a cover up

it all started with wanting to cover up a little tattoo that i got in the le chateau coop from tattoo bill after i found him sitting in the pub and begged him to tattoo me. he begrudged since he’d had a couple drinks, but i convinced him to anyway.

i wore that little guy until his previously purple hair turned green (what was in that ink?) and he got ever so taller as time and gravity had their way with my poor choice of placement (and subject matter, let’s be honest).

so i messaged claire at spike-o-matic and said i’d been itching for a chest piece and had a little coverup involved. i gave her my subject matter, “oriole. oranges. poppies. bees.”

a month or so later, i went in and got to see the drawing she’d done.

it doesn’t look that big on paper, does it? it is.

we waited a month to heal and then she did the shading. thankfully it was the monday of birthday week and i could take care of it like it should be taken care of.

the shading turned out great!

a month later (last friday), i went in for the color. so much color. i was in the chair for four hours. i didn’t want to stop because that would mean i’d have to come back and do it some more!

so, we both powered through and the result is fantastic.

it’s a little better in person. so, if you’re lucky enough to see me wearing a v-neck shirt, you can take a peek.

week one, day three

here’s something really weird. i woke up sunday and actually wanted to run. i didn’t have that feeling of dread that i remember from the last time. even with a newly scarred chest tattoo (got color work done on friday: stay tuned for that).

i pushed on my sports bra and, since it was 52°, tried to figure out what kind of outerwear i had that could suffice. the sun was out so, i risked wearing just my arm warmers and a t-shirt (on the top half, of course).

i suited up, and to the dismay of the dogs, went outside without them.

by now, i’ve been able to mentally count the repetitions of run/walk and made it to the “you’re halfway!” point pretty easily. the last two run/walk groupings were a little rough, but only in my shins, which i assume will either stay the same or get better as the muscles learn.

i got home, stretched, showered, and *finally* walked the dogs. just in time, too, because the day got much colder and overcast. i’m glad i was up to see the sun and the neighborhood oriole.

speaking of orioles, see next post.

week one day two

yesterday, i worked from home because i had to drive to a training on the far east side in the afternoon. i had a hard enough time getting in and out of my car on the way there, and the training was 2.5 hours of sitting, staring at a monitor on the wall to my right.

by the time i got home i could barely get up off the toilet. so, i took half a cyclobenzaprine and waited to get tired. fast forward to this morning and i still couldn’t get out of bed without wincing, so i’m working from home again.

except i started to feel a little better and decided to try running. i didn’t want to miss a day in the schedule cuz then i’d be all off. i’m already risking saturday’s run with the tattoo work tomorrow afternoon. hopefully, i’m not too throbby on saturday morning.

anyhoo, the run was ok. after the first run/walk rotation i thought that the run part wasn’t so bad. after the third run, i thought my feet were going to fall off. i guess it’s all relative.

the day after week one day one

getting up at 5 made the work day long, but i made it all the way until i laid my head on my pillow around 2215.

my butt was most sore yesterday, but walking down flights of stairs reminded me that i have Vastus medialises (or whatever the plural is).

those muscles seem to be getting better, but i just rose from a 2.5-hour meeting wherein i was sitting and looking to my right at a monitor on the wall. now i can barely get up after using the toilet because my back goes into spasms if i move wrong.

i’m supposed to do day two tomorrow…

operation encourage metabolism

i’m unsure of what happened (duh, i turned 40), but, i gained upwards of 10 pounds since my dr appointment in december. i know i’m not using the same scale, but it’s obvious my front sticks out further than it once did.

i had every intention of starting couch-to-5k on may 1, since it was a monday and it seemed like a logical place to begin. of course, many things kept me from beginning, most of all, my ability to rationalize anything.

my sleep schedule has been a little off. i’ll fall asleep pretty easily but wake up for a bathroom break and then i’m awake for 1-2 hours. this isn’t so terrible. the terrible part is, once i do fall back to sleep, my alarm goes off and i am so deep into a sleep cycle that i can’t even fathom getting out of bed. so then i sleep too late and then i’m too late to work (in my mind) and then i have to catch up and yadda yadda.

so, this morning, i woke up at 5 to pee. laid back down in bed and thought, “i could either stare at my phone for 45 minutes, or i could gtfup and start running.”

i threw on the one sports bra that i could find from the last time i tried this and got on some light layers for jogging. for some reason, even tho it was already 65° and 90% humidity, i decided that i might need a hoodie.

that was silly.

anyhoo, i completed week one, day one of c25k this morning.

afterward, i laid down in bed to cool off and matt had the grand idea to go over to the diner for breakfast. and breakfast we did. at 6:30am.

we got home and i readied myself for work and matt went to bed.

four-oh

i remember being a lot more twitchy about turning 30 than i was about 40.

i had a lovely birthday week, complete with lots of dining out, naps, and dog walks. we went to grampa’s and morris ramen for some meals, we explored the path off fair oaks behind the garver feed mill for the first time in many years, and surprisingly, i didn’t get breakfast at the diner any of the days.

