On a sad note…
I was SO sad about this; my little (the Dove’s) egg did hatch and I was so excited to the see the little one! At the time I saw the newborn (hatchee) the parent, this time the father’s watch was not on the egg for a few brief seconds. He flew away and came right back. While pappa was gone I saw the little one right there, alone, he flew back and then; this:
I guess that “I” was part of this family and process since from the laying of the egg to the hatching, I have been literally at arm’s length from this nest. This adult bird KNEW that I was taking photos and videos. He knew he wanted to get back on top of the little one to protect him but he waited for me to take my pictures and even posed… Doesn’t he look like he knows he’s getting his photo taken?
(where the nest was… literally that close and I had the window open most of the time)
It’s unusual I suppose for them to nest so close to humans.. but I guess mamma noticed that after she laid the egg so .. it was was it was and she and pappa would have to tolerate me.
This little guy was SO tiny and SO cute. It moved its tiny little wing just barely and again, it was so cute!!!
Sadly, as I feared — I almost knew it and when I thought about seeing the little fuzzy guy when I got home, I kept thinking… I hope the Raven’s don’t get this chick. They took the 2nd egg as it is, they’ve been circling the area since she laid the egg, and so on. And so… when I pulled up in my driveway there was broken geranium stems on the ground and the pot had fallen from the ledge. Obviously there was a bird fight because all the flowers from the geraniums were gone. The strangest thing; if the ravens wanted the baby then they forgot to get it. I found it’s little lifeless body in the dirt. I was SO upset. Actually, I still am.
On the brighter side of this story; if there is one, there is a nest full of sparrows under the eves in my front courtyard. I saw their little heads popping up and down but I’d have to get onto a ladder to see them … and, probably fall of the ladder and break another foot, or arm or my head. Besides, I wasn’t bonding with those eggs.
On a happier note…
In my last post I wrote that I hoped to see 40-lbs lost at my weigh-in last Saturday April 27th. Well, I DID! And, this is me in those jeans I spoke of; the ones from Chico’s that no longer fit. I wore these over my workout leggings to show my Trainer my success. His big black face turned all big white eyes and he was nothing but big smiling white teeth and eyes. He was so happy and even shocked. He said to me; “This makes my day today complete“!
This is the photo he took 2-weeks ago from his cubicle.
…and I took another one today because I didn’t think the first one quite showed the changes as well (lighting) and I wanted to take a photo without leggings on underneath. If the top looks weird, that’s just because I folded it up to show my tummy!
In this new photo — I saw two new things that I haven’t seen yet. Not abs, nor do I want or need sculpted abs anyway, but I saw definition on the side. I also saw much narrower arms. Of course, it’s rather possible that I am smaller now than on the 27th. LOL. I am however, 7.5-inches smaller in my middle, 2.5-inches smaller each leg and each bicep. 5-inches smaller in the chest and 2-inches smaller in the neck! And 41.5-lbs lighter!
Training and food
I’m struggling on this topic. [It must be that] I feel that if I can’t do my power-walking and I can’t do any even close to intense working out then I won’t be losing weight. But I go to the gym anyway and I’m sure to go during hours that I know my trainer is there — I need him to SEE me there, even though I know he checks up on my attendance anyway. Still, riding the recumbent bike at level 1 is far from challenging and motivating, although it IS very enjoyable to sit there and listen to great music and watch all the crazy things that people do on the TRX (trapez as I call it sometimes because that’s where all the boy monkey’s play. Those guys, they do anything to show off. I tried to get some photos of guys hanging upside down or curled up on the TRX, but with little luck thus far on the photo taking.
My trainer does most of his training here at the TRX station and the bikes are front row seats to this show! On the right is a guy in a green shirt. I was trying to capture him because he was doing all kinds of acrobatics!
But, enjoying a nice 75-minute cycle ride is hardly helping with my weight loss efforts.
Or so I thought! The end result as of 3/27’s weigh-in and measuring, this turns out to not be the case. I had lost almost 4-lbs, and the change in my stomach and legs was astounding. The greatest losses during this transformation, yet.
So anyway, I’m half way to my goal weight which still seems inconceivable. But so did 41-lbs so … there I have it! Still, the halfway point will show a tremendous physical change and it’s teasing me into thinking I am done with the program and that I am at an acceptable weight. And.. that this gives me license to go outside of the boundaries. Food is the worst. I’m not eating enough vegetables, skipping meals and albeit small amounts of things that are not on the list.
I think even my trainer senses this … And he is riding me hard! HARD. On Thursday he asked me what I had eaten that day. I recited what I had eaten (fortunately all things on this list) and he said, and… and I said, ‘that’s all so far. (it was 7:00 PM). He said in a parental tone: Well you are no longer sending me photos of what you eat so I guess I have to believe you???
So I started sending photos again but it’s hard (to) when you have eaten something you are not supposed to. And that my friends — is what will keep me (get me) back on track!!! Also, when we train this Tuesday I will promise myself to try to get ZEN during the workouts. I have to. He’s working me hard and he doesn’t want to see that it’s hard. Doing a 2.5-minute plank (on knees because of foot) was so hard. I kept telling myself… get zen, you can do this… don’t let him see you suffer…. but when the body starts shaking … and he FINALLY starts counting down: 19, 18, 17… well jeez… at least I finally knew how much longer!
We did those twice. NO. He had ME do those twice.
Gee.. that girl almost looks like me — face and hair maybe the rest of her too but my stomach isn’t that firm yet. It’s not.
And speaking of feet…
Hoping to ditch this after my Orthopedic (surgeon, of all things) appt. this Thursday!