Getting in shape …

Last fall, an online friend of mine told me he may be coming to Seattle to visit his daughter, and I told him I’d be happy to give him a tour while he’s here. He wants to see Pike Place Market (and the Gum Wall).

I hadn’t been to The Market for several years, so I took a little day trip to see if things had changed at all. After a couple of hours walking on the uneven concrete floors, every muscle and joint in my body ached. Especially my arthritic hip. I could barely get out of bed the next day. I ached for almost a week, and I realized I’d make a lousy tour guide if I couldn’t even walk for a couple of hours.

I decided to join the local YMCA so I could workout with their weight training machines and maybe take some exercise classes. I chatted with my doctor about what I should be careful of, and was told to start with the weights set so light, it just barely feels like lifting. And then to work up gradually and slowly to heavier weights.

So I began my three times per week workout routine. I felt like the wimp of the gym with my weights set at the lowest settings, but I didn’t want to do further damage to my hip, so I followed my doc’s instructions carefully.

Long story short, I began my fitness routine in early October, and now it’s mid-March. I’ve upped my weights to the weight level used by most of the women my age at the gym. I rarely have hip pain anymore. I’m able to walk for a mile at a time (I previously had days when I could barely walk across the living room!). And I’ve lost 30 pounds. I feel like a new woman!

Now that Spring is here, I’m going to make a trip to The Market again and see if I can endure walking there now, basically repeating the steps of that earlier painful trip. I’m excited to think that maybe I can act as a tour guide for my friend after all!

For a number of years, I’ve regularly gone up to Green River Community College to walk their trails. In all my time going there, I’ve never been able to make it all the way down the hill to the river due to severe hip and knee pain. Sunday … I walked … all the way … to the river … for the first time … EVER!

I also successfully made it back up the hill, which might be an even bigger accomplishment.

Working out at the gym and walking this winter has worked wonders on my hip. I’m sort of in shock that I finally got to see the river.

A friend of mine who’s been following my progress on Facebook told me that she now feels more motivation to follow through with PT and exercise following knee surgery. She knows how I was walking with a cane two years ago, but now I’m walking trails to the river.

It was exciting to be told I was an inspiration to someone else. Made my day.

Later, gators.  🙂



Two of my favorite things …

This charm bracelet was given to me by a friend last week unexpectedly.  Yes, it’s Doctor Who themed.  Yes, it makes me smile.  Yes, smiling is a good thing.  🙂


And here’s my new TARDIS umbrella that makes me smile every time I use it.  And it gives other Whovians the ability to identify me as “one of them” so we can exchange knowing smiles.  Maybe there should be a secret Whovian handshake?


Still not sure about direction of this blog

You’re all going to start thinking I’m the flakiest blogger on the planet.  I think it’s partly fear that keeps me from deciding on which way to go and what the future will look like for my online life.  I think this post will be a collection of Facebook musings from my personal Facebook account.  I don’t really use any of my Fan Pages anymore, so if you thought you’ve been missing posts, no worries.  No posts = nothing to miss.  🙂

So much has happened since I used to blog regularly.  So much has changed.  I’m honestly not the same person I was two years ago.  I don’t know how to bridge the gap between “before” and “after” without making myself more vulnerable than I feel comfortable with at the moment.   Can we just say, “Hang on for the ride, folks, things might get a bit dizzy or unsettling at times”?

I have started keeping a little notebook that I carry in my purse to write down ideas as they come to me.  Ideas for this blog, but also ideas for articles, books, poetry, crafts, home maintenance, recipes, thoughts, topics to talk with my therapist about, things to tell my friends when I see them next, etc.  Rather than trying to overthink this blog, I may just start randomly choosing a topic from my notebook that speaks to me in the moment.

Thanks for sticking with me through this transition.  If you think this is disjointed and crazy, you should see my life.  🙂

Okay.  On with the current round of Facebook Tales:

