Ooooooo. How long has it been since I updated? Too long. Way to long.
The speakers on our computer died, so unfortunately, I have had to put my learning Arabic on hold. :(
Everything else hasn't slowed down. Um...what have I done? Oh, my mind is whirling, where to start, so much to catch ppl up on.
Um, first, I'm dating again. I had stopped for a few years because I gave up on finding a life-long mate. I have a new approach: have fun. I think I was a little too pushy before. I'm more laid back, now.
Second, I have started writing again. An original novel, plus a fan fiction series. (Star Trek/Buffy/Resident Evil - yep, I'm a nerd).
Went and watch the new Resident Evil. I love it! I think the movies are just as awesome as the games. I personally love Alice, and I was angry when the movies came out that they didn't have the original people in it, but then I found out how much it cost to even have one original RE character from the games over. Well, I knew it was selfish of me (and the rest of the fans) to demand original game characters. I grew up and took it like a true fan - enjoy the movies, and not whine about how my fave character didn't make it in - unless, of course, I was willing to pony up the money. (Rebecca's my fave, by the way. *Sniff*. She isn't even in the rest of the games! Ahhh *wail* Okay, I'm better.)
Ummmm.
Sewing again. Maybe I'll finish that teddy bear for my sister I promised her a few years ago?
Stopped exercising. Maybe I should start again.
My new place is almost finished. I can move in soon! Yippee!
Love everyone who comes along to the blog!
Anna
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Brownies
Well, I think I'm bored with my life right now. Seriously.
Tash wants me to bake her some brownies, so I have that to look forward to. Yayness ^^ I make them with Fry's cocoa. I've never tried anything else. Maybe I should? Just to shake things up?
Everything I write turns out to be crap, except for fan fiction stuff. How lame is that? Or maybe I just don't like my ideas. (I whine whine whine)
I think I'll go listen to Korean Music. Girl Generation! They are the best. Put them on and make me brownies.
Tash wants me to bake her some brownies, so I have that to look forward to. Yayness ^^ I make them with Fry's cocoa. I've never tried anything else. Maybe I should? Just to shake things up?
Everything I write turns out to be crap, except for fan fiction stuff. How lame is that? Or maybe I just don't like my ideas. (I whine whine whine)
I think I'll go listen to Korean Music. Girl Generation! They are the best. Put them on and make me brownies.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Just Updating
I haven't wrote anything in a long while, so here I am. My fanfiction.net has finally been updated. Instead of one story, its two. Ooooo. Also, I changed my name form Cadao.Osperus to plain old Osperus. I like the name. Means pickled fish.
Yum.
Actually, not really. I just like the word.
Getting back into my exercise routine. I was a size 22 in the beginning of this year. Now I'm a sixteen. My aim is size six. I'm getting there!
Moi
Yum.
Actually, not really. I just like the word.
Getting back into my exercise routine. I was a size 22 in the beginning of this year. Now I'm a sixteen. My aim is size six. I'm getting there!
Moi
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
We all struggle with something in our lives. I believe we struggle with a mountain of things others probably don't even notice. Well, here are two things I struggle with: my heart and my weight.
For the majority of my life I could not exercise because of my heart, and so I became quite obese despite eating healthy. I was eating too much for someone who did too little (and was very small), and I tried my best not to eat. I thought the less I ate, the better I was going to be. Well, a few years ago I hit size 22. I don't do scales or pounds, so I don't know how much I weighed, but if you want to guess it I am 4 foot 11.
The reason I don't do pounds is I know someone who is an athlete will weigh the same or more than someone who is just fatty. The athlete has more muscle, and muscle weighs more than fat. Or at least, that is my understanding.
But this post is not suppose to be about facts regarding weight management, and how much one person weighs compared to another. That isn't important here. What is important, is that when I reached that size, I was told by my doctor my heart had finally healed from the trauma it had endured when I was four. Actually, he told me it was healthier than most people at my age! Can you imagine my surprise? I wasn't very active and I was told constantly that if you just lazed around then you're going to die young.
Which isn't necessarily true, but it is no contest on who has a better life - the ones who take care of themselves or the ones who don't? Of course, there are exceptions to every rule. I guess I was one of them in the health department, though I can tell you my life wasn't very fun. I had always wanted to run, or even walk quickly.
My doctor then told me something I didn't even know. I could have children. My heart would have gave out by the third trimester, and both me and child would have died. He thought I had known this since he told my mother, but she didn't tell me or my Dad, or anyone! It was good news, for sure, I just didn't know it was an issue.
