I have clicked on Facebook at least once a day since Wednesday. As soon as it pops up, I realize what I have done and close back out of it. I don't read anything. OK, so I saw that I had 54 notifications. I just have no idea what any of them are. Let's hope no sophomores are writing anything inappropriate on my wall! So....
I finally completely logged out of the Facebook on my computer. It is too easy and too much of a habit to click on the icon on my toolbar. I will log in once a week to update the diet/health group, but that is it. (Hope I remember my password!)
The problem with the Facebook icon on my phone is that it has always been sitting right by the MyFitnessPal icon. I have always confused the two and opened the wrong one. Why have I not separated them before? I.have.no.idea. I suppose it didn't matter that much. I would just close out and click on the correct one. Now, it matters. Finally, I am doing what I should have done three months ago. In fact, Facebook now sits on a page all by itself. I won't run across it now, unless I am looking for it.
On a good note, the running has finally become a habit again. I am on Week 7 of the Couch Potato to 5K. It hasn't been too bad. The St. Patty's Day race is coming up, and I should be ready to go again. K and L plan to run, too. I don't know if the Lady Bug will be with us in her jogging stroller or hanging out with Daddy and Papa at the finish line. The weather will probably determine that.
Enjoy your weekend. I am packaging meat today. The last time we butchered at home, I packaged meat with Mom and Grandma. (How I miss those two!) That means it was at least 23 years ago. Let's hope I remember how to do it.
Showing posts with label habits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label habits. Show all posts
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Monday, February 1, 2010
Sleep Craziness Continues--Childhood Memories
When I was a kid, I used to sleep from 7 PM to 7 AM. I have always needed a lot of sleep. When I was a toddler, Mom finally put a chair by my baby bed so I wouldn't kill myself trying to get into bed by myself. I have vague memories of getting into bed still wearing my shoes. What can I say? I knew I needed my sleep! (How many toddlers do that? See! I was the perfect child!)
I can also remember one time when Mom wasn't home. Dad put me into bed and forgot to turn out the light. I remember lying there and debating whether I should call for him to come back and turn it off or not. I knew if the light wasn't off, I wasn't going to be able to go to sleep. I also knew that Dads weren't as good as Moms at putting kids to bed. I bit my tongue (for once!) and managed to fall asleep with the light on.
Those were memories from the early years, probably from about age 2 to 3. As I grew older, the sleeping needs didn't decrease much. I routinely fell asleep after the noon recess in 1st grade. We each had our own rug where we were to rest while the teacher read a story. Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of art. The teacher had just let me sleep.
By Junior High, I was the dud of slumber parties. Always the first one to crash, I was an easy target: tickling my nose with feathers and freezing my bra were routine. They also loved to try to get me to talk in my sleep. They didn't have to work at it very hard. The next morning they would be screaming with laughter about all their pranks. Glad to oblige. Think how boring their evening would have been without me!
Yes, I'm still very fond of my sleep. I need at least 8 hours a night. My Wii Fit happens to agree with me. A few weeks ago after one of those nights when the Mr. wasn't sleeping worth a darn, my Wii Fit age was 69!! (69!!) He's been sleeping great the last couple of nights and look:
Sometimes I love my Wii Fit plus and other times I want to toss it out the window! Or is it the Mr. I want to toss out the window?? I'll get back to you on that one. (I'm kidding, dear!!)
Monday Memories at Planet M
I can also remember one time when Mom wasn't home. Dad put me into bed and forgot to turn out the light. I remember lying there and debating whether I should call for him to come back and turn it off or not. I knew if the light wasn't off, I wasn't going to be able to go to sleep. I also knew that Dads weren't as good as Moms at putting kids to bed. I bit my tongue (for once!) and managed to fall asleep with the light on.
Those were memories from the early years, probably from about age 2 to 3. As I grew older, the sleeping needs didn't decrease much. I routinely fell asleep after the noon recess in 1st grade. We each had our own rug where we were to rest while the teacher read a story. Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of art. The teacher had just let me sleep.
By Junior High, I was the dud of slumber parties. Always the first one to crash, I was an easy target: tickling my nose with feathers and freezing my bra were routine. They also loved to try to get me to talk in my sleep. They didn't have to work at it very hard. The next morning they would be screaming with laughter about all their pranks. Glad to oblige. Think how boring their evening would have been without me!