  1. So I had my car detailed, inside and out this week. The first morning after the detailing, a bird had somehow pooped on the back of the car while it was parked in my carport. And we’re talking a MAJOR poop, here. Those darn random pooping birds. Evidently they’re why I can’t have nice things.
  2. IN HONOR OF GRANDMA — Every mid-morning and mid-afternoon, my grandmother would sit at the kitchen table with a cup of tea and a cookie. I started giving her boxes of fancy teas for her birthday each year. One day she asked me, “Why do you give me tea all the time?” I told her it was because she loved tea so much, and she laughed and said, “I only drink Red Rose. I don’t like any other teas.” She had been regifting the gourmet teas from me for years.
  3. I was going to clean my kitchen today. And clean the fridge. And mop the kitchen floor. Instead, I’ve been sitting on the couch watching cat videos. Hey, it’s cold and snowy. That’s my excuse. (Although it’s not snowing in my kitchen, but that’s completely beside the point.)
  4. A Day in the Life of a Middle Aged Whovian – Package comes in the mail. How cute! A charm bracelet. I love charm bracelets. Let’s take a look and see what charms are on it. A TARDIS?! SQUEE! (Okay, I think I see already where this is going.) Bad Wolf? Squee! Two hearts! Squee! Clock face! Squee again. An electric guitar! Double Squee! A rose! An angel! Stopping briefly to catch breath. A sonic screwdriver!! Squee! A severed hand! 🙂 Now out of breath and smiling so much, my cheeks ache.  Made my day. Always nice when someone acknowledges and supports my Doctor Who obsession.
  5. Drat. My cat, Friday, has discovered he likes my new water filter. Within seconds of putting my glass of filtered water down on the coffee table, he had his head in the glass drinking. Guess I’m going to have to use covered cups now. I don’t blame him, though. The filtered water is GOOD.
  6. I am so easily amused. I was just playing with the predictive text on my phone and laughed so hard at the message it gave me. “I am part of the bathroom window so probably best for everyone if I don’t want to sit by myself.” Yeah, probably for the best.
  7. I was just looking at my Wish List on Amazon and I think it looks like the Wish List of a Middle Schooler. Chewing gum, CDs, Toys, Doctor Who, Star Wars.
  8. The second subscription box of cat toys and treats arrived today. Super cute transportation-themed toys. Taxi, sailboat, helicopter, anchor. Do the kitties care about the delightfully themed toys? Of course not. The only “theme” they like is paper. Paper boxes. Paper wrapping. They sniffed each toy, sniffed the dried salmon treats, and ended up fighting over the box again. My cats are in a rut. (I really do think the toys are adorable, though, even if they aren’t play-worthy.)
  9. I just thought I’d found the secret to getting the cats to play with the toys. I put the toys in the box! Pye ran right over and I thought it was successful. I watched him patiently pick up each toy and set it outside of the box. After the box was empty of toys, he went on about his business and lost interest in the toys. I get the message. Toys must NOT be in the special box. 
  10. A Facebook quiz said my celebrity Valentine this year is Jamie Dornan.  Oh, dear.  Um …  50 Shades of Nope.
  11. I ran out of Sticky Notes.  How will I remember to buy Sticky Notes without any Sticky Notes to remind me to buy Sticky Notes?
  12. Pye was playing with the bunny. Suddenly the noise level increased and it sounded like elephants running around my dining room. I was about to holler at Pye to calm down and not be so rough with the bunny … but when I looked up, it was the tiny bunny chasing the cat. Oh. Never mind. Carry on.

Maybe next time when I post — hopefully sooner rather than later — I’ll have something worthwhile to say.  Or not.  Whatever.  I’m going to lose readers, aren’t I?  “My goodness, this Debi is a flaky one.  I hope it’s not contagious.”

Not you. Talking to myself.



Cat Tales

While I was walking in the cold sunshine yesterday, I had a thought about what I wanted to share on here.  I mulled it over the entire time I was walking.  By the time I got home — after stopping by the store, washing the car, and trying to figure out where so much junk comes from that ends up in my car — I’d completely forgotten what I was going to write about.  As my mom used to say about herself, “I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached.”  What can I say?  I’m my mother’s daughter.

In honor of the current forgotten topic, I thought I’d share a sampling of things my kitties have done recently.  If you want to know me — the real me — you need to be aware I have three cats and two bunnies.  I have been fighting to accept myself in spite of the inner critic who tells me it’s wrong to love my pets.  Love brings light and happiness into dark times.  If I want to care deeply for my furbabies?  So be it.  If people call me a Crazy Cat Lady?  So what.  They’re not completely wrong.  And just so you know, I don’t have a dog but only because my youngest daughter is horribly allergic.  I’m an animal lover in general, not strictly a cat collector.  🙂

Here is the first edition of Cat Tales.  And hopefully next time when I sit down to write, I’ll remember what I was going to say.  Otherwise, the next post may be Bunny Tales.

