So, I had this big deadline this week ... technically, July 1, I was to turn in something, anything, to show that I am making progress in my PhD program.
The truth is, I have had a hard time motivating to write these two out of four papers that I owe various people at the university. Even though I have actually been working on the papers, off and on, I still didn't seem to be making progress. I could write and write notes, but getting something to see coherent in the paper was elusive.
At nearly 2 am on July 2nd, I was still working on the paper. I had pledged to myself that I would get this monkey off my back ... no matter what. I decided to turn in whatever I had done by July 1... well, at 11pm on July 1st, I was rounding the corner, with only one section to complete and a conclusion to write. I had a pile of notes on this section, but every time I read through the notes in an attempt to get something that sounded like it meant something, well, it made me want to run screaming through the house.
So, I winged it ... and some of it might have sounded ok, I couldn't actually bring myself to read the rest of the paper after having revised so closely all the rest of it, over and over. All that to say, I FINISHED IT. And the other paper? Well, I made an executive decision not to do it.
In the midst of all this craziness, I felt like I needed to have control over some part of my life -- so I decided to get serious about the workout and diet routine.
|Black skimmer in flight!|
Every day, regardless of how much I wrote, I would go for my three mile walk. And in between sitting and working on the stupid paper, I would get up and do some stretching or some ab work.
It should demonstrate to you just how much I did not enjoy writing this paper that I found exercising a BREAK! It didn't get so bad that I started cleaning, but I will admit that I thought about it SERIOUSLY.
And, when I say diet, I have to admit I read an article (when I should have been writing) about fast-like diets -- diets of 1000 calories a day OR LESS. I got the bright idea that I should try this, but I was understandably scared that it would be hard to do. My compromise was to try to step down into the lower calories. I started at 1200 and worked my way down, by July 1st, I was eating 1000 or less and happily shedding pounds (why is LB the abbreviation for pounds?).
|The egret that led me into the lagoon|
Next week, I am going to go all the way and do the five days of fast-like, plant only diet to see if it will help me keeping from plateauing as I work my way to my weight goal (140).
The good news is that I am not hungry... I am eating almost no processed food and getting most of my carbs from fruit and feeling fine. I am 11.6 down, officially, as of this morning, though I am afraid to report that until it is maintained. As I keep losing .4 lbs per day, it turns out I am not plateauing as of yet.
And, I accidentally went caffeine free yesterday. I just forgot to drink the coffee I intended to make. In the evening, I was feeling super tired, and that was when I realized ... I never made that coffee! I marveled that I didn't have a headache. It was unintentional but fortuitous because next week, in my non plant phase, I didn't have a back up plan for the milk in my coffee.
This morning I woke up with the splitting caffeine withdrawal headache. OUCH! I remembered that Monday I planned to have NO COFFEE, so I decided that I should not make this headache go away with coffee. Instead, I took tylenol, and am sipping tea, hoping I can step down by Monday ... all else fails, I can do green tea with no milk ... that's my update-ish.
I have other things to say about what I might be doing with my life next, but I decided not to make plans more than a week in advance for a while. That's my plan for next week except I also plan to go to the movies, maybe three times! And I am going to read books (already started one) that are not for papers.
But, I am also going to keep working on one of those other papers... because I am dutiful, often to my own detriment.