It's Saturday, and I've been digging holes. (Try to find out how many calories you burn doing that, ha! That's not in any calculator I've found!)
This morning I made I major score at a local nursery. They were having a big sale (huge, as in trees that were normally $200 were being cleared out for $20 because it's the end of the season up here. They're all healthy and still covered by their guarantee.) I walked away with 10 trees, four evergreen shrubs, and two of the prettiest purple flower-shrub things I have ever seen. Just look at these lovelies:
|The bottom part of the plant looks a bit like an aspen tree. It seems to be more tree than shrub, but I just love it! If I could, I'd have purple flowers everywhere. I'd be the purple flower lady.|
Of course, now that I have bought them, I have to plant the suckers. We live on a bunch of hard clay soil, and digging holes is a form of medieval torture. If my husband suggested that we should buy some sort of hole-digging tractor at this point, I'd probably go for it. (Don't tell him that, though.) I'm sunburned from it too, because apparently when you're this pale (even though I'm rather tanned by my own standards) you burn even with 5,000,000 SPF sunblock on. Every time I scrunch up my nose, I can feel it. Apparently, I scrunch my nose a lot.
Still, I sure landed quite a deal with the nursery. I'm not much of a shopper, but I do understand that feeling of conquering the known universe when you score a great deal. Which is why I had to share. And I should probably stop sharing now. (But it was purple flowers and a good deal, I just had to share that!)
It's been a busy week full of running errands:
|Lily, waiting in the back seat for my daughter to show up. It was pick-up time after her play rehearsal. Lily takes her waiting responsibilities very seriously.|
The local wildlife popping in to say hello (deer ate my flowerbeds to nothing, squirrels and chipmunks are all over the place, the chickens are playing soccer with old cherry tomatoes - this is far more entertaining than it should be - and itty bitty toads are popping up everywhere):
|Ain't he cuuuuuuute?|
I've also decided to participate in an online doodle auction. I haven't doodled since... well, OK, technically I was doodling this week during the parent informational night (but they made us do an activity and gave us Crayola markers. You can't seriously expect me to behave myself if you treat me like I'm five and then you give me markers, can you?) But aside from my clear issues with scholastic authority, I haven't doodled in a long time. I haven't even sketched. It seems like everything I do right now is with purpose. Which sounds good on the surface, right? But fun doesn't have to have a purpose, fun can just be fun. This doodle auction gave purpose to the lack of purpose just enough to let me have fun and play a bit. So, I finished two pieces for the auction (which is open on Facebook until early mid-day on Sunday, you just ask to join the group and then can bid by commenting if you're interested.)
|"Swim Close" starting bid $3|
|"Sea Dragon" Starting bid $1|
I've probably spent more time on my "doodles" than I should have, and they're more fast sketches than doodles. However, I had fun. These were... freeing. I need to do more sketching, it's something that I've lost a lot of my skill with, I'm very rusty (I used to sketch so it looked almost photographic. Granted, those sketches take as along as a painting, but my precision is definitely off.) You use it, or you lose it. I hate when those sayings are true.
I also made my deadline for Thrice Fiction Magazine (who hit me up rather late, so I'm proud I knocked it out in time) with two pieces that might not make a lot of sense without the stories they're paired with, but hey:
|"Snip" 5x5 acrylic on canvas board|
|"Caged" 5x5" acrylic on canvas board|
Why mention all the art? (Are you bored out of your minds yet?) Because I've been eating away my art ambivalence all summer. Maybe all year. Eating has become a form of procrastination cross-bred with tamping down on my feelings of insecurity. Hey, I'm human. It doesn't matter how many paintings and prints I sell, how many newspapers or magazines I'm in, I'll still always feel like a little girl scribbling on a post-it note.
For some reason, these massive feelings would rear up and I would eat a lot of junk, and it would put them back in their place and I could actually get work done. Which is one way of proving that over-eating as a coping mechanism can actually work for some people in some instances (actually, if it didn't work, no one would do it.) But it's not the best solution, obviously.
This week, I did NOT over-eat as a coping mechanism. To be honest, I'm not sure I replaced it with anything. I think I just got so overwhelmed that I was able to press on in spite of it all. It was close for several days, where I really thought about jumping head first into my pantry, but I didn't. So, YAY ME!
So, on to my official Week Two, In Review:
Weigh-in (I'm 5'10)
Week one: 192.5 (-1.5)
Week two: 191.0 (-1.5)
As irritating as it is, if -1.5 lbs will be my consistent loss, I can be happy with that. I really was hoping for a water shift, because that's the norm for me, but there just hasn't been. Who knows, maybe it'll show up later, but I'm thinking probably not at this point. At least it's going DOWN. I'll feel better when it's going down into the 180's. Then it'll seem more real.
Eating: I'm going with a B+. I stayed dead on with my calories this week, tracking with my Lose It app on my phone. However, I did have some things off plan, like a bowl of cereal when I had my migraine this week (sometimes there are things you just can't face eating.) I did the best I could given the circumstance. So not 100% clean eating, but at least I stayed in bounds calorically.
Exercise: A-. I still can't do lower weights, and I completely missed the day I woke up with a migraine. I got all my runs in, but I'm having some major issues with my knee still. The plan is to buy an exercise bike, and switch to a more rehab plan with my knee, but I find this very frustrating.
So overall? Again, between a B+ and an A-. Probably closer to the A- since I'm giving myself props for holding on by my fingernails in the face of inner, self-inflicted turmoil.
Two weeks down, and progress. That's a nice way to end the week.