How to update subscription preferences (155)

Happy Tuesday! (Well, by the time you read this it’ll be Wednesday).

Thanks to dummyhead hackers/malware/template/upgrades/the universe/my pants, today I lost literally dozens of comments (yours and mine. I respond to most of them) and hours of work on posts in the aftermath (deep breaths, Jamie. Deep breaths). Thanks for your patience while these crazy site issues are being sorted out. I appreciate all of your emails, comments, and messages!

Now, let’s talk about changing your email preferences.

Even I can fill up even my own inbox (I subscribe to my own posts so I can ensure things are working smoothly), and I prefer one daily email with all of the links. Don’t we all?

Luckily, the plug-in I’m using makes that really easy.

To subscribe, first type your email in the right sidebar:

Once you subscribe, the text will alert you to check your emails.

 To change your email preferences, simply click the link at the bottom of the email you receive. Change preferences to “daily email” (or even weekly, but then you might miss me. A little). Save your preferences.

I can’t change those for you because it’s important that you have complete privacy and dominion over your information. And on the internet, isn’t that kind of important?

Now on to how I’ve been doing with my weight loss and continued sussing out of foods to which I’m intolerant or allergic to… Be sure to do your thing. I am thrilled share my progress and thoughts, but I’m not the person you should necessarily look to for dieting advice (I’m not a paid nosh-a-titian). Be sure to subscribe for updates by adding your email right (in the sidebar) or through Feedburner in the title bar up top. You can also click the tab up top that says Mid-Year Resolution for regular updates.

Tuesday, January 29

I ate this:
Breakfast: Skipped. I had Taco Star yesterday and ate the whole thing. I am still full.
Lunch: This new soup recipe I’m working on. Today I was the soup whimperer (it’s like whisperer only with more salty, salty tears of web-derived angst. A little like a sad clown who doesn’t eat people. I think that’s an important distinction to make. I draw the line at eating people, even if they’re in soup).
Snack: More soup. It’s just so good.
Dinner: More soup. It’s filled with deliciousness. And no hackers.
Snack: Carbmaster Yogurt + Watermelon seeds

Exercise: 2 hours at the treadmill desk at 1 mile per hour.

Notes: I am using the treadmill desk again. I need to get those large twitch muscles moving, and it helps me focus to exercise (even at a really slow pace) while I walk. While I’m slightly bummed at burning less calories for the same amount of work, I’m really excited that I made 2 hours without even really thinking about it.

What I learned:

I have learned that sometimes it’s okay to move on.

You see, for years, I owned a Schwinn Airdyne bike. I loved that bike. I had it for 20 years.

With that bike, I burned tens of thousands of calories, got into tip-top shape to deliver four children naturally, and gave myself a sense of purpose in the three different places we moved to and brought that bike along. The bike has been to Washington, Oregon, and then, finally, to Texas. And it never once left the living room.

Eventually, when we moved from Texas, I said goodbye to my old friend Schwinn, as we moved into a much smaller house in Denver, Colorado.

By the time I bought my new Schwinn (I missed mine), I had already became accustomed to my treadmill. Then, recently, I became used to working at my treadmill desk and loving the multi-tasking element of working my legs and my brain simultaneously. Now I don’t use the bike. And the Schwinn takes up space. And I’m left with the guilt of having spent a small fortune on an amazing piece of exercise equipment which is now relegated to trying to break my toe or bruise my hip every time I rush in or out of the room.

I am selling it to a local girl who has an autoimmune disease and who can’t visit the gym to work out.

Knowing it will help someone else achieve health makes me really happy. And for that knowledge, I can let my old friend go with less guilt for having not done more to establish its purpose for being.