After three full months of living as a stray, occasionally wandering back into our yard in search of food and, perhaps, familiarity, our beloved Morgan (feline) has returned home. I came home from an errand this morning to find him napping in a collapsed box in a fenced-off section of our back yard. He woke when I approached, but didn't run off as I walked up to him. He remained calm as I picked him up and carried him inside.
He obviously missed us, because he's been incredibly affectionate since his return to the home. He's found a comfortable spot on a heating pad (my contribution) under our bed, with food, water, and litter box nearby. I'm having to isolate him from the other cats for a while so they can grow accustomed to each other's scents and presence in the home. The Duchess is not the least bit aggressive and lived harmoniously in the shelter with several other cats, so she seems curious, but timid, about this (from her perspective) newcomer. Seamus lived for four months with Morgan, so I'm not sure if they remember each other or not, but he clearly feels threatened by Morgan's return. He growled and hissed and tried to launch an attack on Morgan, but I intervened. When I go in to visit Morgie, I walk out to find Seamus anxiously awaiting me in the hallway, lavishing affection on me. Maybe he's afraid I'll stop loving him now that my older cat is back.
In other news, I had a meal replacement shake for lunch today. This was the first step in an effort to get myself back on track towards achieving my goal weight. I've been going to the gym regularly, but I've let that lull me into a comfortable situation of eating whatever I want, and I can tell by the roundness of my face that it's coming back to kick me in the rear. My clothes still fit--I haven't gained more than a couple of pounds at the most--but I'm definitely not losing weight, and I haven't been for a while. I let myself get comfortable with all the weight I lost, losing sight of my ultimate goal weight, and I stopped working for it. Beginning today, I'm jumping back on the diet wagon. Fewer carbs, less cake(!), diet drinks and water, sugar-free coffee drinks, and no fast food. Plus, I've got a pantry full of delicious and effective Nutrisystem meals, so I might as well eat the food I've already paid for. ;)
I won't be doing weekly weigh-ins or obsessing over this. I'm just going to make better food choices and continue my regular exercise routine, then enjoy watching the weight gradually melt away.
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Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Monday, November 28, 2011
Back on Track!
Well, the holiday long weekend is officially over, C is on the bus on her way to school, and I've got an appointment with my trainer in just under two hours. I have to clean and vacuum two rooms before C gets home (asleep) at noon so the steam cleaners can clean those rooms (a little gift from the hubby!). I also have a paper to write and an online final to take by Wednesday. /whew! Life is always just a little bit hectic around here. :)
I am eating nothing but Nutrisystem today, because I need to get back on the dieting wagon ASAP if I'm gonna look good by the time I go home for Christmas in 3 weeks! Going home means running into old high school acquaintances at restaurants and stores and clubs, which means being sized up to see who's got the better life, the better figure, and the better clothes now. Well, I'm going to lose the clothing competition hands-down, and those who don't know better will think my life isn't perfect because my daughter has special needs (how very wrong they are!), so I really have to fight on the superficial front and at least have the better figure! ;)
I'm nervous because my therapist hasn't called me back since the insurance company limited my visits to 3, so I don't know yet if we can start up with my EMDR, which I desperately need. I feel pushed aside and insignificant because he couldn't even be bothered to return my call and say, "We'll work something out." It's been nearly two weeks, and I just haven't heard a word from him. I'm a little angry. I feel marginalized. He's supposed to be on my side, supposed to be helping me limp through recovering from my PTSD, and he can't even make a phone call when I'm in crisis? That's just not cool... But I'm not writing him off yet. I need his expertise and experience too much, and he may have worked some insurance magic behind the scenes that I just don't know about yet. We'll find out about that at tomorrow's appointment. I won't have to fret much longer.
