Monday, October 13, 2014

Sorry for the Blog Silence

Been a bit hectic around these parts lately.  I myself am getting over either a REALLY, horrendously bad cold or possible flu.  I'm kinda HOPING it was the flu, because if it WAS just a cold, and the flu is worse, well, GEEZ!
The truth is, I was supposed to be on a plane to London today.  But the hotel couldn't confirm my reservations, so my trip was postponed until next month.  It is purely a vacation.  Just me.  Because I haven't had a REAL vacay in about 15 years.  One in which I can actually relax and not be responsible for two smaller folks while everyone else goes off and does their vacation-y things.
And, it's a place I want to go to. While I've enjoyed and appreciated all our family trips, they have consisted of either tagging along with the in-laws (usually so that they don't have to drive), or going places hubby wants to go.  Not that I don't love Yosemite, 'cause I really, really do, but London is my favorite city, and I haven't been in 23 years.  I'm hoping that someday Hubby and I can take a U.K tour, but that can't happen just yet.  He's never been, and I'd love to show him around and see some of the places I haven't been to yet.
I also have a friend who recently moved there.  Haven't seen her in 20 years, so it'll be great to catch up.
I'm gonna take in a show (or 2 or 3),  visit some museums, maybe even catch the train down to Cardiff and see The Doctor Who experience.  :)
And ride the Eye.  That hadn't even been built the last time I was there.  Yes, it's touristy, but I gotta do it!

It's actually a good thing the trip was postponed.  Originally I was scheduled to take the red eye to New York last night, and I was in no shape to travel.  I'm feeling quite a bit better today, but still far from 100%.
Hubby, bless him, has been taking care of everyone and  everything while I languished in bed like some 18th century literary consumptive heroine.

Changing the subject completely, I believe I have reached my goal weight!  (I'll find out for sure at my weigh-in tomorrow.)  Now the real work begins; maintaining that weight loss.  20 pounds since late May, and 36 pounds altogether, from my highest non-pregnancy weight 4 years ago.  Originally I wanted to go lower, but I think this is a weight I can maintain without starvation.
So the next step is to kick up my workouts a notch.  Not today.  When I'm feeling better, and can stand for more than 5 minutes without toppling over.  I've once again been re-discovering some old favorites, workouts that have helped me shape up in the past.  I believe I've mentioned Slim in 6/Slim Series, but also Yoga Booty Ballet, which is REALLY fun and lets me shake my money maker in the privacy of our living room.  Because my dance moves (i.e., flailing about like a hyperactive mongoose) are not for public consumption. Or public safely, for that matter.

OK, gotta go lie sown.
Like I said, not quite 100%.

Laters!




Monday, September 22, 2014

Monday seems to be my default Blogging Day now.  Makes sense, as that's when I seem to have most of my free time.  I get the kids off to school, do the grocery shopping, a bit of cleaning (let's be honest; as little as I can get away with), and then I chill for a while.  The rest of the week somehow gets taken up with Stuff To Do, although, if you were to ask me on Friday what I'd done for the past 5 days, I wouldn't be able to tell you.
Such is the life of a mom, I suppose.  Even when the kids are in school.

A few days ago I realized that my obsessive worry about my WW weigh-ins was creeping back in.  I'd put on .8 lbs last week. (POINT. EIGHT!)  Mainly because I was bloated out to here (indicates circumference roughly the size of Jupiter) for much of the week.  Apparently, PMS now starts 2 1/2 weeks before Aunt Flow actually shows up.  Yeah.  THANKS, hormones!
I'd also been exercising a little too much.  But, to be fair to myself, part of it was to get rid of the bloating and cramping.  Exercise helps A LOT, and there was a point where it was getting painful. So I'd go for a walk or hop on the bike or yoga mat in the hopes of getting rid of some of that.

So the bloat is a bit better (say that 10 times fast!), and now my face looks (to continue the cosmic theme) like the Belt of Orion.  Just in time to go to the opening of Hubby's show tonight.  Yay!
(And by "Yay" I mean, of course, "*&^%@#$*+%$#@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!")