So that was a really good thing to hear. If my body could go through pregnancy than I could begin working out, right? I could lose my inches, and finally be a size 6!
Unfortunately, you cannot combat 14 years of being told you cannot stress your heart by suddenly saying you can stress it out.
I tried in vain to begin an exercise program for the past three or four years. (I can't remember the last time I saw the heart specialist.) I would quit everytime I began since I tried to do far to much. For about a week I would do situps, pushups, and walking every day. Then I would stop because I was afraid my heart would give out. I knew the doctor had told me I could, but I was terrified of it stopping. I was frightened throughout my childhood that the stupid thing would quit while I was sleeping, forget when it was working really hard! I also quit because doing all that everyday when you hadn't done anything is extremely tiring. That is why you do it three times a week at the most. Walking you can do everyday.
I ended up in the hospital with the flue last year. I was told it was the regular flue, and I really had nothing to worry about from that. BUT, they kept me for almost a week. And it wasn't because of the flue. It was because I was so dehydrated, they put me on IV. It pumped water and salt into me constantly. I also had a dangerously low amount of, well, everything. Crash course!
This was a wake-up call for me. I had to shape up. I spent my whole life limiting what I ate and drank so I could be healthy. Now I was dangerously close to dying from doing so. Even though they were giving me so much, I had to drink, drink, drink. At first I drank only a little and the pickline did most of it. But as the week wore on I drank more and they slowly brought down the IV's amount it was giving me. It also had the unintentional side effect of giving me more exercise, as I had to run to the bathroom. I almost gave up right then, thinking, 'how can people live like this?!'. I was used to going to the washroom rarely.
When I got home I began small. I drank more. That was it. Then I slowly increased my food intake.
Two months ago I began to exercise. Nothing drastic. I walked up and down our driveway once a day. We live in the country, so this was a five minute walk. Not much.
But I steadily lengthened the walk. One round up and down the driveway, then two. Now I walk to the corner of the block and back to the house - a twenty minute walk, twice a day. Last month I added stretches to the mix, something I should have done at the get-go but I had what my dad calls a brain fart - you knew it should be done but it didn't occur to you that you should do it.
I was a size 22 when this year started. I was a size 22 two months ago. But today I am a size 18, a size I hadn't been since I was 18. I am now 23.
If you take anything from this post, I hope you take this : it is not too late to change something you thought you could never change. I thought I was to die very young from my heart. I feared I wouldn't see my late teens. No one had said this, I had just assumed. After all, how far can someone go if they can't even walk fast without fear of their heart failing? Now look at what I am doing!
I am losing my inches. But best of all, my heart is going to be stronger than it was. I plan on living a long time.
For the majority of my life I could not exercise because of my heart, and so I became quite obese despite eating healthy. I was eating too much for someone who did too little (and was very small), and I tried my best not to eat. I thought the less I ate, the better I was going to be. Well, a few years ago I hit size 22. I don't do scales or pounds, so I don't know how much I weighed, but if you want to guess it I am 4 foot 11.
The reason I don't do pounds is I know someone who is an athlete will weigh the same or more than someone who is just fatty. The athlete has more muscle, and muscle weighs more than fat. Or at least, that is my understanding.
But this post is not suppose to be about facts regarding weight management, and how much one person weighs compared to another. That isn't important here. What is important, is that when I reached that size, I was told by my doctor my heart had finally healed from the trauma it had endured when I was four. Actually, he told me it was healthier than most people at my age! Can you imagine my surprise? I wasn't very active and I was told constantly that if you just lazed around then you're going to die young.
Which isn't necessarily true, but it is no contest on who has a better life - the ones who take care of themselves or the ones who don't? Of course, there are exceptions to every rule. I guess I was one of them in the health department, though I can tell you my life wasn't very fun. I had always wanted to run, or even walk quickly.
My doctor then told me something I didn't even know. I could have children. My heart would have gave out by the third trimester, and both me and child would have died. He thought I had known this since he told my mother, but she didn't tell me or my Dad, or anyone! It was good news, for sure, I just didn't know it was an issue.
So that was a really good thing to hear. If my body could go through pregnancy than I could begin working out, right? I could lose my inches, and finally be a size 6!
Unfortunately, you cannot combat 14 years of being told you cannot stress your heart by suddenly saying you can stress it out.
