The journey to maintain

I do pretty well, I think.  Working my “plan” as they say.  Clearly I am not a major athlete and I have days that the pillow/snuggle wins out over the morning gym call.  I also like cheese.  But if I am honest I would say I am “on plan” 80% of the time.  Meaning I stay in my calorie range, I get my minimal workouts, I avoid the crappy carbs, the sugar, the alcohol, the chips and cheese.  What 80% gets me, or used to get me was to maintain.

I have never had a stellar metabolism and previously when was am successful at loosing weight not just maintaining that means living more in the 90% bracket.  Exercising daily and most importantly keeping complete and utter track of every little thing.  There is no wiggle room in that place.

The last six months or so have been even harder, and by no means have I exercised every day.  In fact this Summer was light because Lori was home in the evenings and the gym is just not and never will be more appealing than going home to her there.

I do continue to get up at 4:30 in the morning (like today) and go to the gym.  I will go again this evening (like last night) because although I am awake and there in the morning, the workout is not powerful but it does get the day going on a good start.  I continue to log my food which there are now handy apps that really make that so much easier than it used to.

However even living in this 90% range for the last month really hasn’t done anything to my clothes fitting better or the scale moving.  I think all I am doing now is battling the newest member of the opposition……Menopause and his evil cohort in war the hot flash.

Now 90% gets me to maintain….I will have to be crazed and diligent and a machine to make progress.  In reality, learning to live at 90% and be happy to maintain.

Hot Flash

10:20; 11:33; 12:30; 1:45: 2:24; 3:46; 4:30*; 5:45

I am not sure if the 4:30 hot flash was triggered by my waking up for my gym alarm or if they were just timed to be exactly at the same time.  However I did not get up and go to the gym because I was tired.

It has been very hot last week and over the weekend. Today thankfully mid 80’s is expected to be the high!  We ended up getting a window AC unit for the bedroom.  We will probably use it for a month and then remove it and store it until next August which is when we can’t seem to handle the heat.

Although it was a hot weekend, and we were doing things like going to the farmers market, grocery shopping, going to an outdoor luau and transplanting two small trees, it is the overnight hot flashes that are kicking my butt.

Selling on my brain tonight

There has been one thing after another with my house.  The plumbing, then the tree and tonight water not draining again from the downstairs shower.

This very well may be the last straw.  I am so much closer to putting it on the market then I ever have been.  Of course currently Dale and Della are both not working.  Della’s job starts next week and Dale is still off on medical leave because of his broken arm.

So many things to consider……

The house is my main, nearly only expense.
The real estate market is better, but is it completely recovered?
If we retire up to the Pacific NW, this house isn’t necessarily where we want to land.If/when I sell, I could apply any equity to the house we are currently in and go from two mortgages to one with a good size chunk out of it.

What do I do with all my stuff.
Get rid of most of it obviously but that would still take lots of time and several trips up.
When I go up to visit friends, It wont really be “going home” so much as going to visit
Family holidays would change.,,,,but haven’t they already with the nieces moving to Calimesa

So I don’t know if its the last straw or just the last straw for this week.  We had company this weekend, Vivian visiting from Mississippi.  That wasn’t a big stress but I was cramping Saturday morning before picking her up from the airport.

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space cadet

Menopause has some strange symptoms.  One that I have heard from friends is the spacey-ness.

There are so many symptoms and like all the I am experiencing (hot flashes, headaches, night sweats, itchy skin, mood swings, sleep disorders, dizziness, weight gain, bloating and irritability) they fluctuate with the hormone levels but on Friday I had a heavy dose of “difficulty concentrating”.

I was a complete space cadet.  In fact I shouldn’t have been driving.  I didn’t run any red lights or stop signs, but I nearly ran two stop signs.  I also almost ran right into the back-end of a mini van that stopped for a school bus (I hadn’t seen the bus).  I drove right past the driveway for work.  I dropped my just purchased tea in the parking lot at Starbucks.  I talked to myself all day while driving, mostly saying “Oh my God, what is my problem.”  I drove right past the street I turn on to go home because I was so busy watching the asphalt chewer grinding up and spitting out the road and the asphalt coming off the conveyor into lined up dump trucks.

But the topper was when I went back to work in the evening to pick up drawings I needed for Monday.  I unlocked the door, turned off the alarm, unlocked the door into the office and went in and printed my floor plans.  While the printer was warming up I dashed back into the hall to use the restroom, came out and found myself locked into the entry way.  No keys, my two cell phones on my desk.  I was locked into a little 4×8 foot room.  I could go outside but I would be locked out completely.  Luckily there is a phone on the wall, I called the office right on the other side of the door and left a message because I knew it would page my boss and the two managers.  I did not however leave the extension to the phone on the wall.

Then it hit me to call security.  I phoned the operator who transferred me and I tried to explain my plight.  The guard asked me how this was even possible.  While I waited for him to show up to unlock the hall door, I could hear different extension ringing in the office as my boss tried to guess the one in the hall.  When the one in the hall finally rang and I told them I had called security everyone had a good laugh.

At least twelve times on Friday I said out loud “What is my problem”  I am just so thankful that it did not carry into Saturday because that would not have been good for the day of painting.