Tomorrow night is LG's Back to School Night.  And, from what I hear, they have hired a full-time teacher for his class, who will arrive in 2 weeks' time, once the background check has cleared.  I think being in a regular classroom in the actual school building (as opposed to the trailer where they were situated the past 2 years) has made a huge difference for him.  He's calmer, and, according to his teachers, participating very actively. And he is able to finally show the depth of his intelligence!
:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)

WG is doing well, too.  There are 2 new students in her class, and they're both quite noisy.  Given her sensitivity to sound, it's been a little difficult for her.  But she is finding her way, and the staff know when she needs to either go outside, have her noise cancelling headphones put on, or listen to music.

I'm so stinkin' proud of both of them!!!!!!!!!  They're such smart, amazing, wonderful kids!!!!!!!!!  How'd we get so lucky?

Since my sister-in-law et. al. moved out, the pup has been a bit more clingy than usual.  Which is completely understandable.  He needs reassurance that he's not going anywhere, and I'm more than happy to give it.  When a 75-pound pit bull needs cuddles, well, he doesn't have to ask me twice!

As I mentioned, Hubby's show opens tonight for a 4-week run.  Which means things will be a bit calmer: He performs 4 nights a week, and can come home beforehand (after work).  Plus, he'll have most of the weekend free, other than Saturday night.  We'll actually get to see his face now and then,  lol!

As for me, well, the job search, such as it is, continues on apace.  And the writing, well, that does, as well.  As much as is possible.  I figure if I just vomit all the ideas that are racing around in my head onto paper, something will eventually come of it.
Right?

Aaaaaaand...I may just submit myself for a directing gig at a community theater in Marin.  I LOVE community theaters!  Just have to think of a play...

Of course, it wouldn't be a post o'mine if I neglected to mention "Doctor Who" or "Sherlock" or both.
Looks like season 4 of "Sherlock" won't be happening for a while, due to the fact that both leads are ridiculously busy, popular, and important (good for them!).  Although, apparently, we WILL be getting a Christmas special next year, by all accounts.
Peter Capaldi continues to amaze and inspire as The Doctor.  And Jenna Coleman is being just fantastic.  The entire cast is terrific, recurring and guest, and some of the characters have been SO wonderful, I hope we see them again.
This show, and PC in particular, has rekindled my love of acting and my creativity.  It makes me excited to get myself back out there.

Which reminds me of the dream I had the night before last, in which I was pregnant.  And panicking.  Because I don't want another child at this stage of my life.  "However, I don't think the dream was literal.  I think it had more to do with the above-mentioned creativity: I've waded back into those waters, and it's time to take the plunge.  To birth a new project, if you will.

I just need to find the right midwife.  ;)

OK.  I'm  off. Kids are getting out of school soon and I should...bathe, or something.

Talk again soon!



Monday, September 8, 2014

And Away We GO! (Plus, Boob Confessions)

The kids are back in school.  This is their first FULL week.  A few changes this year:  LG is in a new classroom, with a new teacher who has yet to be hired, apparently.  So they have subs.  Luckily, some of the TAs are still there, so there are a couple of familiar faces.  A number of his classmates, however, have moved on to high school, so he has some new friends.

WG has a new bus driver.  Which she seems fine with, it's her dad and I who are having trouble adjusting.  We have to trust these guys to take her safely to and from school every day (3 hours round-trip), and also to take care of her, PERIOD.  She is the first one picked up and the last one dropped off, and she is non-verbal.  I know the company and, especially, the school are VERY careful and thorough about who they hire, but it's still worrying...

And, in a pretty big development, my sister-in-law and her family are moving out!  Which means we get their rooms, lol!  It's actually pretty exciting, because LG will have his own room again, and we'll all have more privacy.  My in-laws will be moving back upstairs (where we currently reside), so there will once again be a spare bedroom, and we won't have to worry about WG waking them up in the middle of the night is she's up and playing, as often happens.  My mother-in-law will still be taking care of our niece, so well see everyone every day.  It'll just be a bit quieter at night.  :)
And the pup is staying here.  Hooray!!!!!!!!

We've just seen episode 3 of "Doctor Who."  So far I am LOVING it!  I know there are many who aren't.  Some don't like the writing, some don't like the acting.  I must say, I take it VERY personally, lol!  Not sure why. Maybe it's because of all the crap I took for being a fan when I was a kid.  It still stings.

