Observations of the day -
Jan. 4th, 2006 02:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgI like egg salad sandwiches more than I should. That, and grilled cheese? Default meals - particularly if I want comfort food. I'm looking forward to breaking into the "asian" canned tuna I got in the lucky bags this holiday - the cans are smalled, the flake is smaller and it's a brand I've never seen before.
I also love tuna fish sandwiches, but I'm a purist. Tuna and mayo. Period. Maybe a little black pepper. Put on just about any kind of bread you've got around. Even saltine crackers on the side, if the bread has gone south.
I must be doing something - last time I stepped on the scale was when I got back from Australia, and I did it again this morning just for the heck of it.
I've lost over five pounds. That's Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years and a whole lotta sicky foofoo. I admit it - I ate whatever looked good and tossed the measuring cups and spoons. That also includes a whole lot more fast food than usual, too.
I was busier, more stressed and sick. No measurable exercise, not even DDR. Slept a whole lot.
I guess I'm not a stress eater. You know, with the amount of addictive behaviors found in my family tree, I expect to see something of the kind in my chart and I keep getting reminded that this particular issue doesn't appear in mine. I have more alcohol than any reasonable person should keep on hand - and there it sits on the shelf. The cupboards are so full I'm going to have to go through them and clean out the stuff we haven't used in a year. (Both Jim and I grew up hungry, it shows in our buying habits.) No "recreational" drugs. (Frankly, the idea of modifying my perceptions that way scares me. No.)
I don't get the headaches (Jim does, but medication does a good job on them), the body aches (although I'm noticing I get a bit stiffer than I used to be if I'm in one position for a long time) or chronic pain issues (my back has never gone out on me, my knees love me and even my rotten ankles have gotten with the program now that I'm older). I have a buttload of allergies - none of them life-threatening, and a good dose of Benadryl takes care of the worse flares. The rest? Nuisances. The Christmas tree this year, for example. Contact dermatitis - that lasted twenty minutes after contact and faded without any further treatment. Achoo. Blow. Repeat. Eh.
I'd point to my spending habits for failings, but even I don't spend a lot of money on anything - maybe entertainment, but still. Anyone who's seen my wardrobe knows I haven't replaced anything for years - I think I bought one outfit all of last year, and one pair of black pants for a funeral. The underwear is so unsexay, it hurts. It's at least fifteen years old, was old granny cotton style when they were new and just don't get any more attention from me other than the question of whether they're clean or not.
How utterly boring.
No, I don't do anything really out of the ordinary to keep things this low-level. Outside of some pretty stringent routines to keep things up at home and keep things put where either of us can find them (St. Anthony gets a lot of work around here, otherwise) -
But make me idle, and I'll go nuts. Everyone talks about heaven being like sleeping forever, and that sounds like hell to me. I want things to do - things to build, things to interact with. Is that compulsive or what? Got a book to read? I can play games on my cell phone now, and that's dandy.
My mind is always in motion, short of when I sleep (and no, no trouble here either. Mom reports I was much the same when a tot - I'm tired, I sleep. Period.) - I think one person has noticed how fast I jump from one subject to the other, or can - most of the time, I gage what I bring to the conversation by listening to everyone else first. But if you look closely, I'm listening to you, weighing that - and might be somewhere else at the same time. I'm still very programmed to think ahead to the next meal, as in where and what - that's what 15 years with a Type I diabetic will do, and it serves me well with someone who develops migraines when his blood sugar drops too low.
Details? A specialty. Good thing my job demands it - I think that's why I'm doing so well in this discipline. I used to do trade shows and that was always so much fun. Where, Who, What and How Much? I call them territorial imperatives, and I do it every where I go. (Where's the food? Where's the sleeping place? Got gas for the transportation? Okay. Good. What's next?)
Welcome to my sense of safety. As I'm fond of saying, it's very hard to hit a moving target.
But I like egg salad sandwiches more than I should - all that cholesterol and stuff.
I also love tuna fish sandwiches, but I'm a purist. Tuna and mayo. Period. Maybe a little black pepper. Put on just about any kind of bread you've got around. Even saltine crackers on the side, if the bread has gone south.
I must be doing something - last time I stepped on the scale was when I got back from Australia, and I did it again this morning just for the heck of it.
I've lost over five pounds. That's Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years and a whole lotta sicky foofoo. I admit it - I ate whatever looked good and tossed the measuring cups and spoons. That also includes a whole lot more fast food than usual, too.
I was busier, more stressed and sick. No measurable exercise, not even DDR. Slept a whole lot.
I guess I'm not a stress eater. You know, with the amount of addictive behaviors found in my family tree, I expect to see something of the kind in my chart and I keep getting reminded that this particular issue doesn't appear in mine. I have more alcohol than any reasonable person should keep on hand - and there it sits on the shelf. The cupboards are so full I'm going to have to go through them and clean out the stuff we haven't used in a year. (Both Jim and I grew up hungry, it shows in our buying habits.) No "recreational" drugs. (Frankly, the idea of modifying my perceptions that way scares me. No.)
I don't get the headaches (Jim does, but medication does a good job on them), the body aches (although I'm noticing I get a bit stiffer than I used to be if I'm in one position for a long time) or chronic pain issues (my back has never gone out on me, my knees love me and even my rotten ankles have gotten with the program now that I'm older). I have a buttload of allergies - none of them life-threatening, and a good dose of Benadryl takes care of the worse flares. The rest? Nuisances. The Christmas tree this year, for example. Contact dermatitis - that lasted twenty minutes after contact and faded without any further treatment. Achoo. Blow. Repeat. Eh.
I'd point to my spending habits for failings, but even I don't spend a lot of money on anything - maybe entertainment, but still. Anyone who's seen my wardrobe knows I haven't replaced anything for years - I think I bought one outfit all of last year, and one pair of black pants for a funeral. The underwear is so unsexay, it hurts. It's at least fifteen years old, was old granny cotton style when they were new and just don't get any more attention from me other than the question of whether they're clean or not.
How utterly boring.
No, I don't do anything really out of the ordinary to keep things this low-level. Outside of some pretty stringent routines to keep things up at home and keep things put where either of us can find them (St. Anthony gets a lot of work around here, otherwise) -
But make me idle, and I'll go nuts. Everyone talks about heaven being like sleeping forever, and that sounds like hell to me. I want things to do - things to build, things to interact with. Is that compulsive or what? Got a book to read? I can play games on my cell phone now, and that's dandy.
My mind is always in motion, short of when I sleep (and no, no trouble here either. Mom reports I was much the same when a tot - I'm tired, I sleep. Period.) - I think one person has noticed how fast I jump from one subject to the other, or can - most of the time, I gage what I bring to the conversation by listening to everyone else first. But if you look closely, I'm listening to you, weighing that - and might be somewhere else at the same time. I'm still very programmed to think ahead to the next meal, as in where and what - that's what 15 years with a Type I diabetic will do, and it serves me well with someone who develops migraines when his blood sugar drops too low.
Details? A specialty. Good thing my job demands it - I think that's why I'm doing so well in this discipline. I used to do trade shows and that was always so much fun. Where, Who, What and How Much? I call them territorial imperatives, and I do it every where I go. (Where's the food? Where's the sleeping place? Got gas for the transportation? Okay. Good. What's next?)
Welcome to my sense of safety. As I'm fond of saying, it's very hard to hit a moving target.
But I like egg salad sandwiches more than I should - all that cholesterol and stuff.
