I need a break....not from weight loss, from life.
Today, after I pick my oldest up from school, I am going to drop her off at home and go spend some time relaxing and enjoying myself.
Barnes and nobles, here I come. A good cup of coffee....a nice romance novel.
I am just flat out tired.
I have been going for seven months now and need some time to relax. So I won't be blogging later.
Hope you guys have a great night.
bye bye,
your burnt out blogger.
chris
12.14.2009
12.13.2009
wally world is wild...and a nsv.
Hey all,
I had a long and interesting day. I took the kids shopping at walmart.
I had to buy a few things, most especially for my nephew. I bought him two outfits and a toy.
I bought him some wooden blocks with the alphabet on them. It was fun to shop for a little one again.
I got home and got ready for the gym.
I did 45 minutes on Christian and burned 450 calories...my heart rate has been much lower on this machine than it used to be. I was clocking in at 120-123 bpm. Target fat burning zone.
I spent another 30 minutes on the dreadmill. I plodded out 1.5 miles at an average 3.0 mph and a 2.0 incline. I burned 151 calories...mostly because of some faster intervals I threw in.
I hate the treadmill.
I would rather walk outside or do the elliptical.
I don't know why, but with the elliptical you can feel the burn and the intervals are quicker and harder. I know I could run, but don't want to just yet...Right now I do arnold four days and christian and walking two days. I want four hard higher target heart rate zones and then two long, low and slow workouts. My next official weigh in is on December 18th. I really do wonder what I'll clock in at. It should be interesting.
I need some excitement.
Now I am going to write about a personal victory for me tonight.
This is not to trash my husband...but as we all know we all have our 'moods'.
His frequently occur just prior to departing for work. He is never together and demands everyone find everything.
This is usually fine, when Tom isn't knocking.
But he is....and I wasn't much in the mood to be condescended to.
(never end a sentence with a preposition.)
So, He can't find his tie, and he has to leave in five minutes.
I said, "oh, I think I know where your striped tie is..."
So I go to look for it..and he yells up..."For the last time (!!!???or what???!!!)...on Fridays and Saturdays, it's the striped tie, on Mondays and tuesdays it's the black tie.."
I look over the balconey...most of me wanted to just flip him the bird.
I just arched my eyebrow and said "Tim....I don't need know that...I'm not your mother."
You see, he is a full grown adult...fully capable of finding his own tie. Black or striped, I give a rats *ss.
I don't need to know what he needs to wear when, that is his issue.
He just looked at me. I stopped looking for his tie and started doing laundry and by happenstance found his tie.
I was proud of the way I handled that. Before I would have either gotten very angry at his "tone' or would have taken it upon myself to 'fix' his situation.
Why do we do that? By we I mean women. Men aren't children, and by treating them like they are, I don't think we are doing them any favors.
I know I don't want him thinking of me as his mother...or his doormat.
I relinquish the title to both effective immediately.
I am not going to watch t.v. anymore.
It doesn't do a thing for me. I will clean, do school, spend time with my family and blog...
But I really want to start drawing and painting again...to do that, I have to give up something...I think that something could be television. Most of it is crap anyway.
well, hope you all had a great day....
exercise 1 hr and 15 minutes.
Food-under 1500 calories.
Hugs,
Your slightly irritable blogger,
Chris
I had a long and interesting day. I took the kids shopping at walmart.
I had to buy a few things, most especially for my nephew. I bought him two outfits and a toy.
I bought him some wooden blocks with the alphabet on them. It was fun to shop for a little one again.
I got home and got ready for the gym.
I did 45 minutes on Christian and burned 450 calories...my heart rate has been much lower on this machine than it used to be. I was clocking in at 120-123 bpm. Target fat burning zone.
I spent another 30 minutes on the dreadmill. I plodded out 1.5 miles at an average 3.0 mph and a 2.0 incline. I burned 151 calories...mostly because of some faster intervals I threw in.
I hate the treadmill.
I would rather walk outside or do the elliptical.
I don't know why, but with the elliptical you can feel the burn and the intervals are quicker and harder. I know I could run, but don't want to just yet...Right now I do arnold four days and christian and walking two days. I want four hard higher target heart rate zones and then two long, low and slow workouts. My next official weigh in is on December 18th. I really do wonder what I'll clock in at. It should be interesting.
I need some excitement.
Now I am going to write about a personal victory for me tonight.
This is not to trash my husband...but as we all know we all have our 'moods'.
His frequently occur just prior to departing for work. He is never together and demands everyone find everything.
This is usually fine, when Tom isn't knocking.
But he is....and I wasn't much in the mood to be condescended to.
(never end a sentence with a preposition.)
So, He can't find his tie, and he has to leave in five minutes.
I said, "oh, I think I know where your striped tie is..."