As far as my weight loss, I'm down 15.5 pounds.  Another weight-in tomorrow.  I may be hitting my first plateau.   But then, seeing as I'm about 6 pounds away from my goal weight, that's not too surprising.  My "goal weight" being on the higher end of where I'd actually like it, just to give me some wiggle room.  At this point in life, I'm not sure what I can easily maintain.  Don't want it to be too high OR too low.
I'm gonna be honest: The main sticking point with me right now isn't my post-child bearing belly or my droopy butt.  It's my girls. The twins, the boulders, the mammaries, the boobs. The Breasts.  They still feel HUGE!  I know they're in pretty good proportion to the rest of me, but I'd like them to be smaller.  I'm currently a 38D.  I'd like to at least shrink them back to a C, which is where they've been most of my adult life.
I put on a long-sleeved, fitted shirt this morning and my first thought was "Jeez Louise, they're MASSIVE!"
I admit I've been self-conscious about them ever since they made their very sudden, very LOUD appearance when I was 14.  I was flat as a board and then BOOM!  Out they came!  And they weren't subtle about it, either!
I've never been one to go around flashing them. I don't particularly like low-cut tops, and have done my best to keep my breasts contained for the past 31 years.  Partly because of the unwanted attention I got (which, at 14, 15, 16, is REALLY hard to deal with!) and partly because I prefer it when people look me in the eye when we're talking.
But it can be difficult.  When I work out, or go to yoga, I don't want to wear a bulky t-shirt.  I find them uncomfortable and I sweat even more than usual (which is quite a bit).   Plus, try doing an inversion in a loose-fitting top!  But so many of the tops made specifically for working out can show a bit too much if you're, um, well-endowed.  So I end up putting on layers and, yes, sweating A LOT.  (You ever try doing hot yoga in layers?  NOT FUN!)
I've had to explain this to fellow instructors when they complain about certain clients revealing their "assets." Most of them, to their credit, admit that they'd never thought of it that way.  Because they just haven't had the experience.  Lucky ducks.

And, of course, there is the simple fact that they, like everything else on my body, are heading south.

I realize this is a first-world problem, and it's probably not nearly as bad as I imagine it to be.
A few years ago, my mom had breast cancer, and I feel very lucky that she survived, is cancer-free, and that, so far, I appear to be the same.  I also try to remember that they fed both of my kids.

Basically, it's really just another thing for me to obsess over.
Because I don't have enough, right?

I hope this wasn't triggering.  It's just me being silly and avoiding the important stuff I need to focus on.

Speaking of which, I'd better get back to it.
Have a good one!

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

I Can See The Light...

...At the end of the tunnel!  WG goes back Wednesday, and LG a week from tomorrow!

I am DEFINITELY feeling the effects of summer vacation.  I'm looking forward to hopefully-fingers-crossed-keep-a-good-thought having a solo vacation at the end of October.  Details to follow if it actually comes to pass.

In the meantime, "Doctor Who" premiered, of course, on Saturday, and this girl was NOT disappointed!  In a couple of hours, in fact, I'll be heading out to our local cinema to watch it again, this time on the big screen, with a prequel, surrounded by my fellow freaks-er-fans.

Honestly, if you'd have told me back in 1982 that it would reach this level of popularity, I'm not sure I'd've believed you.  It was such a fringe, cult show at the time, in the U.S. That weird thing shown on PBS on weeknights with the bad special effects.  Those of us who DID watch it were considered TRULY odd.
And now?
Well. Just go on YouTube and check out footage from the world tour.  It's HUGE!!!!!!!

Which makes me very happy.
And I'm just gonna say, Peter Capaldi: Rock star!

On the more mundane side, I'm down 14.5 pounds.  At least, I was last week.  This week is PMS, so who knows?  I'l find out tomorrow.

OK, I'm back from the theater.  And I'm just gonna say it again:  Peter Capaldi is AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's one thing to go darker with the character, which has been discussed a lot and is (IMHO) absolutely the right way to go.  But to do that AND make him funny AND make him achingly vulnerable all at the same time is no easy feat.  But he makes it look easy.  I'm so blown away by his performance.
And it's only the first week!

