Just finished an exhilarating workout. 25 minutes on the rebounder, then 20 more on the treadmill. Then, of course 10 or more minutes doing Pilates-style exercises and stretches. So, the rest of the day will be doing some office work at home, calling my mother for our weekly chat, trying to stay compliant with my diet, and ending it with watching a recording of the Honda Golf Classic on TV with hubby. (Note to Paul: See? You do NOT lead a boring existence!! We all seem to have our own mundane ways of enjoying life.)

Yesterday I got out on my home golf course for the first time since last August. (I have been trying to nurse bad neck/shoulder/arm all fall and winter). I did pretty darn well for me, too. For my handicap, I shot a 68. Unfortunately in real numbers it was 97. But I haven’t broken 100 in well over a year, so I was pretty happy. Maybe the healing process will have taken the kink out of my game. It will be fun (and vexing) to play out the season. Be assured, you will hear all about it. There is no one more consumed than the avid golfer. I am glad that golfing is a recommended exercise for Type B’s.

I’m being very boring with the diet right now. I am not doing what I have promised myself. I am just plodding along – doing the same day in and day out. I am not losing the three pounds I gained during the holidays. I am not cutting down on my portions. The promise not to drink alcohol lasted all of four days.

I bought a used treadmill and it was delivered over the weekend. In combination with the rebounder, I did a mile on the treadmill both Saturday and Sunday. Monday and Tuesday, I have been nursing a sore knee. Ice packs and stretching. Ack!! Feels okay now, so will try again on the treadmill tomorrow. My Pilates instructor recommends what she calls “railroad arms” while working on the treadmill. Not, wiggling your hips and keeping your arms straight will keep your knees from being knocked out of shape.

I will try a new attitude again tomorrow. There is always a tomorrow.

Yeah, he’s a keeper. A well-meaning man, to be sure. Sometimes he just doesn’t quite get it. He tried a new recipe last night. We sometimes get tired of the just meat and vegetable routine. So, he goes into his lo-carb cookbook and comes up with a casserole. It called for sausage, so he very judiciously chose turkey sausage instead of pork because of my B diet. Then there was probably a pound of cheddar cheese (avoid) in it besides eggs and crème fresh and onions and some other things I’m not sure of. Well, I don’t know how many times we’ve had this turkey sausage and I react badly to it. And I have mentioned it to him each time I reacted badly to it. I don’t think it has sunk in yet. Therefore, I have ‘pizza eyes’ today and a couple pounds up from yesterday. All water. Oh well, ya gotta love him for trying!

This is too weird. I haven’t had any alcohol to drink since Sunday night. I am so wired. I really want to be tired, but I just keep going and going and going. Just like the Eveready Bunny. I am really used to a cocktail in the evening to relax. It is a habit, I admit, but I don’t think I’ve reached alcoholic stage yet. Rarely do I ever feel “buzzed” or drunk or wake up in the morning fuzzyheaded from it. But I would like to feel sleepy, if you please. I’m going to keep going with this for a few more days and see how it plays out. I’m not sure I can get through double-header Hockey Night in Canada on the TV Saturday night without a bourbon….but who knows, I might get used to this and like it.

And diet-wise I’m right on queue with it. In fact, my appetite is next to nil without the alcohol to stimulate it. I think I’ll try some alternate-nostril breathing tonight before bed to see if I can calm down enough for sleep.

Omigod, I’m not sure I should be baring my soul like this. Makes me feel naked in front of the world

Okay, I did weigh myself yesterday. And the news was not encouraging. It shows that I have been bouncing around those 3 extra pounds I gained during the holidays. And just maybe my set point is creeping up to that 3 pound level. I must do something drastic to stop the bleeding. And I’m not just going to talk about it!

What I have to do is to stop my nightly nip of bourbon until I get this under control. Alcohol stimulates the appetite, and then helps to break down your guard when it comes to temptations and second portions. I know this is the only way I’m going to get back in control.

Last night I sipped on cranberry juice sweetened with stevia and vegetable glycerin for my cocktail. It really tasted quite refreshing. I will keep the juices flowing.