Weighing In on Weighing In: Wk 57

So…I screwed up this week. Here me out.

I started out strong and even on the girls’ paint night that I hosted I snacked on healthy snacks. I walked on the treadmill but on Monday I started something new. A friend is selling a popular vitamin weight loss shake and I thought what harm could it do?

For three days I followed the recommendations and restrictions to a T. It was convenient to have just a couple of shakes to make and boiled eggs to pack for the day. Drinking my shake at the office made me feel fuller longer rather than waking up early and eating before 6 AM only to need a snack at 8 AM. I love boiled eggs and the deli meat-lettuce roll-ups were awesome (I think I’ll add this to my regular snack schedule. During this time I ate sensible dinners and low-fat/carb EVERYTHING and drank so much water that I spent most of my time in the bathroom.

I weighed myself the day of starting my diet (again, Monday) and right on track with what I weighed the week before 178lbs. This morning…I gained. Basically, I gained a pound a day! I was mortified. What else could I add to my already stressful life!

Here’s to a week of working to get the weight off and goals.

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I’m Still Here: Catching Up

As everyone probably may have noticed, I haven’t been posting all my usual nonsense, stories and pictures. Not even my quick studies of the Havamal has made an appearance. I have a few stolen minutes to myself right now and decided that I am going to use them wisely.

I think the last major post I wrote was about the camp out with other kindreds and pagans a few weeks back. I also expressed my feelings towards a certain individual and his views that he also wrote in an article. Now, I did want to quit all together being an initiate to the kindred but decided that person’s views, whatever they may be about ‘newbies’ is something that isn’t really hurting me but rather showing his true character.

Then there was the job interview. I nailed the phone and the first interview and made it to the second interview. I must have done or said something that made me completely BOMB it. I had plans that Friday to head out of town for the camping trip and made special arrangments so I could make the interview. WEEKS later I got a letter in the mail informing me that I didn’t get the job. This could’ve been summed up in an email or even a voicemail. I left the interview knowing that I didn’t get the job…it was a feeling which I completely nailed (always trust your instincts y’all). That night, heading out to the camping destination, not getting the job was the topic of most of my conversations. I felt like no one was going to EVER hire me until I got a FB message from a friend. He’s opening a tattoo shop and wanted to know if I wanted an apprenticeship. I nearly screamed everyone out of the car! I have always wanted to tattoo and he’s going to give me a chance to learn and become a tattoo artist. A dream I’ve had since I was young. I grew up in tattoo shops and my dad always said that I would make a great tattoo artist. I will need to figure out some scheduling issues but I’m all in!

I also have a friend. I know that sounds childish to say but she is awesome and from the kindred. She doesn’t judge and has been coming over to the house almost every weekend to hang out and paint. We talk and text. For those that have been reading my blog understand that I don’t have friends or like being sociable. Baby steps, right? We have been practicing acrylic pour paintings and I have even worked out a deal to have a gallery wall at the local coffee shop to see if any of them will sell. She’s a much needed positive influence that is also creative helping me to keep going.

And then there are my newest members of my family. The kids are growing up so fast and one already has one foot out the door. I never understood what empty nest meant until the kiddos started to plan their lives. I’m super happy for them but also incredibly sad because they aren’t going to need me anymore or have my watchful eye. UGH! So the ball python is Delphi. She isn’t eating for me yet and growing a little concerned but going to give it another week and try again. The other little guy is a leopard gecko which I think will also turn into a breeding project. I think it’s a male but need to wait for him to get a little older before I’m 100% sure. When I have his/her gender that’s when I’ll give it a name. He’s so fun to watch!

I think I’ve gotten all caught up on the MAJOR news in my life or what is important to me (that I can remember). I have massive emails to catch up on, editing and posting pictures, and writing. I didn’t exactly understand what the overtime was doing to my schedule but stolen moments can be utilized. My time is up for the night so happy Monday Y’all! This felt good 🙂

Weighing In on Weighing In: Week 56

It’s been over a year and I feel like a failure. I’ve gained this week but I understand that it’s because I’m my overtime at work and being tired. This week hasn’t been any better as you can see from my lack of posting. I have tons of pictures to edit and post plus what I would like to think awesome news but I just need to get through this week in one piece.

I pre-packed my lunch this morning and already refused a donut. Here goes nothing.

Happy Thursday Y’all!

Weighing In on Weighing In: Week 55

I know, I know. I haven’t been posting but believe me, there will be a bunch of my 365-day images posted and what I would think to be an awesome recap. I’ve been working overtime this week as Easter is this weekend. This means that my schedule is MORE than screwed up to the point that it has affected my eating habits. I haven’t even had a chance to be active. The ONLY thing I managed was to eat semi-healthy and not do much anything else but work and sleep. Oh, and the pizza.

 

Bear with me guys…I’m hoping to catch up this weekend.

Happy Friday!

A Heathen Learning Experience

When my family and I headed out with another kindred member for a two-hour road trip, we didn’t know what to think. The member that rode with us has stayed at the camp a couple times before so he was telling us about how much land there was and how it was donated for pagan groups to have a safe place to practice.

We arrived and it was exactly like I was hoping it would be. I only had one bar of reception which was enough for my girls to get a hold of me if needed. It was quiet, calm, and an overall relaxing experience. No, I didn’t get time to draw or anything and kept pretty busy. Now, with my social anxiety, I wasn’t prepared to go out and be a social butterfly but I did talk to people. Saturday, I made pancakes for everyone (I’m most at home in a kitchen) and made sure the kiddos had breakfast first. Other heathen believers from other kindreds came for the meeting and that’s when I learned (quickly) that there are people that look down on anyone including people that are trying to learn and follow the same path and beliefs as them.

