Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Diary 2

September 8, 2015

0830: I'm up. Didn't sleep well. Woke up hungry around 0115. Ate a peanut butter sandwich.

0955: Fell down the "job search browsing" well. 

1132: Danced for about half an hour, did five sets of ten crunches, and did four sets of ten counter push-ups. Probably only the last two sets count since my form was wrong for the first two. Showered. I kept getting side-tracked this morning looking at job posts online, lamenting that I'm not qualified. Yet I'm still procrastinating studying.

1523: Studied after last entry. Didn't break for lunch til about 1430. Had leftover curry/rice/corn and a salad (romaine, tomato, cucumber, red onion, black pepper, ranch). I need to make more of an effort to cut back on carbs as I seem to have lost all motivation to study after lunch.

September 9, 2015

Postscript:
Studied quite a bit yesterday. Things are starting to click, but I have a long way to go. We had supper at 6 p.m. We had fried chicken (just skin-on, bone-in wings, deep fried with no breading), steamed okra, and leftover mashed potatoes for supper. I don't know why it seems so important to journal what I ate. Anyway, went to bed at 8 p.m. Fell asleep pretty easily, but then woke up hungry at 10 p.m. Had a hard time going back to sleep, but I finally did. No idea what time it was.

Monday, September 7, 2015

Diary 1

September 7, 2015

0812: I came up with a schedule. Obviously, it is taking as much effort to stick to as I thought it would (and dreaded), because I totally turned of my alarm this morning and am just now having breakfast. Breakfast, by the way, is an Herbalife shake with espresso powder mixed in. While it does contain sugar, it is not a huge meal, and that is what I'm going for right now: portion control. No, I don't sell Herbalife. I did use it to lose 30 lbs once, though, so I still have some lying around. Anyway, here's the first draft of my schedule.

See, it's past 8 a.m., and I'm having coffee/breakfast and blogging rather than studying. BUT I did close Twitter at 8 a.m. in accordance with the rule I made yesterday of no Twitter, Netflix, or TV between 8 a.m. and 6 p.m. AND yesterday I did not use Twitter or Netflix (actually, it turned out to be Amazon Instant then Netflix) until 6 p.m.

We had chicken curry, rice, and corn (for sweetness to go with the spice) for supper last night. I overate. Two bites into supper, I realized I should've served mine in a smaller bowl rather than the soup bowl I used. Then, after I finished the bowl, I had seconds that consisted of about a third as much as I had the first time. I guess that might be some kind of progress, but I really should've started with a smaller helping the first time. The good news is I didn't feel miserable when I finished, and I put away all the food and washed dishes as soon as we finished eating. That is new! Thanks to not being enticed by Twitter, maybe? It also seemed to help that we ate around 6 p.m. and I went to bed (well, went to the shower) at 8 p.m., so I didn't have awful reflux when I climbed into bed.

I do take reflux meds every single night. A few years ago, I had an episode of what my doctor guesses was nutcracker esophagus (the name of which cracks me up to this day), and prescribed me basically a daily dose of Zantac and Prilosec (I've since switched from Rx to OTC as my new doc says it's cheaper and just as effective). He said I would have to take it forever to prevent that happening again. So every night, I take both. At one point, I was able to taper off of Prilosec when I'd lost about 25 lbs, but I've gained some of that back. I have ten pounds to lose before I'm at that weight again. My current doctor had suggested that I try to taper off of one or both because she suspects that they're interfering with nutritional absorption (no clue whether I'm saying that right). But I have a hiatal hernia as well as that history of the nutcracker esophagus (hehe), so I am not sure whether I'll ever be able to discontinue both.

It's taking longer to finish breakfast than I thought it would because of the ice I put into the shake and also because I've been typing. Oh, well.

My front yard is looking crummy, so I'll probably mow this morning. Hopefully the dew has dried enough by now (0841).

I am literally two hours behind my schedule at this point. 

1000: Finished mowing & edging the front yard. w00t! Shower time.

1041: Weighed in at 155.6 today. I'm officially back down to my July '15 weight. I was 164 in January. I'd gained back a bunch of weight after a break up in May '14.

1216: I actually studied. Time for a quick lunch, then I have to drive Mom to fill her prescriptions.

1242: I had last night's leftovers. I remembered to use a small bowl and didn't even pack it full of food. lol WIN. Had time to put away the dishes & load the dishwasher, too. Resisted the urge to browse Twitter while eating & browsed job listings on my Dice app instead.

