Monday, September 29, 2014

50 miler - 51.17 to be exact

Went down to Waco over the weekend to set a PR for mileage.  Check!  I won't say it was a great ride, as a good deal of it was by the side of the road but I completed what I set out to do.  And had a little fun in the process.

Work and life maintenance stuff is kicking my behind around these days, so I need to get cracking.

Take good care of yourself.  Be kind to others.  Reach.

-Roxie


Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Post of the Day

I read this and wanted to share it.  Sally writes some amazing stuff at Already Pretty.

Monday, September 22, 2014

Black Bra, White Shirt

I've been about this classy recently

It's been a week of misses.  Nothing went horribly awry - just sort of off - from soup to nuts.  First up, in my quest to dress more stylishly, I've been spending a bit more time getting ready.  On Tuesday, I had several meetings at work, plus an after work function that intersected my personal and professional life.  I wanted to look nice for that, as well.  I ended up changing clothes several times, but ended up going with a crisp white shirt, popped collar and a signature jewelry piece.  It wasn't until I was undressing for the evening that I discovered when I went from a dark sweater to a white blouse, I forgot to change my bra.  I paraded around all day in a white shirt and black bra.  Nothing classier.  Sigh.

I'd also had this great idea to use my crockpot and do a big pork loin so that I could have meals all week.  I fixed the pork loin and partitioned the servings out for the week.  However, it turns out that I made a lousy, almost inedible, bone dry, stringy-as-hell pork loin and I hated every bite of it. But given my frugal nature, I couldn't waste it!  So while I took it with me to work, I never actually ate much of it, opting instead for far-less-good-for-me choices.  Ended up the week 2.5 pounds up.  Lesson?  If I don't like it, I won't eat it.

And now for Naked Dating.  Well, it's not really naked and it's not really dating but meeting someone while cycling really cuts out a lot of pretense!  I choose not to wear any sort of make-up when I ride and given the unforgiving nature of the cycling kit, it's rather like showing up in your girdle!  And whatever is not encased in lycra, jiggles - or at least it does on me.   So Saturday, I went on a charity ride out in Parker county.  At the first rest stop was a man and he commented on my/our new cycling jersey.  We chatted a bit and he recommended the white chocolate macadamia nut cookies.  I heeded his recommendation on the cookie and I think we left the rest stop before he did.  On Sunday, the singles' group I sometimes participate in, scheduled a casual bike ride and who was the very first person I saw?  Yep, the cookie man.  We visited quite a bit.  Don't know if anything will come of it - but there is certainly no smoke and mirrors :-).

So my goal for this week is to keep my underwear out of sight.  I'm keeping the bar low.

Take good care of yourself.  Be kind to others.  Build a good foundation.

-Roxie


Monday, September 15, 2014

Campaign Season

Shoes I wore dancing Sat night
Due to some possible personnel changes at the office, I need to up my profile a bit.  Get out of my office and glad-hand.  Be visible.  Really cultivate some goodwill.  Get out and take credit for my projects, etc.  This became clear to me last week, when an opportunity presented itself to do just that and I was not dressed for it.

The day was rainy and I had worn sacrificial shoes to the office and my footware dictated apretty casual dress.  So when an impomptu meeting with a VIP was called, there I was looking all sad-sack.

As the weather turned a bit this weekend, I spent some time changing out warm season clothes for my cooler season clothes.  I went through and sorted out my closets again and tried to look at everything with a new eye.

I have one decent business suit that fits and I don't want to spend the money to buy more, as I consider myself to be moving back down in size.  I'll have to make due with separates, I guess.  And it feels like my style has all but left me, but I'm hoping to pull it back.

I stumbled upon www.into-mind.com and read about their challenge to style ten looks.  (Hell, I'd be happy with five!)  After poking around at the website, I also figured out that I need some navy/gray/metallic closed-toed work heels.  I had the perfect pair of those, but The Grandbeast ate them last year before they had ever been worn.  I went to my local DSW, but didn't find any thing that would fit the bill, so I am going to call Pebbles and see if she wants to go shoe shopping.

I hope she does, but if not, I'll go by myself.  I'm going to Dallas anyway to hear a bagpipe and drum concert.  I love bagpipes and don't get the opportunity to hear them very often.

Otherwise, life is bumping along.  A few stumbles in the clean eating area and a couple of dips in the energy, emotional and otherwise, but overall, things are good.  I've got a pork loin in the crockpot to fix for lunches next week and I'm going to make some mini-quiches for breakfast here pretty quick.  Now if I can just get back in the exercise routine (I bailed out of my bike ride on Saturday - just wasn't feeling it) all will be good.

Giveaway:  Audiobook (CD) version of Let's Pretend This Never Happened.  Please send me an email with your name and address info and I'll pop it in the mail to you next week.

Take good care of yourself.  Be kind to others.  Sharpen your focus.  Sharpen your image.