Yes, I'm still very fond of my sleep. I need at least 8 hours a night. My Wii Fit happens to agree with me. A few weeks ago after one of those nights when the Mr. wasn't sleeping worth a darn, my Wii Fit age was 69!! (69!!) He's been sleeping great the last couple of nights and look:
Monday Memories at Planet M
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Randoms, Dr. E, and a Birthday
This week's random dozen questions by Lid at 2nd Cup of Coffee.
1. How good are you at delaying gratification?
Probably average. I always tell myself that good things come to those who wait. Sometimes.
2. Maybe a marshmallow wouldn't be too difficult a temptation for you. What food (or anything else) would be most tempting?
Cookies. I am a cookie-holic. Other pregnant women craved pickles and ice cream; I craved cookies. Someday I will die of cookie poisoning. (Grandad came up with that disease. I think he might have had it, too!)
3. On a scale of 1-10 (10 being saintly) how patient are you?
Oh, maybe a 2. I am more patient with my students than my family, and even my students will tell you that I'm not very patient. I want it done my way and pronto!
4. Have you ever waited for something in life only to be disappointed upon realization of the goal/object/etc.?
I can't really think of anything. I try to underexpect. (Is that a word?! If it isn't, it should be!) I think high school proms taught me that. They were fun and all, but not as great as everyone made them out to be. It was just another dance, although a bit dressier.
5. Are you a person who takes shortcuts?
No. I tend to stick to the road or path. I stay on the sidewalk. And in teaching, there really are no shortcuts. You have to read the whole book or write the entire paper. The answers in the back of the book won't help you if you don't know how to work the problem.
6. Which line is hardest to wait in?
Any store line. I don't really like shopping--grocery or otherwise. It prolongs my time in the store when there are huge lines.
7. Did you wait to discover the gender of your unborn child until its birth?
That technology wasn't available at the time, but even if it had been-- I don't think I would have wanted to know. That anticipation was incredibly exciting!
8. Are you more patient with children or the elderly?
Probably elderly. With a child, it is too tempting to intervene and either "speed them up" or do it myself.
9. Did you ever sneak a peek at a present?
Maybe as a kid. (Though my little sis would tell me, and I wouldn't have to peek!) Never as an adult. I like surprises!
10. What is the longest you've ever waited for anything?
Nine months. They were worth it. (Unless you count that trip to Europe that I have been waiting on for 30 years. The clock is ticking!)
11. Who has more patience, you or your significant other?
As impatient as I am, I'd say he is worse. He can't wait on presents when giving or getting. He never follows directions when putting things together--it takes too long. And don't get me started on his calling when he thinks someone should have arrived home already. A lot of his impatience comes from worrying--which he rarely owns up to!
12. Which of the following songs about waiting is your pick for the best? (OK, you may substitute another, if you like.)
A) Anticipation by Carly Simon
B) The Waiting by Tom Petty
C) Right Here Waiting for You by Richard Marx
D) Wait for Me by Rebecca St. James
I'd have to go with E) I'm In a Hurry (And Don't Know Why) by Alabama (Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.)
And a few more random things thrown in:
You can officially call me Dr. E. The Mr. flunked his sleeping test in a big way. In an hour and a half of his "sleeping," they could already find major problems. The sleep masks were another disaster. He will be returning to the doctor and perhaps returning for another sleep test to try other alternatives. My guess is that he has been running on very ineffective sleep for years. Oh, why didn't I go to Med School? I could be diagnosing the world!!
L is quite happy to learn that CG is headed this way in a couple of weeks. She thinks this long distance stuff is for the birds. I can't blame her, though she has been a champ for 5 months now.
CT (part of the K and CT couple) is celebrating his 30th birthday today! We met his parents for the first time at a pre-birthday dinner last night. They are very nice people. Oh! And their son isn't bad either. Happy Birthday, CT! Everyone needs this song on their 30th.
1. How good are you at delaying gratification?
Probably average. I always tell myself that good things come to those who wait. Sometimes.
2. Maybe a marshmallow wouldn't be too difficult a temptation for you. What food (or anything else) would be most tempting?
Cookies. I am a cookie-holic. Other pregnant women craved pickles and ice cream; I craved cookies. Someday I will die of cookie poisoning. (Grandad came up with that disease. I think he might have had it, too!)
3. On a scale of 1-10 (10 being saintly) how patient are you?
Oh, maybe a 2. I am more patient with my students than my family, and even my students will tell you that I'm not very patient. I want it done my way and pronto!
4. Have you ever waited for something in life only to be disappointed upon realization of the goal/object/etc.?
I can't really think of anything. I try to underexpect. (Is that a word?! If it isn't, it should be!) I think high school proms taught me that. They were fun and all, but not as great as everyone made them out to be. It was just another dance, although a bit dressier.