1314: Waiting at the pharmacy for Mom to order her Rx. When I was studying, I realized how much I've forgotten. It's discouraging. I felt like I was drowning.

1340: Wandering around Walmart waiting for prescriptions to be filled, I feel very depressed, almost to the point of tears. My brain is replaying crap from 4yrs ago, things that I normally distract myself from thinking about with Twitter, Netflix, or podcasts. Things I can't change & may never be able to correct. Plus, I'm frustrated with Mom's weird possessive hoarder contrarian attitude. She needs pliers & a hammer. I told her I have extra in the garage she could literally have to keep for herself forever, but she ignored me, put pliers in the basket & continued looking for a hammer. Asshole. I have to remember I'm premenstrual & have a shorter temper today. But it always pisses me off when she unnecessarily buys brand new items to bring into my house when we both have histories of problems with clutter. I know she's thinking that she doesn't live with me, but in reality she does. I guess I have some problems with reality, too, but that doesn't give me patience when she buys stuff. I'm so frustrated.

1530: Back from Walmart with groceries, Mom's meds, and PLIERS in tow. I'm making meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and spinach for supper. When we got home around 2:40, I was looking at LinkedIn and some other recruiting websites (Modis, TriQuest, Volt). It's not looking good for me unless I can get these certs. I feel hopeless. Volt had a career fair ("interview on the spot!") listed on their site, but it only showed the date and a hint that it was for help desk techs, nothing about where it would be held. It had a little apply button, so I clicked that to send them my resume. If I don't hear anything about it by tomorrow evening, I'll email Art Mata, the local contact for Volt Military. At least I know it's on September 14th.

1551: Signed up for a Mission Continues volunteer event on 9/19. Maybe I can network there.

2030: Overate at supper. Froze the leftover meatloaf. I bought some salad stuff so I can eat a bigger lunch tomorrow so hopefully I don't feel ravenous by supper time. Tomorrow's a new day. It'll be better.

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Procrastination and solidifying structure in one's own life

Writing about this subject may be another means of procrastination. But I want to put this out there so that if I fail, at least there is a record of me having tried, or maybe some of the compiled thoughts will help someone else. Besides--you only fail if you never try again, right? Right?

I don't consider myself to be self-disciplined at all. This may come as a surprise to people who know that I served "honorably" with the military for many years; that I own a home and keep my lawn semi-groomed; that I have well-fed pets; that if I wear a piece of clothing out of the house, it is most assuredly clean, dry, and serviceable; that my car is fairly well-maintained; and that much of my coursework for the degree that I finished last autumn was completed online. That last one is the one that really gets people. "You took and passed how many online classes? Oh my gosh, you must be really self disciplined!" No, there are plenty of external motivating factors in all those cases.

Most of the time, though, I have a hard time seeing reasons for motivation and reaping that "just do it" feeling until it's too late. But that isn't what this post is about. This post is about distractions and habits.

Over the years, I've seen several articles about internet addiction and social media addiction. Some people describe their Netflix viewing as "binge watching." I am not a scientist and, if it is possible to be addicted to these things, I'm not sure I meet the criteria for addiction. I have recently begun to come to grips with the thought, though, that my overusing these leisure outlets is negatively impacting my life. If not negatively impacting it, then it is at least hampering my progress. I don't blame anyone but myself.

Twitter and Netflix were absolutely necessary to my survival during a time in my life when I couldn't get out of bed in the morning. I wasn't seriously contemplating suicide, but I didn't want to live anymore, either. I found so many wonderful people on Twitter who understood that, and I was able to joke with them about it and share coping mechanisms. I'm forever grateful for the lifeline Twitter gave me. Netflix was also wonderful because I could immerse myself in characters' lives and forget mine. Lots of mindfulness proponents might disagree with me, but escapism was and is a huge coping mechanism for me against anxiety and clinical major depression.

And it's not just escapism. I read an article recently that mentioned that viewers can form para-social bonds with movie & TV characters. So basically, a combination of social networking and Netflix has acted as a stand-in for in-the-flesh socializing for me. For years. I think I needed that at one point when I couldn't see or feel hope and had no energy, inclination, or money to leave the couch, much less my house. But more and more often now, I feel like it's not enough.

