okay, so I'm in Kansas City on vacation with my son - we're hanging out with my mom for about a week and a half - and I know that I'll have two weigh ins while I'm here. Mom has a scale, so no problem right? I'll just make sure to calibrate it before I step on it to ensure I get a proper weight. Good idea. Done.
So, this morning I wake up at 6:30 as usual (darn bladder) and proceed down two flights of stairs to step on the scale, which is in the basement. I flip on the light and there it is . . . the world's largest scale. I mean, this thing is HUGE! Like three people could weigh at the same time, huge. And, to top it off, it's clunky to move around because one side is heavier that the other. "Oh well," I think, "Maybe I'll burn off a few calories while moving this thing in place."
So I get it to the middle of the bathroom and decide that I need to claibrate it. I look around to find something for which I know the weight. The logical thing is hand weights, but those are upstairs (two flights) and they are in my mom's bedroom. She is still sleeping and I don't want to wake her up. Time to get inventive. I go to the kitchen (upstairs, one flight) to see what I can find. I know that four sticks of butter is a pound so I try that - oops, 2 and a half sticks left. How about a 1 pound tub of cool whip? Darn, someone's been in the cool whip. How about canned food? That should work. I go to the cubbord and find a 1.5 pound jar of speghetti sauce. Eureka! It won't be perfect, but close enough.
So, I treck downstairs (one flight) again to weigh my speghetti sauce. It occurs to me how ridiculious this must look, but I shrug it off. I place the speghetti sauce on the scale and then calibrate it appropriately. Cool. I'm ready to roll.
I step on the scale. Can't see shit. Great. Left the glasses upstairs. So, do I go back upstairs (two flights) to get the glasses or do I just try to figure this out? I mean, I don't want my glasses to ADD weight, right?
Okay, I'm smart, I can figure this out. After all, I just successfully calibrated a scale with speghetti sauce . . .
So, I get off the scale and get a little closer to the read out. It's one of those old-fashioned dial thingies that was done in 4 point font or something that my parents bought when I was like 14. I stopped to ponder this for a moment - why would you put such a teeny, tiny font on such a big ass scale? Is it supposed to make us mad, cry or laugh? My sister would say it's art. It's showing the juxtaposition of something so tiny and graceful against something so heavy and clunky.
Whatever.
Okay, back to reality.
I notice that there are these little tiny marker things that can be moved around the face of the dial. I guess they are used to track progress, although they move pretty easily so I'm not sure how reliable that would be in my house full of cats. I decide that I'll move one of the markers about where I think the hand should land, and then skooch the marker around until it lines up with the hand.
Brilliant.
So, back up on the scale I go. Man, I really have to squint to see the hand and the marker. Imagine if I were 6 foot tall! I see the marker is a little off, so I step off the scale and skooch the marker a bit. On the scale again, quick check, off the scale, skooch, on the sale again, quick check, off the scale, skooch . . . .
I finally get what I believe is alignment. (And I think I may have gotten in some aerobic exercise at the same time).
I bend down to take the reading. Can't see it. So I get a little closer. Hmmmm, still can't really tell. I press my nose up against the glass. Darn it! The marker is wide enough that you can't tell if it's on 192, 192.5 or 193.
Is it time to get the glasses now? Yep.
Upstairs (two flights) to retrieve glasses. Back downstairs (two flights) to weigh again.
Apparently, I need to get new glasses, because I still can't tell if it's 192, 192.5 or 193.
I decide that I'll be conservative and pick 193. After all, that's still a pound and a half.
So, any bets on how many calories I burned while trying to weigh?
Oh crap! I left the speghetti sauce in the basement!
With friendship,
Care'
Okay, so I'm in Kansas City on vacation with my son - we're hanging out with my mom for about a week and a half - and I know that I'll have two weigh ins while I'm here. Mom has a scale, so no problem right? I'll just make sure to calibrate it before I step on it to ensure I get a proper weight. Good idea. Done.
So, this morning I wake up at 6:30 as usual (darn bladder) and proceed down two flights of stairs to step on the scale, which is in the basement. I flip on the light and there it is . . . the world's largest scale. I mean, this thing is HUGE! Like three people could weigh at the same time, huge. And, to top it off, it's clunky to move around because one side is heavier that the other. "Oh well," I think, "Maybe I'll burn off a few calories while moving this thing in place."
So I get it to the middle of the bathroom and decide that I need to claibrate it. I look around to find something for which I know the weight. The logical thing is hand weights, but those are upstairs (two flights) and they are in my mom's bedroom. She is still sleeping and I don't want to wake her up. Time to get inventive. I go to the kitchen (upstairs, one flight) to see what I can find. I know that four sticks of butter is a pound so I try that - oops, 2 and a half sticks left. How about a 1 pound tub of cool whip? Darn, someone's been in the cool whip. How about canned food? That should work. I go to the cubbord and find a 1.5 pound jar of speghetti sauce. Eureka! It won't be perfect, but close enough.
So, I treck downstairs (one flight) again to weigh my speghetti sauce. It occurs to me how ridiculious this must look, but I shrug it off. I place the speghetti sauce on the scale and then calibrate it appropriately. Cool. I'm ready to roll.
I step on the scale. Can't see shit. Great. Left the glasses upstairs. So, do I go back upstairs (two flights) to get the glasses or do I just try to figure this out? I mean, I don't want my glasses to ADD weight, right?
Okay, I'm smart, I can figure this out. After all, I just successfully calibrated a scale with speghetti sauce . . .
So, I get off the scale and get a little closer to the read out. It's one of those old-fashioned dial thingies that was done in 4 point font or something that my parents bought when I was like 14. I stopped to ponder this for a moment - why would you put such a teeny, tiny font on such a big ass scale? Is it supposed to make us mad, cry or laugh? My sister would say it's art. It's showing the juxtaposition of something so tiny and graceful against something so heavy and clunky.
Whatever.
Okay, back to reality.
I notice that there are these little tiny marker things that can be moved around the face of the dial. I guess they are used to track progress, although they move pretty easily so I'm not sure how reliable that would be in my house full of cats. I decide that I'll move one of the markers about where I think the hand should land, and then skooch the marker around until it lines up with the hand.
Brilliant.
So, back up on the scale I go. Man, I really have to squint to see the hand and the marker. Imagine if I were 6 foot tall! I see the marker is a little off, so I step off the scale and skooch the marker a bit. On the scale again, quick check, off the scale, skooch, on the sale again, quick check, off the scale, skooch . . . .
I finally get what I believe is alignment. (And I think I may have gotten in some aerobic exercise at the same time).
I bend down to take the reading. Can't see it. So I get a little closer. Hmmmm, still can't really tell. I press my nose up against the glass. Darn it! The marker is wide enough that you can't tell if it's on 192, 192.5 or 193.
Is it time to get the glasses now? Yep.
Upstairs (two flights) to retrieve glasses. Back downstairs (two flights) to weigh again.
Apparently, I need to get new glasses, because I still can't tell if it's 192, 192.5 or 193.
I decide that I'll be conservative and pick 193. After all, that's still a pound and a half.
So, any bets on how many calories I burned while trying to weigh?
Oh crap! I left the speghetti sauce in the basement!
With friendship,
Care'
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