I tried in vain to begin an exercise program for the past three or four years. (I can't remember the last time I saw the heart specialist.) I would quit everytime I began since I tried to do far to much. For about a week I would do situps, pushups, and walking every day. Then I would stop because I was afraid my heart would give out. I knew the doctor had told me I could, but I was terrified of it stopping. I was frightened throughout my childhood that the stupid thing would quit while I was sleeping, forget when it was working really hard! I also quit because doing all that everyday when you hadn't done anything is extremely tiring. That is why you do it three times a week at the most. Walking you can do everyday.
I ended up in the hospital with the flue last year. I was told it was the regular flue, and I really had nothing to worry about from that. BUT, they kept me for almost a week. And it wasn't because of the flue. It was because I was so dehydrated, they put me on IV. It pumped water and salt into me constantly. I also had a dangerously low amount of, well, everything. Crash course!
This was a wake-up call for me. I had to shape up. I spent my whole life limiting what I ate and drank so I could be healthy. Now I was dangerously close to dying from doing so. Even though they were giving me so much, I had to drink, drink, drink. At first I drank only a little and the pickline did most of it. But as the week wore on I drank more and they slowly brought down the IV's amount it was giving me. It also had the unintentional side effect of giving me more exercise, as I had to run to the bathroom. I almost gave up right then, thinking, 'how can people live like this?!'. I was used to going to the washroom rarely.
When I got home I began small. I drank more. That was it. Then I slowly increased my food intake.
Two months ago I began to exercise. Nothing drastic. I walked up and down our driveway once a day. We live in the country, so this was a five minute walk. Not much.
But I steadily lengthened the walk. One round up and down the driveway, then two. Now I walk to the corner of the block and back to the house - a twenty minute walk, twice a day. Last month I added stretches to the mix, something I should have done at the get-go but I had what my dad calls a brain fart - you knew it should be done but it didn't occur to you that you should do it.
I was a size 22 when this year started. I was a size 22 two months ago. But today I am a size 18, a size I hadn't been since I was 18. I am now 23.
If you take anything from this post, I hope you take this : it is not too late to change something you thought you could never change. I thought I was to die very young from my heart. I feared I wouldn't see my late teens. No one had said this, I had just assumed. After all, how far can someone go if they can't even walk fast without fear of their heart failing? Now look at what I am doing!
I am losing my inches. But best of all, my heart is going to be stronger than it was. I plan on living a long time.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Noir Died
If you've come across Our Mosaic before, then you know we have tons of the felines. We may gripe about them from time to time, and it is true we are looking for homes for them.
Yesterday we lost one.
His name was Noir, and he was gentle, quiet, and very much kept to himself. Another cat had gone after him, biting him on the legs, tail and balls. We don't know why. Noir was the oddest cat we had - he never fought, and the only time he got up in someone's face was to purr. Perhaps yet another cat was dropped off and didn't like him getting close. I don't think any of the other cats would have done this to him, not without an actual fight. He had no defensive wounds. None of the other cats had any new wounds. (I say new because Dante likes to get into fights with Teal'C.). It seems to me he only got injured while running away.
We called the vet but was told there was nothing to do except keep him warm and hope he pulls through.
We did as the vet told us to. We cleaned his wounds, wrapped him in a warm towel, and kept him inside. He didn't move much, and he didn't lose a lot of blood, at least not in the house. We've looked for the fight area, but we have yet to find it. We can't find any blood and it doesn't look like he dragged himself.
So we don't understand. Why was he injured? It doesn't make sense.
Yesterday we lost one.
His name was Noir, and he was gentle, quiet, and very much kept to himself. Another cat had gone after him, biting him on the legs, tail and balls. We don't know why. Noir was the oddest cat we had - he never fought, and the only time he got up in someone's face was to purr. Perhaps yet another cat was dropped off and didn't like him getting close. I don't think any of the other cats would have done this to him, not without an actual fight. He had no defensive wounds. None of the other cats had any new wounds. (I say new because Dante likes to get into fights with Teal'C.). It seems to me he only got injured while running away.
We called the vet but was told there was nothing to do except keep him warm and hope he pulls through.
We did as the vet told us to. We cleaned his wounds, wrapped him in a warm towel, and kept him inside. He didn't move much, and he didn't lose a lot of blood, at least not in the house. We've looked for the fight area, but we have yet to find it. We can't find any blood and it doesn't look like he dragged himself.
So we don't understand. Why was he injured? It doesn't make sense.
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