Picture it, we are all sitting around the table, passing the horn and making introductions. I’m literally trying not to vomit on my boots. At the other end of the table is our host (the individual that donated his land for us and others to use) and sitting next to him are 3-4 men representing other kindreds. At first, their knowledge astounded me and made me realize that there is A LOT I need to learn. Then came the condescending tones and the group of men didn’t teach any of us ‘newbies’ anything to help us along our journey. One thing that frightened me a bit was the talk of organizing heathenry. That shook me a bit to the point it felt like history was repeating itself. I chose the heathen path BECAUSE it wasn’t an organized religion/belief. I admit that I would like to me more traditional in that way but not to the point where heathens need one leader and follow them. Then there was the discussion about enforcing accountability. I stood up and stepped away from the table. Enforcing accountability will lead to people not wanting to heathen and encourage hate.  I believe in my Gods and Goddesses and trust myself.

Then the article came out. One of the members from a visiting kindred that sat and drank and supped with us decided that he was going to write an article that was rather condescending. Now, it takes A LOT for me to speak in front of my own kindred but I felt utterly stupid reading what he had written and labeled me as a ‘newbie’ as if it was bad. Instead of imparting wisdom and some basic information he used us as guinea pigs for his article. He mentioned the men that were seated next to him that had the most knowledge but not one female. He also came across as one that is folkish or believes you need direct ancestry and lineage to follow the heathen way. The bloodline, HIS bloodline is all he really boasted about and gave off the vibe if anyone isn’t on his level of knowledge need to get their ass in gear but ONLY if they have the pedigree.

I know I made that sound all negative and that I didn’t have a great time but that was only a small part. He wrote an article (poorly written) with his opinions and STILL didn’t educate others. What I did learn and experience is a sense of community and bond between other people from different walks of life. I learned that we are all at different levels of our journey and it’s completely acceptable. This one guy taught me that there are others like him out there and it’s ok. They are going to be who they are and we can learn from them.

Sunday morning I was able to make everyone biscuits and gravy (southern style) and it felt great doing something I love and being able to share it with others. I was able to connect to other people including one person that understood me almost as well I do. Kids were kids and we even had a Scottish man playing guitar. Lots of laughs and learning bringing in an all in all great weekend.

This is just a mild recap as there is more to come about my week. Any heathens that have opinions I would like to hear from you. Any knowledge and advice you have pass it on.

Happy Thorsdagr Y’all!

 

Weighing In on Weighing In: Week 44

After this past weekend camping event with the kindred, I thought that I would have gained. There were junk food and all sorts of mead not to mention some stressful situations. According to my fitbit, I wasn’t as active as I should have been but in reality, I was more active. I have a lot to catch up on but we’re going to start with this week’s weigh-in.

I would’ve been happy with being the same weight. Hell, I would have been happy with even gaining a pound but to my surprise, I lost a pound. I’m home with my son as he had dental work done yesterday so more writing and possible painting will appear. Not to mention my 365-day project will be one photo purge once I get to editing.

Down a pound and hopefully more than one next week.

Happy Thursday Y’all!

 

A Quick Daily Study: Stanza 52

I have been running around like a mad woman trying to get everything packed for our heathen camping get together. I didn’t get to bed until late last night and I was up early full of nervous energy with my second interview this afternoon. After I’m done (hopefully with a job offer), I head home to finish packing the last minute cooler and we’re off. My goal is to come out of my shell and meet more likeminded people and get a little sketching done. I’ve been practicing on my phone posting my 365 Day photos and I think about have that nailed. Lots of nervous energy but it’s all for a good reason. To help calm myself a bit I thought I would read a stanza (here at work):

Pocket Version:

Something great is not always to be
given, praise is often for a trifle bought.
With half a loaf and tilted vessel I got
myself a comrade.

Again, this goes in hand with the last 3 stanzas advising about ‘fake’ friendships which can do more harm than good and ‘real’ friendship that both benefit and grow. The first line I mulled over for a bit and having a hard time with. What I think it’s implying is that friendly words are not always real and with unreal friendships that the favor is expected and entitled. The second line explains further that even though a friend may not have much to offer there’s a ‘real’ friendship there hiding in the imperfection.

Happy Friday Y’all!

Weighing In on Weighing In: Wk 43

Yesterday, as you may have read, I completely failed and had a turtle sundae. Oh my was it DELICIOUS! This week I did try buckling down. I didn’t indulge in too much at girls night last weekend and I’m going to work SUPER hard on packing a cooler full of healthy stuff that I can have while camping with fellow heathens.

This week I ate more fish and cooked chicken instead of processed lunch meat for sandwiches and my quick chili. This is late because I was late cooking fish for my lunch and now I’m quick writing here at work. I’m officially back down 25lbs! OK…23 more pounds to go.

 

A Quick Daily Study: Stanza 51

I have been in an awful state since this weekend. I barely take photos and write so I’m going to try and start back with my Havamal Study.

Pocket Havamal

Hotter than fire love for five days burns
between false friends; but is quenched
when the sixth day comes, and-
friendship is all impaired.

I’m not sure what the timeline significance means but it doesn’t go to 9 days which 9 is important in Norse beliefs. However, the stanza as a whole is something I’m sure that we can all relate too. With fake friends or basically, people that aren’t on your side the friendship can seem new and awesome in the beginning. But, over a short period of time, the friendship isn’t what it once was. No one is getting anything from it. Weight is also lifted off your shoulders when you no longer have to visit with them.

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