5. Are you a person who takes shortcuts?
No. I tend to stick to the road or path. I stay on the sidewalk. And in teaching, there really are no shortcuts. You have to read the whole book or write the entire paper. The answers in the back of the book won't help you if you don't know how to work the problem.
6. Which line is hardest to wait in?
Any store line. I don't really like shopping--grocery or otherwise. It prolongs my time in the store when there are huge lines.
7. Did you wait to discover the gender of your unborn child until its birth?
That technology wasn't available at the time, but even if it had been-- I don't think I would have wanted to know. That anticipation was incredibly exciting!
8. Are you more patient with children or the elderly?
Probably elderly. With a child, it is too tempting to intervene and either "speed them up" or do it myself.
9. Did you ever sneak a peek at a present?
Maybe as a kid. (Though my little sis would tell me, and I wouldn't have to peek!) Never as an adult. I like surprises!
10. What is the longest you've ever waited for anything?
Nine months. They were worth it. (Unless you count that trip to Europe that I have been waiting on for 30 years. The clock is ticking!)
11. Who has more patience, you or your significant other?
As impatient as I am, I'd say he is worse. He can't wait on presents when giving or getting. He never follows directions when putting things together--it takes too long. And don't get me started on his calling when he thinks someone should have arrived home already. A lot of his impatience comes from worrying--which he rarely owns up to!
12. Which of the following songs about waiting is your pick for the best? (OK, you may substitute another, if you like.)
A) Anticipation by Carly Simon
B) The Waiting by Tom Petty
C) Right Here Waiting for You by Richard Marx
D) Wait for Me by Rebecca St. James
I'd have to go with E) I'm In a Hurry (And Don't Know Why) by Alabama (Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.)
And a few more random things thrown in:
You can officially call me Dr. E. The Mr. flunked his sleeping test in a big way. In an hour and a half of his "sleeping," they could already find major problems. The sleep masks were another disaster. He will be returning to the doctor and perhaps returning for another sleep test to try other alternatives. My guess is that he has been running on very ineffective sleep for years. Oh, why didn't I go to Med School? I could be diagnosing the world!!
L is quite happy to learn that CG is headed this way in a couple of weeks. She thinks this long distance stuff is for the birds. I can't blame her, though she has been a champ for 5 months now.
CT (part of the K and CT couple) is celebrating his 30th birthday today! We met his parents for the first time at a pre-birthday dinner last night. They are very nice people. Oh! And their son isn't bad either. Happy Birthday, CT! Everyone needs this song on their 30th.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Sleep Craziness
I am a sound sleeper. I sleep so sound that when my daughters were younger, they used to go to my husband's side of the bed because he was easier to wake up. Sad. I know.
I talk in my sleep, too. It usually makes no sense: red spiders on the ceiling, a barbie doll in bed, or a medicine I need to take immediately. The Mr. has learned to ignore me. Reasoning with me is out of the question and only makes me angry.
To top it off, I walk in my sleep! Yeah, I'm a nightmare.
Two years ago, I did a sleep study. (Wires, sleeping in the hospital, the whole bit!) For weeks I had been sleeping all night and waking up exhausted. And I mean EXHAUSTED. The study told me nothing. Na da. Sleeping pills were suggested and rejected. Eventually, I either got used to the exhaustion or I started sleeping better. Which? I have no idea.
Now, the light-sleeping-legs-always-moving-sometimes-snoring Mr. is doing a sleep study. A couple of weeks ago, he woke up choking and gasping for breath in the middle of the night.
Has it happened before? I wouldn't know. I'm a really sound sleeper. (There goes my wife of the year award!)
The thought crosses my mind that if he has been doing this for a while, that would explain my disrupted sleep and exhaustion. It also explains his dozing in the chair every evening.
I will be very interested in the outcome of this study. Two years ago, I had a hunch they were testing the wrong spouse. If I'm right, you can call me Dr. E.
I talk in my sleep, too. It usually makes no sense: red spiders on the ceiling, a barbie doll in bed, or a medicine I need to take immediately. The Mr. has learned to ignore me. Reasoning with me is out of the question and only makes me angry.
To top it off, I walk in my sleep! Yeah, I'm a nightmare.
Two years ago, I did a sleep study. (Wires, sleeping in the hospital, the whole bit!) For weeks I had been sleeping all night and waking up exhausted. And I mean EXHAUSTED. The study told me nothing. Na da. Sleeping pills were suggested and rejected. Eventually, I either got used to the exhaustion or I started sleeping better. Which? I have no idea.
