Make your winky colossal

Not too long ago, I arrived late to my weekly knitting group. As I pulled off my jacket one of the gals exclaims,
"I am always the last to know."

I was startled by the excitement in her voice. I did not know what she meant until she said in a much softer tone,
"I see that you are expecting."
I replied just as quietly, "no, I am just fat."


I should get a t-shirt.

And that began my serious consideration for changing my diet and routine to lose some weight.


I started the Fat Smash diet back in February. It went well for the first three phases. Then one day, during a sorority event, someone pulled out a package of Reese's Eggs. I lost it.
I ate so many of those delicious peanut butter filled eggs that there was no turning back. By the third phase I had stopped paying attention to the diet. Needless to admit, I did not finish the diet.
So long control.
Hello Reese's Cups. I started putting them in my lunch box to control the urges.
I found that my lack of control for the delicious treats remained even when I tried to ration them.
Sigh
I simply must stay away from them.

Fortunately, some of the Fat Smash diets habits remained.
I still take small bags of carrots to work everyday. I still try to make a salad for dinner every night with chicken or a crab cake. I make large rice dishes that I divide out for my daily lunches. I add fish, chicken or beans for the protein.

I did lose a few inches and about 8 pounds. Then nothing.
So....
I have decided to take up jogging. More importantly, I decided to embark on a 5k training schedule.
I have learned something pretty funny.
At the gym, I used the indoor track to practice my run/walk intervals. Of course, I am sharing the track with amateur athletes. The downside of working at a college and using the gym. I am surrounded by beautiful people.
Younger beautiful people.
During one of my running intervals I noticed that the lithe young man wearing the "Panther CC" shirt walked faster than I could jog. I mentioned this to him.
It probably isn't a good idea to converse with people on the indoor track. The young man almost tripped over himself with laughter into a group of pack joggers. 
My jogging style is called slogging. Watch this video explaining it.

Slow Motion Jogging - watch more funny videos




More updates to follow. 
And the count down to turning forty begins - see below

My Way is to the Left

I use my mouse on the left hand side. No, not a left-handed mouse. But a regular mouse on the left hand side of my keyboard.

You would think that I was wearing my socks on the outside of my shoes. Or using a spoon to cut a steak with the reactions I get from people.

I know keystrokes to common functions and use those actions rather than click with my mouse. Or I click it with my right hand.

Simply moving my mouse to the left has made all the difference in the world.

I can click will I write notes down.

I can click while I do some data entry using the right sided keypad. (But my next goal is to teach my left hand to be proficient at the keypad so that I can use my right hand to tick off lines as I go).

I can click will I hold the telephone receiver.

I can click while I wave goodbye to my co-worker.

I love it.

But people keep trying to change me. I had to ban one of my students from ever using my computer because he always rearranged my desktop. Isn’t that the rudest thing?

I have chastised many other students for moving my mouse. Why is this so peculiar?????

Everyone seems to be interested in whether or not I am left handed.

I tried left handed steak cutting. It did not go very well. I decided to stay with right handed cutting and eating left-handedly with my fork. Left-handed people always assume that I am left handed when I do this. I get the most enthusiastic inquiries from dinner guests when I feed myself with my left hand. Actually, I think that putting down my knife to pick up my fork is a waste of time. In the same way as letting go of my mouse in order to jot a note down.

I am trying to get things done.

I have tried doing mini-exercises during commercial breaks. Luckily I live alone or at least my roomie is downstairs and doesn’t see me when I am doing this. I might do a few lunges, or some squats, maybe throw in some sit-ups.

Okay seriously I don’t really do all of those things. But I had a roommate last year for a month that would march in place for 30 minutes after every meal. ….. She was thin and fit. Maybe I should try it.

Well I will be darned if there isn't a website for everything http://www.prevention.com/article/0,5778,s-5-87-1-279-1-P,00.html

At any rate, this weight gain has allowed me to appreciate the whole standing while peeing thing that men can do. I really do not enjoy my tummy sitting on my lap……..

Well anyway. Not much interesting happened last week. Except that I turned 36 on Sunday.

Perhaps, this week I can write two entries.