  1. So I decided to try one of those services that send you a box of goodies for your pet once a month. The first box arrived yesterday. Really great toys, high quality, the cats love them. But the favorite toy of all, loved by all three cats? Yeah, you probably see where this is going. The box. All three want to sit in it and sleep in it and take their baths in it. But it only fits one at a time, so while one is doing his or her bathing/sitting/sleeping, the other two are doing their glaring. Undecided whether I’ll keep the service or not. I have boxes. A friend suggested I keep it going for 3 months so they can each have their own special box.  Actually not a bad idea.  🙂
  2. Got a new Blue-tooth speaker so I can listen to my phone’s access to Amazon Music. When the speaker came on today, Pye (“Pyewacket”) ran over to the speaker and looked so excited. I swear he thought Ed Sheeran was about to come out of the little box and play.  Later when I played the same song, the other two cats responded the same way.  Does that mean they all like Ed Sheeran, or does he get their attention because they don’t like him? Inquiring minds want to know.
  3. Friday jumped onto the coffeetable the other day and started licking the ice cubes in my glass. His face — when he realized it was cranberry-flavored Sprite and not ice water — was priceless.
  4. I’m thinking seriously about buying a remote control Star Wars BB-8 droid because I think my cats would love it. I may have just crossed over into the Official Nerdy Cat Lady Zone.
  5. Other than the typical birds and mice (and one rat), these are some of the gifts my cats have brought me over the years at this house:
    — Uncountable dry leaves
    — Many earthworms (alive)
    — A goldfish (alive)
    — Several snakes (alive)
    — Troll doll
    — Child’s plastic play ball
    — A Barbie
    — A mitten
    — Stray cats
    — Stray bunnies (alive)
    — Pine cones
    — Christmas ornaments
    — Troll keychain
    — Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer keychain
    — Numerous dog toys
    — Small teddy bear
    — A rubber chicken

Photos to introduce my babies.

Friday caught in the act of stealing a Troll doll:

Velma watching Giraffe Cam:

Pye (Pyewacket) when he was about 4 months old.  He’s a grown up cat now, but still thinks he’s the baby.  He was named after the cat in the Jimmy Stewart/Kim Novak movie, Bell, Book, and Candle (people always ask):

Still thinking about this blog

I’m still not certain what I want to do with this blog. Other times when I’ve blogged, I had very specific ideas about what I wanted it to be, what I wanted to share. Basically I knew the mission for the blog. This time it’s very different. I feel sort of like I’m wandering aimlessly. But don’t they say that all who wander are not lost? I think the wanderers are probably just trying to find coffee. But I digress. 🙂

Today I was walking the trail around the ball fields at the YMCA where I workout several times a week. If it’s not raining, after my workout I cool down by walking the trail. It’s not a very interesting walk, but it has become almost a time of meditation. Walking. Walking. Walking. Breathing. Watching the clouds. Feeling the sun on my face (rarely during winter days in the Seattle area, but much appreciated when it happens). My walk has become my thinking space and a time to practice mindfully taking one moment, one step, at a time.  (The photo is the view of Mount Rainier from my walk.)

All that to say, I think I want this blog to be a thinking space and a time for me to take one moment at a time. I’m torn about this idea of having this blog being something I do mainly for my own benefit. I’m so used to writing and speaking and teaching in order to meet the needs of others. To help them simplify their lives. To encourage them to find joy and meaning in their roles as parents, spouses, home educators, co-workers, bosses. I had a purpose. My books and blogs and articles had a purpose. Writing for my own purposes sounds self-centered after so many years spent writing for the sake of others.

What if nobody wants to read my musings here? Will I be okay with only a small audience following along and reading now and then? I don’t know. But I think by asking these questions and acknowledging my uncertainties and reservations about this undertaking, I may have taken the biggest step toward actually following through and doing it. I want to let go of my expectations and my critical inner voice. I want to trust in the process and not worry about the finished product. I want to practice healthy choices and self-care. Physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually, and even environmentally. I want to be brave enough to not worry what people will think. To not be frozen into inaction by fears of what others may do or say. To be brave enough to share me. The new me. The me who’s in progress. The me who’s uncertain, afraid, insecure, questioning, exploring, dreaming, living.

I had planned to sit down and write about how I started working out regularly, but side-tracked myself with musings about this blog and its future direction. Tomorrow I may write about the gym. I’ve been told it’s an inspiring story. It doesn’t feel inspiring to me, but I am proud of myself for sticking with it. And losing 25 pounds in two months, too! 🙂

Stay tuned ….