My major depression is in semi-remission, so I think I should use this opportunity of the leg-up out of the pit to try to make my life better while I can. Statistics say that I will experience another devastating episode of major depression sometime in my life, so I need to make hay while the sun peeks from behind the clouds.

About a month an a half ago, I ran across a comic ("Is That Not Worth Exploring" by James Rhodes, illustrated by Zen Pencils)--probably on reddit--that made me think. It deals with identifying the unimportant stuff you spend time on and replacing those activities with something meaningful. At least, that's the way I interpreted it. I set the URL to the comic as the pinned tweet on my Twitter profile, hoping that more people would see it and be inspired. Of course, I've not taken Rhodes's advice, but I do think of his words once in a while and sorta hate myself for not doing anything. It has made me think, though.

Lately I've been wondering, "what did I do with my leisure time before I had internet access at home?" And then I realized, "oh, I don't just browse social media and watch Netflix during leisure time. I also do it while I'm supposed to be doing other stuff, like studying, housekeeping, applying for jobs, etc."

As you may know, I am overweight. I like to eat. Most days I eat many times when I'm not even hungry, and then I feel physically and emotionally awful. I mean, yes, I get a mood boost from the food, but then I am upset with myself because I know that overeating leads to weight gain. At one point, I decided to look into Overeaters Anonymous. I thought, "how can OA possibly work when the whole idea behind AA (on which it's based) is abstinence from the substance? Everyone NEEDS food." Turns out that OA's definition of abstinence is only eating planned meals and snacks. It gives a structure. That made sense to me. I tried it for a while on my own (I have never attended an OA meeting), but suffice to say I would not have earned any sobriety coins. I can still see that it makes sense, though, and could work for me. I know that because imposed structure worked for me in the military for many years. The problem is that if I'm the one trying to impose the structure upon myself, I am too lenient with myself.

So here I am, recognizing that I've been making horrible use of my time and that I need structure. I've had way too many zero days, especially in the past four years. But what should I do? Where should I start?

I think I should instill new habits. I'm in an enviable position right now, one where I do not have a job to go to every morning, so my schedule can be anything I want as long as I'm moving toward my goals (and as long as the schedule doesn't cost more money--I'm on a tight budget). You might hear that revamping one's entire lifestyle can be stressful, and that each little habit should be overhauled one at a time. But I have plenty of zero days in the bank to show me that even if I fail on changing most habits every single day, I will still have done more in a few months than I have in the past four years. So why not change everything at once? Fuck it, let's go.

Everyone's probably heard or read that it takes 21 days to instill a new habit. This, obviously, has been contested by psychologists and life coaches, so I'm not going to make this a 21 day challenge. This will be over a few months, starting today and going through December 31, 2015, at least. Let's see what I can accomplish.

Like many of you, I love lists. I love making them, I love checking things off, I love running across them in a junk drawer years later and laughing about how many things I didn't check off and that seem trivial in retrospect. In this case, I don't need a list because the number one thing on my list is studying. Everything except fitness & housekeeping seems to hinge on money.

Since I've already identified how much I rely on Twitter & Netflix to distract me, I'm going to say that I will no longer be on Twitter and will not watch Netflix (or regular TV) between 8 a.m. and 6 p.m. (local). This will probably seem ridiculous to people who have no problem with this stuff but, in my case, this is absolutely necessary.

I will probably spend the rest of the day bouncing between studying and making new rules/revising my daily guidelines/creating Excel spreadsheets to track everything. Which is more procrastinating--unless it works. *squints at the screen*

My brain is panicking a little right now about staying off Twitter. "How will I know what's happening???" I have to keep reminding myself that

  1. It's not forever, I'll check in in the morning & evening
  2. I have emergency alerts set up on my phone if we need to evacuate for weather or anything.

I'm reminded of basic training when we had no access to news of current events whatsoever. At some point, one of the women in my group remarked that it would be great if we could have access to newspapers. The answer given was that our being sequestered and away from the outside world was temporary and that outside news would not benefit our training. Hopefully, these thoughts will hold me over and calm my nerves.

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Month & Common Surname

Feel free to use any of these if you need a pseudonym. Heh.

