Sunday, September 30, 2007

The Case of the Crinkling Plastic

Last night I fell asleep at 11:00, fully aware that there was much I still needed to do to prepare properly for Sunday. I was so exhausted that I didn't hear what transpired in my kitchen.

James was out in the living room at the computer. We have a small living room and the kitchen's right next to it. There's a wall between but two openings, one at each end, so the kids can (and do) run around in circles from the LR to the kitchen, and vice versa.

In the stillness of the night, when the only sound was the humming of the computer (I think it was Beethoven's Fifth) James heard plastic crinkling in the kitchen. He got up to investigate.

Looking slowly around the kitchen, he saw nothing. He went back to the computer.

The crinkling started again.

Thinking that our dog (mostly German Shorthair Pointer we believe, but a very large dog) was downstairs for the night, James knew he'd have to get to the bottom of the strange crinkling sound. He got up again and went to fully investigate.

He discovered that the sliding patio door was open about 8 inches. Peering outside to the deck, he saw an adult raccoon desperately trying to open my new 2 lb bag of baking yeast. I had seen that rascal one time before on our deck. He was looking along the bottom of our sliding door like he was trying to get in. Last night, he succeeded. We usually keep that door locked, but last night we didn't. I have a sneaking suspicion Mr. Raccoon was hiding in the large tree that is just off the deck, peering steadfastly at the door every night just waiting for his big chance.

I had left a tempting plastic box of food by the door as I'm rearranging my food cabinets. The raccoon had opened the door, snuck out the yeast, and retreated to the deck with its prize. Interestingly, it took the thing that most resembled a foil-wrapped package, probably reminiscent of trash-swiped fast food meals.

Chewing on my unopened bag of yeast, the raccoon stared at James with no fear. James stared back. Suddenly, James heard the "jingle, jingle, jingle" sound of the dog's collar as he came down the hall. Doggie had snuck into our bedroom while I slept to lay on the floor. He's not allowed in our room but he takes advantage of a convenient situation.

The dog trotted into the kitchen, where he looked outside and saw the raccoon. Suddenly the dog started barking his "I'm gonna kill you right now and eat you for dinner you thieving little punk" bark as he leaped through the 8 inch opening after the raccoon, knocking over some things in the process.

I hope that the raccoon had the you-know-what scared out of him and that he doesn't come poking around my kitchen anymore. Although, I admit that I admire the rascal's chutzpah. Because I'm guessing that he'll just try to be more careful about his nocturnal crime sprees, I will be sure to lock my kitchen door from now on.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

I did it.

After having nightmares about tornadoes headed for me (which is no joke, I live in the midwest!), I woke up to that blasted alarm at 6:15. I didn't realize that I was falling back to sleep until I heard my husband say, "Kick." That got me up pretty quickly.

Now, unless you think that he's a heartless man, I told him to kick me out of bed if I didn't get up to workout. He's kind enough to give me a verbal warning. Either that, or he didn't want to expend the physical energy required to push me out of bed. Either way, it worked.

After using the bathroom in the semi-darkness, as I wasn't ready for light, I went to put on my shoes. Due to a slight injury on the side of my foot, I had a little circular band-aid. It almost hurt too much to put my shoe on, but I decided that sore spot didn't have the power to make me stay home. After all, using the elliptical machine doesn't require as much movement of my foot in my shoe as the treadmill does.

I got to the gym early enough to do 30 minutes or 2.1 miles on the elliptical machine. I was kind of glad that perfectly fit college boy who runs for an hour most days of the week wasn't there, so for a while I was the only one in the room. He looks like he pumps a bit of iron now and then too. Sure, I'm married. It shouldn't make me feel embarrassed to walk past his direct line of vision as I go to my favorite elliptical, I'm not in the market for being ogled. But I am embarrassed. I can't wait for the day that I don't feel like I can't watch the Food Network on the tv as I exercise, as I do enjoy the shows. I'm a pretty decent cook, but I don't want to have anyone silently snickering (or me thinking they are) while I watch Rachel Ray travel. So, I watched an old "Saved by the Bell" while I ran on my de-stressing machine. That gal from "King of Queens", Leah Remini was on it as the beachside restaurant owner's daughter. It was funny to see her so young, only 18-21, I'm guessing. That show was SO dorky.

I have a love/hate relationship with the elliptical. I love what it does for my legs, but even watching Screech roll down to the sea in a barrel it feels like it takes forever to get through a workout. I contemplated going longer, but my muscles have been neglected so I went downstairs in the eerily quiet women's weight room. It's a sad excuse for a room, no bicep machine and no ab machine either. It's missing others that I can't think of right now.

I could hear music coming from somewhere, and hear the 3 treadmills in the room above me. I loved the fact that I could work out alone. In several months, that will change as people make their resolutions yet again. Though for their sake, I hope this time they stick with it.

Stayed in the weight room for 10-15 minutes before I had to leave for home. I'm tired.

But you know what?

I'm going back tomorrow.



Thursday, September 20, 2007

Yep, I'm back.

After not much of a start, I'm back.

My newfound inspiration, Calamity Jane is inspiring me in a wonderful way in my daily life, and with the help of the Lord through prayer, I'm discovering a new me. Please go visit her at A Waist is a Terrible Thing to Mind.

I'm typing this now because I've started getting healthy again. I've lost 7 pounds. Doesn't seem like much, but considering that it's been two years since I've seen those numbers (since the week my daughter was born) I'm pretty happy.

Here's going for complete honesty.

At the start of this a few weeks ago, I weighed at least 220. This morning I weighed 213.6. My goal is to break that 200 pound barrier by my 29th birthday, October 30. There. I said it. I'm going to give it my best shot! I haven't been under that barrier since I was pregnant with my first son, almost eight years ago.

Now as I understand that it's not safe to lose more than 3 lbs a week (ahem, Biggest Loser! Pay attention!!!!) I know that I may not hit my goal exactly on my birthday. I've been averaging about two lbs per week. I didn't make the gym due to illness this week, and I put on muscle like you wouldn't believe when I workout. We all know that muscle weighs more than fat. So, I'm going to try like the dickens to lose that weight for my birthday!

What have I eaten today?

Scrambled eggs, about 2-3 eggs. 1 small apple.
Two pieces of homemade (by me) whole wheat bread with organic peanut butter, small glass soymilk.
One small apple.
Homemade veggie burger on ww bread with onions, pickles, romaine lettuce and slice of cheese. Oh yeah, and a small bit of my daughter's burger that I really didn't need to eat.
I'll have some Postum most likely with a teaspoon or two of that yummy organic dark chocolate hot cocoa mix. Some chocolate flavor without all the calories a cup of cocoa would provide!
If I get hungry again (which is feeling quite possible at the moment) I'll eat some fruit. A plum or some grapes.

My throat is still sore from being sick or I would have had my burger in a big salad for dinner instead of bread.