This was a great weekend for me on Twitter. I found a whole bunch of great new people to follow, and I have several new followers, myself. I'm building a network of people who have experiences with special needs, particularly autism (I am LOVING the autism crowd!), parenting, and teaching. I view these people as companions, peers, and resources... I am learning so much about parenting a child with autism, which will help me teach children with ASD in a few years when I'm finished with school, and it helps me parent my own little girl, who doesn't have ASD but isn't NT, either. I am meeting people whose lives are as hectic and emotionally challenging as mine is--people who GET IT. And then, on top of it all, I'm meeting other teachers who can help give me tips as I enter the world of Special Education. All of this is huge for me, but I appreciate the companionship most. It's a lonely, isolating world when your child isn't typically developing, and it's that much lonelier without people on your side who have been there and know what you're experiencing. Invaluable.
It's Cyber Monday, so I should stay off the computer as much as possible today. I am completely out of money and can't afford to get sucked in by the online specials! Boot Barn and Kohl's have been bombarding me with emails, and I'm more than a little tempted...! Excessive shopping can be a symptom of a manic episode, and those often end in me spending ~$4000 I don't have, so I have to sit back, relax, take deep breaths, and try to keep my mouse away from the Add To Cart buttons so I don't put myself in financial trouble. Ahh, the joys of being bipolar!
Alright, time to eat some Nutrisystem breakfast and hop in the shower. After all, it's just rude to show up at the gym smelly--you're supposed to at least start out smelling fresh! ;)
I am eating nothing but Nutrisystem today, because I need to get back on the dieting wagon ASAP if I'm gonna look good by the time I go home for Christmas in 3 weeks! Going home means running into old high school acquaintances at restaurants and stores and clubs, which means being sized up to see who's got the better life, the better figure, and the better clothes now. Well, I'm going to lose the clothing competition hands-down, and those who don't know better will think my life isn't perfect because my daughter has special needs (how very wrong they are!), so I really have to fight on the superficial front and at least have the better figure! ;)
I'm nervous because my therapist hasn't called me back since the insurance company limited my visits to 3, so I don't know yet if we can start up with my EMDR, which I desperately need. I feel pushed aside and insignificant because he couldn't even be bothered to return my call and say, "We'll work something out." It's been nearly two weeks, and I just haven't heard a word from him. I'm a little angry. I feel marginalized. He's supposed to be on my side, supposed to be helping me limp through recovering from my PTSD, and he can't even make a phone call when I'm in crisis? That's just not cool... But I'm not writing him off yet. I need his expertise and experience too much, and he may have worked some insurance magic behind the scenes that I just don't know about yet. We'll find out about that at tomorrow's appointment. I won't have to fret much longer.
This was a great weekend for me on Twitter. I found a whole bunch of great new people to follow, and I have several new followers, myself. I'm building a network of people who have experiences with special needs, particularly autism (I am LOVING the autism crowd!), parenting, and teaching. I view these people as companions, peers, and resources... I am learning so much about parenting a child with autism, which will help me teach children with ASD in a few years when I'm finished with school, and it helps me parent my own little girl, who doesn't have ASD but isn't NT, either. I am meeting people whose lives are as hectic and emotionally challenging as mine is--people who GET IT. And then, on top of it all, I'm meeting other teachers who can help give me tips as I enter the world of Special Education. All of this is huge for me, but I appreciate the companionship most. It's a lonely, isolating world when your child isn't typically developing, and it's that much lonelier without people on your side who have been there and know what you're experiencing. Invaluable.
It's Cyber Monday, so I should stay off the computer as much as possible today. I am completely out of money and can't afford to get sucked in by the online specials! Boot Barn and Kohl's have been bombarding me with emails, and I'm more than a little tempted...! Excessive shopping can be a symptom of a manic episode, and those often end in me spending ~$4000 I don't have, so I have to sit back, relax, take deep breaths, and try to keep my mouse away from the Add To Cart buttons so I don't put myself in financial trouble. Ahh, the joys of being bipolar!
Alright, time to eat some Nutrisystem breakfast and hop in the shower. After all, it's just rude to show up at the gym smelly--you're supposed to at least start out smelling fresh! ;)
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