i did, however, make a pretty good replica of the sandwich from sardine that i like a lot.

i was going to start couch to 5k this week, but can’t find the very expensive sports bra that i bought last time. i did a dresser purge a little while ago and am fearful that i donated it along with some other bras that no longer fit.

last night, work sponsored pizza and the meeting space for the first madison wordpress meetup and it was a success! there were many last-minute cancellations, but the crowd that did arrive were enthusiastic and had many great ideas to fuel the next meetup(s). it’s going to be a lot of work each month, but i think it’ll be worth it.

birthday party!

some friends of ours hosted a joint birthday party this past saturday for myself and a mutual friend who turned 30 on the 2nd. what a whipper-snapper! we had house-cured lox and homemade bagels. since matt doesn’t care much for lox, they made him a separate meal of steamed king crab.

it was nice to be able to hang without worrying about matt having to get up for work sunday morning, but we did leave the dogs home without a break a little longer than i’d have liked. nora wasn’t able to hold it, so there was a little mess when we got home. she’s only peed a couple times in the house since getting antibiotics.

there was one not-so-awesome part of the evening in which i decided it would be a good idea to use the scale in our guests’ bathroom. i was shocked and appalled at the number and even told them that it was not calibrated correctly.

the next morning, i dug our scale out of the depths of the hallway closet to check. indeed, it reported the same number. a much higher number than i’d ever thought i’d see. a number that labels me on another chart as obese. a number that i need to actively work to reduce if i want to stop thinking about it.

i’ve considered taking up C25k again, but can barely get life taken care of now without adding another 45-60 minutes of exercise on top.

getting up earlier just isn’t an option. unless it is. maybe after i turn 40 i’ll automatically wake up at 6 am every day instead of just saturdays. maybe running while half asleep is why folks choose the mornings to exercise. i suppose it is a lot cooler out then.

detox three, day three

i received a compliment on the seasoning scent of my lunch yesterday, so i passed the recipe along. while the chickpea kale curry is tasty, it’s missing either spice or sweet. i had even added some coconut nectar to give it something. i remember it being close to sensational last time.

the turkey burgers were both annoying to make and not very tasty. i don’t like touching meat to make the patties; i could have bought pre-pattied turkey, but i needed to add stuff to make it ‘thai’, fish sauce being an ingredient. i forget how salty the recipes are in gwenyth’s books (as opposed to the goop site).

i made an extra burger for tonight, but think i’m going to skip it. i have a project that i need to start an finish for the pantry and i can’t be spending two hours in the kitchen after work.

so, the detox will come to an end today. perhaps i’ll celebrate with a latte.

detox three, day two

the niçoise salad was pretty good; i think i could have seasoned up the tuna a little, and i forgot the avocado, but all in all, it was tasty. i even didn’t hate the arugula and radicchio.

i did stop to see matt and have a drink after work, but life is about moderation, not exclusion and depravity. while i was putting the menu together and reading through gwenyth’s cookbook, it occurred to me that it could be pretty simple to maintain the unprocessed/no sugar/still yummy food lifestyle; especially now that i eat bird. so, i’m allowing myself to create my own rules for this one.

keeping with my daily kombucha is helping. during previous fasts, there wasn’t a whole lot of movement until day four, if you know what i mean, and i was lethargic and bloated. who wants to do that voluntarily for a week?

i spent longer than wanted making the next meal (chickpea and kale curry) and didn’t sit down to dinner until shortly after 8, but the turkey chili didn’t let me down.

for some reason, in the recent past, i’d gotten used to having a couple spoonfuls of green tea or strawberry ice cream (haagen daas doesn’t put a bunch of crap in their ice cream), so mangoes are my dessert this week, and they’re a pretty good substitute.

my egg drop soup breakfast was tasty and i was sweating before i left the house. halfway to work, i realized that i was biking way faster than usual and i’ll attribute that to not stuffing my face for dinner and having calories before leaving the house (normally, i don’t eat anything until around 10a). we’ll see if my theory holds up the rest of the week.

detox three, day one

after the lunch last thursday made me feel so badly, i decided it was probably about time for another elimination.

i used a little bit of the last two menus from goop and added in some meals from gwenyth’s “it’s all good” cookbook.

i also made a granola bar from angela liddon’s “oh she glows every day”, just to replace the apparent daily latte i started getting from porter; it has a tiny bit of caffeine.

i also decided not to eliminate my daily kombucha. i really do feel like it has a positive effect on my digestion, and that’s important with this food plan.

so, day one was supposed to be egg drop soup for breakfast, but i misunderstood how slowly the bone broth would defrost. i had also planned for turkey chili and niçoise salad for lunch/dinner the first two days, but one of the jars of salad slipped and hit the fridge and busted. some choice words followed and matt, thankfully, cleaned it up because i was trying to figure out how to salvage the hard boiled egg that i was convinced did not have shards of glass.

after a little shuffling, i had the turkey chili for lunch and we shared pressure cooked chicken legs and black rice for dinner.

i started getting a headache around 4p but i think it was because of the low pressure.