-Roxie


Monday, September 8, 2014

I Can Make This Work

Chelsea Flower Show vendor booth.  London, 2014
"I can make this work."  Not "I like this" or "I want this" but "I can make this work".  These are the words of a woman who has a tough time acting in her own best self-interest.  
Pebbles first brought this to my attention - my tendency to just accept many things in my life without asking myself if they/it are what I want.  And then I just set about adjusting myself, contorting myself into whatever shape will make everyone happy. 
I can make this work.  I realized that was what was going on in my mind re:  Talia's friend.  I should make this work.  I kept trying to find a way to convince myself that he was in some way interesting to me.  I finally came to the conclusion that I don't have to accept anything just because someone wants me to have it.  My feelings and wishes and wants COME FIRST.  What I think matters most, not what anyone else does.
 
Now those of you for whom this is a normal way of life, well, the fact that I don't always get that right sounds like crazypants, and it is.  It does, however, take a conscious effort for me to make that call.  It is not my default position, at least not yet.

Friday night, I took dinner to a friend, Janice, who starts her chemo on Thursday.  We had a lovely visit and I admire her outlook, as she moves into this scary part of her life.

After dinner, I stopped into a bar to hear my friend Christine's husband's band play for a bit.  I was late and just caught the last couple of songs of the set, but I did want to put in an appearance and I wanted to see what that particular bar was like.  The crowd trended older and the place was really casual.  I actually think Christine's husband is an investor in this particular bar, so it may be that they get to play there often.  Looks like a fun place to listen to some music on the rare occasion.

Saturday morning was a great bike ride, through hills of humidity and downhills of dodging raindrops, followed by brunch at a new place!  It was amazing - The Shed, for locals.  Then Wendy and Iwent to Dallas to spend hours trudging through fabric outlets.  Wow!  I ended up with fabric for three starter projects.   I'm going to have to do this whole sewing thing solo, as my pending sewing class was cancelled due to lack of interest.  Ah well.

Sunday, I was just lazing about when Pebbles called and asked me to head out for a road trip to the Panhandle.  I have not had the opportunity to see her civic projects  - and she's been working on them for years!  So I jumped at the chance to hang out with my kiddo for a day or so.  And obviously, I'm pre-scheduling this to post on Monday morning.

Getting in my exercise and eating clean.  I did pop into a tee are ex class this week.  These exercise classes use bands suspended from the ceiling as part of their resistance/strength training.  Part of it I really, really liked, but some of the exercises I thought were a recipe for a hurt back - so I just didn't do those.  My bicepts and tricepts are still yelling at me a bit - which is good.

My activities next week include an outing with the singles group I joined, which takes place in a bar with all the old 80's style arcade games.  I am looking forward to re-establishing my dominance over the Centipedes machine!

Take good care of yourself.  Be kind to others.  Accept all parts of you.

-Roxie

ETA This was supposed to publish yesterday.  I'm trying to stick to Monday-at-a-minimum schedule.





Monday, September 1, 2014

Hello, It's Me

Turkish Spice Market
It seemed fitting to start again today.  Yesterday, my new passport arrived.  It's been ten years since I started this part of my journey - really starting to come into my own.  Travel was a huge part of that.  My first passport has many stamps of different adventures, for which I eternally grateful.  I know I am extremely fortunate.

This fall has felt like a new beginning for other areas, as well.  I chose to end my relationship with Dave back in July.  I'd known for quite sometime that it was what I needed to do but wanted to make sure it was the right thing, and not just me acting from a place of chaos, given the crazy year I'd had in 2013.  I decided to give the decision a lot of time and thought, in addition to some help from a therapist to talk it all through.

I am practicing extreme self-care - making my life, health and good living my number one priority, and I've finally been able to budge the scale just a little.  I've been logging steps, getting into the gym on a regular basis, walking with Valerie three mornings a week.  That was a great change for us - I missed seeing her, but didn't want to just out for drinks or dinner, so I asked her to walk with me early in the morning before work and she agreed.  And, she's stuck to it - says it starts her day off much better.  Mine, too.

I've also been dating someone who Talia has been wanting me to go out with for three years.  We've been out three times but he's not the right person.  I have been very thoughtful about this, especially given Talia's high praise, but after careful thought, all I can think is what, after her knowing me for eight years, makes her think that he is "perfect".  He is a nice man.  He is polite, he is educated, he is comfortably off and has absolutely no personality that I can detect.  None.  Zilch.  Nada.  So I need to figure out how to get out of this without hurting any feelings.  I don't believe his will be hurt and I hope Talia's won't be either.  But just let me say "Does she not know me at all?"

Take good care of yourself.  Be kind to others.  Know yourself.

-Roxie

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Some fun wrapped around some truth

A friend posted this on FB this morning and it made me giggle (and jiggle).  Body image issues, either from weight or age or both does not do a body good.


Take good care of yourself.  Be kind to others.  Be divine.

-Roxie