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Tuesday, July 31, 2012

When One Door Closes Another Door Opens



I found this picture a few weeks ago, printed it off and hung it in my cubicle. I just believe it is true in so many ways. We just have to be open to looking for that next door and not living so much in the past, reliving what was behind those old doors.

I sometimes think about the what-ifs. What if I had chosen:
  • A different University to attend: Would I have another BFF?
  • A different husband: Would my kids (if I had even had then!) be as great as the ones I have?
  • A different house when I moved to this city: Would I have met the same friends, neighbours…?
  • A different job: Would I be retired by now?
  • Not losing weight. Would I be depressed and hopeless about being fat?
  • To leave the house a few seconds earlier or a few seconds later this morning: Would I have been in an accident or missed an accident?
Yup, I sometimes think of these profound thoughts when I'm sitting on a teleconference staring at my photo and where I really don't care what the others are saying.

I'm always looking for those open doors. Hope you do to.

Sandy


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When One Door Closes Another Door Opens



I found this picture a few weeks ago, printed it off and hung it in my cubicle. I just believe it is true in so many ways. We just have to be open to looking for that next door and not living so much in the past, reliving what was behind those old doors.

I sometimes think about the what-ifs. What if I had chosen:
  • A different University to attend: Would I have another BFF?
  • A different husband: Would my kids (if I had even had then!) be as great as the ones I have?
  • A different house when I moved to this city: Would I have met the same friends, neighbours…?
  • A different job: Would I be retired by now?
  • Not losing weight. Would I be depressed and hopeless about being fat?
  • To leave the house a few seconds earlier or a few seconds later this morning: Would I have been in an accident or missed an accident?
Yup, I sometimes think of these profound thoughts when I'm sitting on a teleconference staring at my photo and where I really don't care what the others are saying.

I'm always looking for those open doors. Hope you do to.

Sandy


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Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Only As Old As You Feel


It's been a bit busy for me over the last few weeks. At the end of June I visited my BFF in Hamilton and we spent a few days tearing down her above ground pool.

It was hard work but the best was realizing we really weren’t a couple of old ladies sitting around knitting. BFF had done the majority of work before I got there— draining the pool and starting to tear down the sides.

When I arrived we finished pulling it all down, cutting up the metal sides, loading up my SUV for the dump runs.

Taking off the Liner
That's how we get inside!

Screws out, knock it down.
Tin snips to cut 'er up.

I need a little break. It's getting dark.
No rest for the weary.

Recycling the aluminum.
Last load of garbage. Pool be gone!

All in all we were exhausted but thrilled that it was done. She had an estimate for someone to come do the work—$1900.

Stunning. 

When she added up the actual cost it came to under $30 for some garbage bags and the cost to dump two loads of garbage. Add to that a nice lunch at a restaurant overlooking the lake to thank me and we felt like Rocky running up that set of steps with the music blaring.

Victory!
I am woman, hear me roar.

A well earned lunch at the beach.
Notice my brand new teeth.
Now I will say if I still had the 45 pounds hanging around my body, it would not have been easy. BFF too had lost about the same amount of weight. We work at it. We always will. 

Being in maintenance is a lot different from losing weight. I may never go lower but I’m good with that. I am rarely hungry but do eat well. My habits have changed. Small portions of good food, interspersed with some outrageously good “bad” foods. If I want something, I have it. 

Just not all the time.

I resisted for weeks making the Brownie in a Cup which is all over Pinterest. It takes 75 seconds to make a molten chocolate brownie. But I broke down and made it. Added a scoop of vanilla ice cream and OMG, heaven in a cup! 

I won’t hang my head low like I would have in the past. No more beating myself up. I have come to realize there are no “bad” foods or food that is off limits. But there is a Freak Out weight that Amy mentioned in a post. A weight that would make you sit up and stop gaining. Mine was 178. In February just before my Gallbladder surgery. 

And I did Freak Out. 

Blamed everything and anything except me. Talked myself into thinking I was a failure. 

So I gave myself a slap and am comfortably back to my low 170’s. It seems to be my set point—for now. There is no finish line, just a lot of reflection. No more beating myself up with negative thoughts. I’m not finished. I never will be. 

I feel refreshed. Empowered with being physical. No I’m not at the gym. But I am walking with my poles, working hard in my garden and if needed, I tear down pools for a lunch at the beach!