And, in other good-news-for-inspirational-stuff, "Sherlock" won a bunch of Emmys.  Including Benedict Cumberbatch, Martin Freeman, and Stepehen Moffat!
So it's been a good night all-around for artistic stuff.

And on that note, I'm off.
Good night!




Sunday, August 17, 2014

Well...

Last week was...rough.  All-around.  Not so much in the way I'd figured.  The kids've been great!  But with everything that's been happening around the country and around the world, well.
Just, well.

Had another personally rough, emotional day.  I think it was, in part, a delayed reaction to Robin Williams' suicide.  The world is a much sadder place now.  And with the events in Ferguson...

Sometimes it's all so overwhelming, isn't it?

But here we are, at the start of a new week.  My mom is in town, as is a friend whom I haven't seen in 20 years.  :)

And we are 6 days away from new "Who."
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In 2 weeks and 2 days, both kids will be back in school.
Not that I'm counting the days or anything...
I adore them, of course.  But It'll be nice to have those few hours to myself again during the weekdays.
Although it IS hard to believe that LG is going into 8th grade, while WG is going into 6th.
Where are my little toddlers?!?!?!?!

As of my last weigh-in, I'm 13 pounds down.  I'm looking at between 8-13 more, and then we'll take stock.
Working on the meditation, and keeping up the tapping.

I just finished reading a book called "10% Happier" by Dan Harris (who's a correspondent and anchor for ABC news).  It's about his experiences with meditation, after having had a panic attack on air, and I really enjoyed it.  I found it inspiring and very helpful, as well as really funny.  Definitely worth a read if you're interested in meditation.

Finally, trying to find the courage to go into the darkness that is at the root of everything.  The cause of the anxiety, depression, and feelings of worthlessness that crop up now and again.  And to dare to be unexceptional.  To not worry that I'm not "important."  Because I am to the people who matter.
To just be kind, loving, patient, and accepting of my own human-ness and frailty, and of everyone else's.

But I will say this:  Remember that letter I wrote back in March?  I kinda wish I knew for sure that the person I sent it to got it and read it.  Because I think it's important to know when you've inspired someone as much as this person has inspired me.  Just my opinion.

Anyway.  I'll try to go on the assumption that they did.  And hopefully it made them happy, even if only for a few minutes.

OK.  Gotta go to bed.

'Night!

Monday, August 11, 2014

Heck Week

And so it begins.

Hubby starts rehearsals tonight for his new show, so he won't be home much for the next 10 weeks.  The kids, of course, are still on summer vacation.  I'm pretty much on my own this week.  Next week my mom's here, and staying at a hotel with a nice pool.  Thankfully, we still have access to the other pool, as well. And tonight, I'll be taking them out for a walk and some ice cream.
Well, they'll have ice cream.  I have my WW weigh-in tomorrow.  :)
The weight loss continues on apace.  Granted, a slow pace, but that's OK.  I'd rather lose it slowly and keep it off than shed it quickly only to gain it all back (and more) again.
Hubby took a picture of me while I was working out the other night, and I'm just gonna say it; I think my body looks pretty darn good!

My face, on the other hand...

Isn't that always the way?  We focus on one thing and then, when that starts looking/feeling better, we notice something else that's "wrong."
See, I think I look old.  But many people, when they meet me, think I'm in my 30's.  Which isn't bad for a chick who just turned 45.
Besides, getting older is a GOOD thing!  Beats the hell out of the alternative, right?  And I'm MUCH happier now than I was was 10 years ago.  Let's not even talk about being 20-something.  URGH!

I'm kinda loving my 40's, overall.

It's true that women tend to become invisible, as far as our society is concerned, once we hit 40.  But I think it's also true that we don't care as much.  Would I like to see more 40-something women in films?  Hell yeah!  Especially paired up with men in their 40's.  I won't start ranting (again) about how many 40-50 year-old men are romantically paired up onscreen with women in their 20's.  Like in the new Woody Allen film.  Although, in that case, I think it has less to do with Hollywood norms and almost everything tho do with HIM...