2. February Flores
3. March Miller
4. April Anderson
5. May Moore
6. June Johnson
7. July Jackson
8. August Allen
9. September Smith
10. October Ortiz
11. November Nelson
12. December Davis

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

"Screw it, why should I even care about fitness?" (Updated March 24, 2015)

I'm fat, ya know. Overweight. If you care about BMIs (which I think are bullshit...oh, I need to add that to the list), today I fall into the "obese" category. But if I were to lose three pounds (water weight or whatever, the BMI calculator DNGAF), I would be in the "overweight" category. Regardless of how I feel about BMIs, it is true that I would look and feel better if I lost about 40 lbs.

I wasn't always overweight. I am 5'2". I had to gain three pounds to join the military at age 18, as the minimum weight for my height was 95 lbs. I was 120 lbs and 30 years old when I received my official depression diagnosis. The antidepressants they put me on were supposed to cause weight loss, but I gained weight instead. The nausea that the pills caused made me constantly feel like I'd gone too long without a meal, so snacks helped keep the nausea at bay. My job was fast-paced, we didn't receive lunch breaks. We ducked into the break room and gulped down a snack or meal whenever we had a few minutes. As a result, anyone who was eating would be left alone. Anyone who happened to be in the breakroom without food in their hand could be asked to come back out and work, even during their break. So I ate on every single break.

Here it is a decade later, and I haven't gotten back down to 120 lbs even once. I maxed out at 170, and I am close to that now. There are so many reasons, excuses, things that sidelined me. The antidepressants caused sleep disturbances. I could fall asleep, but my body wasn't truly sleeping. The sleep study the doc sent me for showed 50+ arousals per hour (no sleep apnea, even though I'm fat!), so basically I did not have a solid night's sleep for almost a decade. I (seemingly) slept long hours, 8-18 hours per day. When I was up and about, I was dragging. I drank coffee all day, every day. I rarely had the energy to work out. In retrospect, it's amazing that I even held a job.

I realize there are people with harder, more difficult lives than mine. But there it is.

So now that I'm 41, I've pretty much trashed my body (super weak, flabby, & chubby), I don't have a significant other and don't care to find one in the near future and, as a depressive person, I kind of don't care if I die of a stroke or heart attack tomorrow, I am trying to find reasons to get my shit together.

Some days, "I want to wear cute outfits again someday" is not enough of a motivator. I might need a memory jogger that, say, pulmonary fibrosis runs in the family and the better my cardio is now, the easier it'll be to tolerate when I'm 80.

That's where you come in. I'm collecting reasons to get fit and stay fit besides the usual generic cosmetic and health reasons. I want to hear your personal reason in 140 characters or fewer. If you don't want me to use your name here, just let me know. Thanks!

1. "I have a long family history of diabetes. If I get too heavy, I put myself at an even greater risk to develop it." --@dcas1978

2. "To lose weight so my back and knees won't hurt so much!" --@Zaerion

3. "I try to keep active to help keep the black cloud at bay. And because I don't want to end up like my father." --@racerabbit

4. "I've got a bad back. When I get too fat it really starts to hurt. :)" --@ocularnervosa

5. "Pulmonary fibrosis runs in my family and the better my cardio is now, the easier it'll be to tolerate when I'm 80." --@binkytoes

6. "Free drugs* with every excercise session! 
*endorphins" --@binkytoes


Friday, February 27, 2015

My Ever-Evolving List of Things that are Bullshit

1. Picnics. 
Overrated, uncomfortable, unsatisfying pains in the ass.
2. Red velvet cake. 
It's just chocolate cake with red food coloring. I'll lose some respect for you if I hear you say it's your favorite.
3. Lettuce. 
Pointless filler.
4. Lasagna. 
In the words of @KerriLendo: It "just isn't even that good." I've only ever had adequate or terrible lasagna.
5. Body Mass Index (BMI).
 "Top 10 Reasons Why the BMI is Bogus" (NPR.com)
6. White Chocolate.
It doesn't taste like anything.
7.  Eating breadsticks made with pizza dough as a side dish with pizza.
C'mon, guys.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Creepy, now that I think about it...

[to the tune of Chopsticks]

Jesus my savior will love me forever
He'll never forsake me, no never
And always he'll walk close beside me
And tenderly guide me 
Until I reach Heaven's bright shore.

Oh won't you come and go with me
And be God's dear child for eternity?
He'll save your soul and make you whole
If you'll only trust him just now.

I have no idea who wrote this, but we used to sing it in Sunday school (or was it church choir practice?) as children.

It seems creepy and brainwashy to me now.