Next up, getting ready for my daughter's wedding. If we don't kill each other first.

Sandy

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Only As Old As You Feel


It's been a bit busy for me over the last few weeks. At the end of June I visited my BFF in Hamilton and we spent a few days tearing down her above ground pool.

It was hard work but the best was realizing we really weren’t a couple of old ladies sitting around knitting. BFF had done the majority of work before I got there— draining the pool and starting to tear down the sides.

When I arrived we finished pulling it all down, cutting up the metal sides, loading up my SUV for the dump runs.

Taking off the Liner
That's how we get inside!

Screws out, knock it down.
Tin snips to cut 'er up.

I need a little break. It's getting dark.
No rest for the weary.

Recycling the aluminum.
Last load of garbage. Pool be gone!

All in all we were exhausted but thrilled that it was done. She had an estimate for someone to come do the work—$1900.

Stunning. 

When she added up the actual cost it came to under $30 for some garbage bags and the cost to dump two loads of garbage. Add to that a nice lunch at a restaurant overlooking the lake to thank me and we felt like Rocky running up that set of steps with the music blaring.

Victory!
I am woman, hear me roar.

A well earned lunch at the beach.
Notice my brand new teeth.
Now I will say if I still had the 45 pounds hanging around my body, it would not have been easy. BFF too had lost about the same amount of weight. We work at it. We always will. 

Being in maintenance is a lot different from losing weight. I may never go lower but I’m good with that. I am rarely hungry but do eat well. My habits have changed. Small portions of good food, interspersed with some outrageously good “bad” foods. If I want something, I have it. 

Just not all the time.

I resisted for weeks making the Brownie in a Cup which is all over Pinterest. It takes 75 seconds to make a molten chocolate brownie. But I broke down and made it. Added a scoop of vanilla ice cream and OMG, heaven in a cup! 

I won’t hang my head low like I would have in the past. No more beating myself up. I have come to realize there are no “bad” foods or food that is off limits. But there is a Freak Out weight that Amy mentioned in a post. A weight that would make you sit up and stop gaining. Mine was 178. In February just before my Gallbladder surgery. 

And I did Freak Out. 

Blamed everything and anything except me. Talked myself into thinking I was a failure. 

So I gave myself a slap and am comfortably back to my low 170’s. It seems to be my set point—for now. There is no finish line, just a lot of reflection. No more beating myself up with negative thoughts. I’m not finished. I never will be. 

I feel refreshed. Empowered with being physical. No I’m not at the gym. But I am walking with my poles, working hard in my garden and if needed, I tear down pools for a lunch at the beach!


Next up, getting ready for my daughter's wedding. If we don't kill each other first.

Sandy

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Monday, July 16, 2012

“The Wedding” Cross Stitch Project—July Update

The plans for my daughter’s wedding are pretty well finalized for October 6th. The stitching has been slow going given all the other work around the house and I doubt it will be final by then. But I will try. I find it hard to sit inside under my magnifier and bright lights when the beautiful sunny weather beckons outside.

I estimate that the piece is about 50% done. Now that the bows are finished, things should move faster. The bows have multiple colours and multiple thread changes and took the most time. What is left is filling in the white and beige of the dress, the beadwork and finishing touches. It has been exciting watching the bride and groom grow on the canvas. 

Here is a link to the original post. These pictures show progression (most recent to oldest):
Bows done-July 2012
Bows are added.
More of the dress takes shape and the bouquet is almost done. 
The bouquet begins to appear. 
The Bride takes her place beside her groom. 

Back to Stitching!
Sandy

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“The Wedding” Cross Stitch Project—July Update

The plans for my daughter’s wedding are pretty well finalized for October 6th. The stitching has been slow going given all the other work around the house and I doubt it will be final by then. But I will try. I find it hard to sit inside under my magnifier and bright lights when the beautiful sunny weather beckons outside.

I estimate that the piece is about 50% done. Now that the bows are finished, things should move faster. The bows have multiple colours and multiple thread changes and took the most time. What is left is filling in the white and beige of the dress, the beadwork and finishing touches. It has been exciting watching the bride and groom grow on the canvas. 

Here is a link to the original post. These pictures show progression (most recent to oldest):
Bows done-July 2012
Bows are added.
More of the dress takes shape and the bouquet is almost done. 
The bouquet begins to appear. 
The Bride takes her place beside her groom. 

Back to Stitching!
Sandy

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