Do I mind not being catcalled on the street?  Not. Even. A. Little. Bit.  Do I miss the days of being groped, followed, called names, and harassed?
NO WAY!

See, the nice thing is, once you reach a "certain age," you not only get more confident and less self-conscious, you start focusing on the things that matter.  You start doing things to please yourself, to give yourself that sense of accomplishment, and do them less for other people's approval.

So while we may be invisible in the eyes of society at large, we are very much visible to ourselves, and to the people who really matter.

And I realized something else.  The other day I had a REALLY difficult time.  It was one of THOSE days, in which not only was everything going wrong,  I fell into one of my deep, dark, dank, dreary, dungeon-like doldrums.  I was quite, quite down, to paraphrase Ophelia.  :)
By the following evening, however, I'd rallied.  And by the NEXT day, I was perfectly content.  Because I learned some things.  I won't get into all the details, but it made me recognize that, for one thing, NOTHING is permanent.  Not happiness, not sadness, not anger, hunger, life, etc.  And that going through the bad stuff helps one get to the good stuff.  I felt the sorrow/depression/anger/jealousy/hopelessness/fatigue of those couple of days very deeply, which allowed me to get over it and feel the gratitude/happiness/faith/love that followed. And to feel them all deeply, as well.

I've long thought of myself as a depressed, anxious person.  But I'm not.  Not really.  I am a person who has some depression and anxiety.
And that's COMPLETELY different!

When I talk about my kids, I don't say they're autistic, I say they have autism.  Because "autistic" dismisses them, whereas "they have autism" describes a part of them.  So if I think of myself as "anxious" and "depressed", I'm dismissing MYSELF as someone who just has a bunch of symptoms and isn't worth the time or effort.
Except that I AM worth it.  I'm a whole lot more than a bunch of symptoms that rear they're heads every so often.  I'm also funny, good at puns, passionate, talented, loyal, loving, honest, and (mostly) kind.  Why should ALL THAT be overshadowed by the "negative" stuff?

And, as it turns out, a bit to my surprise, I am perfectly capable of being genuinely happy for someone whose dreams, very similar to mine, have come true, while mine have wasted away.  It's just that I have to wallow for a bit in my jealousy, get it out of my system.  :):):):):):)

Because the "negative" stuff doesn't go away just because we want it to.  Ignoring it only makes it stronger.  If my kid is having a meltdown from sensory over-stimulation, I need to hold him/her and soothe.  Because it's not done for attention.
If I'm feeling badly, it's because something needs to be dealt with. The sooner, the better.

I think I'm finally starting to get it. On more than an intellectual level.

And, hey, it only took 45 years!

Monday, August 4, 2014

Day 1

Of having both kids home for summer vacation at the same time.  So far, so good, knock on wood. I managed to corral both kids to the grocery store AND the coffee bar without any meltdowns.  The it was 2+ hours at the pool, a picnic lunch, and home.
Soon it will be mid-afternoon baths while I squeeze in a workout, then maybe some arts & crafts-y-type stuff before dinner. After dinner, once Daddy's home, a walk to the playground.

Hubby is home in the evenings this week.  Next week he starts rehearsals, so it'll be mostly me taking care of the kids.  My mom is coming in for a week on the 17th, so at least that'll be 1 more pair of eyes, even if it IS exhausting, lol!
Then WG goes back to school on the 27th, and LG on September 2nd.

And, bien sur, "Doctor Who" returns  on August 23rd!!!!!!  Then I'm going to a cinema screening on the 25th.  :)
(Did you know that it was a year ago today that Peter Capaldi was announced as the new Doctor?)

Tomorrow is my weekly WW meeting.  And, given that it is That Time of Month, I'm anticipating a bit of a gain.  Which is fine.  Because it's nothing compared to feeling like you're carrying around the entire Pacific ocean IN YOUR UTERUS!!!!!!
I am bloated beyond belief!  I swear I hear swishing every time I move!  And don't get me started on the cramps!

I enjoy being a girl...

I'm just glad I didn't get it last week.  'Cause having your period on your birthday REALLY sucks!

Alrighty then, I must sign off.  Au revoir, mes amis!  Talk soon.