Now, the light-sleeping-legs-always-moving-sometimes-snoring Mr. is doing a sleep study. A couple of weeks ago, he woke up choking and gasping for breath in the middle of the night.
Has it happened before? I wouldn't know. I'm a really sound sleeper. (There goes my wife of the year award!)
The thought crosses my mind that if he has been doing this for a while, that would explain my disrupted sleep and exhaustion. It also explains his dozing in the chair every evening.
I will be very interested in the outcome of this study. Two years ago, I had a hunch they were testing the wrong spouse. If I'm right, you can call me Dr. E.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
The Great Chekhov (Check Off)
I've always been a "list" kind of girl, and since I've created a couple this spring (birthday and summer fun), I'm now creating a list of what I have already accomplished on my other lists. Yeah, crazy, I know! Only another list maker would understand.- Had a successful garage sale and de-cluttered quite a bit
- Visited a consignment store. (Love them and I hate that we have to drive so far to get to one! Start my own?? hmmm!)
- Got a job at a bookstore/coffee shop (I start officially today!)
- Bought a laptop, which I love!
- Picked my first cherry tomato out of the garden and have cut lettuce once already
- I've read about 4 or 5 books a week so far and made it to midnight a few times because I couldn't put the book down.
- Got the piano tuned
- Went to see "The Producers"-- a summer music theater production
- Visited the State History Museum after driving by it a million times and never stopping. (The Mr. and I spent 2 and 1/2 hours and could have stayed another hour. I love our State, and the museum reminded me why!)
- I've done a short (seemed like forever) bike trip.
- Took the Mr. to a drive-in featured on Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives on the cooking channel. (OK. That wasn't on my list, but it would have made the Mr.'s list--if he made lists! He's more a "fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants" kind of guy.)
- Camped Memorial Weekend, but am ready to go again and soon.
- I've visited the library, taken evening walks, and watched some ball down at the fields. Oh those little ones!! Too cute for words!
- Hiked a new trail at the Bluffs last night
Not bad for it only being mid June. So far, I love this summer!
PS. Chekhov is not one of my favorite authors. In fact, he and Melville make my least favorite list, but that is another list and another post.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Week 2- Soda Free
I made it through the week without soda. Of course, I've had about a gallon of water a day. (We have to buy water for our water dispenser. Water from our tap could kill you. Exaggeration? Maybe. But you should see the film on top of it after it sits for a bit--and coffee does really funny things!)
Coffee, a true love, has been a life saver. Black or with creamer, it doesn't really matter. Two cups a day for maximum performance. 
Of course, a back-up doesn't hurt. Some of my friends have asked if I was giving it up for Lent. (I have good Catholic friends who are devout in sacrificing for Lent. I think we Protestants are a little "Lent Lazy.") Lent involves giving it up for 40 days. I'm giving it up for good. So, the answer is no. I'm giving it up for health, for the pocketbook, for me. Do I miss it? Every day at 4:00. Relaxing after school, soda soothed. I've been a sodaholic, so I'm pretty sure I can't have "just one." However, I've made it this far without it--I might as well go the distance. (Can you hear the Rocky theme song in the background?)
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Kicking the Habit
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This is my drug of choice. I don't want to think about how many ounces I consume a day--more than can possibly be good for me. Eliminating it isn't about the caffeine. Obviously, it isn't about the calories. The chemicals concern me. Experts say diet sodas mess with your metabolism and your ability to create the insulin your body needs. So I am vowing to kick the habit. For two days now, I have only had 8 ounces.
This is my drug of choice. I don't want to think about how many ounces I consume a day--more than can possibly be good for me. Eliminating it isn't about the caffeine. Obviously, it isn't about the calories. The chemicals concern me. Experts say diet sodas mess with your metabolism and your ability to create the insulin your body needs. So I am vowing to kick the habit. For two days now, I have only had 8 ounces.
This is probably my 3rd time trying to kick the soda habit. However, always before I have included no caffeine of any type. This time I am still drinking my usual two cups of coffee and just switching over to water and an occasional glass of tea. (As long as I don't replace all the diet soda with wine, I figure I'm good.) I wonder how much money it will save? Better yet, I wonder if I will be able to tell when I run/jog? The track kids always avoid sodas for the entire season. They swear it affects your running ability. I don't run often (3 times a week) or far (1-2 miles), but maybe I will feel the urge to run a marathon. If I do, I think I'll just go to bed until the urge passes.
Wonder if they have a rehab program for coming down off of the diet soda habit?
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