So I go to look for it..and he yells up..."For the last time (!!!???or what???!!!)...on Fridays and Saturdays, it's the striped tie, on Mondays and tuesdays it's the black tie.."
I look over the balconey...most of me wanted to just flip him the bird.
I just arched my eyebrow and said "Tim....I don't need know that...I'm not your mother."
You see, he is a full grown adult...fully capable of finding his own tie. Black or striped, I give a rats *ss.
I don't need to know what he needs to wear when, that is his issue.
He just looked at me. I stopped looking for his tie and started doing laundry and by happenstance found his tie.
I was proud of the way I handled that. Before I would have either gotten very angry at his "tone' or would have taken it upon myself to 'fix' his situation.
Why do we do that? By we I mean women. Men aren't children, and by treating them like they are, I don't think we are doing them any favors.
I know I don't want him thinking of me as his mother...or his doormat.
I relinquish the title to both effective immediately.
I am not going to watch t.v. anymore.
It doesn't do a thing for me. I will clean, do school, spend time with my family and blog...
But I really want to start drawing and painting again...to do that, I have to give up something...I think that something could be television. Most of it is crap anyway.
well, hope you all had a great day....
exercise 1 hr and 15 minutes.
Food-under 1500 calories.
Hugs,
Your slightly irritable blogger,
Chris
12.12.2009
Oh Christmas tree...
hey all,
My string of strange luck reared it's whimsical head yet again...
My oldest had a friend over last night and I was driving the girl home today when I got a flat tire. I saw my gas light go on so I go to pull into a conaco station....I felt the van do a funny little lurch when we turned right and then when we turned left I heard a distinct thwunk and wobble...I just knew it was a flat tire...I have had five or six in the last 14 months. It's powers, there is a ton of construction and I pick up every spare bolt and piece of metal...and on one scary occasion...ran over a cinder block.
Luckily, I got the flat tire while pulling into a gas station.
So, I was able to fill up, wash my windows and use the gas station phone to call geico emergency roadside assistance, who called a mechanic for me who could come to my location and fix my flat.
Not bad.
I then dropped off kates friend and headed to walmart to pick up our Christmas tree....we got going a little late this year.
Just got it put up. Don't have the ornaments, but did put the lights on. I let my Sophie put the angel on top.
I listened to Christmas music, and actually felt the warm fuzzies.
I told my daughter, and she said "OH! That means your happy!
We were talking about the tree and how pretty it was, then she said, "The tree is like a piece of art." I said, "Yes, it is."
Then she said "Artwork is unique, just like people are unique." ( she draws as much as I used to at her age...she leaves paper everywhere lol)
I said, yes they are.
Then she said.... "people are like pieces of art, and how we look is the artist's signature'.
I looked and said "That is a great idea, Sophie.."
then I said, "Who is the artist?"
She said, "God".
nuff said.
I love having conversations with her.
Sometimes I can't believe she is only eight.
I went to the gym, and did one hour on Arnold.
I kept my calories to under 1500.
Hope you all are having a great day and enjoying the season..
Whether Hannukah, or Christmas.
Hugs,
Chris
My string of strange luck reared it's whimsical head yet again...
My oldest had a friend over last night and I was driving the girl home today when I got a flat tire. I saw my gas light go on so I go to pull into a conaco station....I felt the van do a funny little lurch when we turned right and then when we turned left I heard a distinct thwunk and wobble...I just knew it was a flat tire...I have had five or six in the last 14 months. It's powers, there is a ton of construction and I pick up every spare bolt and piece of metal...and on one scary occasion...ran over a cinder block.
Luckily, I got the flat tire while pulling into a gas station.
So, I was able to fill up, wash my windows and use the gas station phone to call geico emergency roadside assistance, who called a mechanic for me who could come to my location and fix my flat.
Not bad.
I then dropped off kates friend and headed to walmart to pick up our Christmas tree....we got going a little late this year.
Just got it put up. Don't have the ornaments, but did put the lights on. I let my Sophie put the angel on top.
I listened to Christmas music, and actually felt the warm fuzzies.
I told my daughter, and she said "OH! That means your happy!
We were talking about the tree and how pretty it was, then she said, "The tree is like a piece of art." I said, "Yes, it is."
Then she said "Artwork is unique, just like people are unique." ( she draws as much as I used to at her age...she leaves paper everywhere lol)
I said, yes they are.
Then she said.... "people are like pieces of art, and how we look is the artist's signature'.
I looked and said "That is a great idea, Sophie.."
then I said, "Who is the artist?"
She said, "God".
nuff said.
I love having conversations with her.
Sometimes I can't believe she is only eight.
I went to the gym, and did one hour on Arnold.
I kept my calories to under 1500.
Hope you all are having a great day and enjoying the season..
Whether Hannukah, or Christmas.
Hugs,
Chris
12.10.2009
100 things I'd rather do than regain my weight..(for jack sh*t).
1.) Take a Cross country road trip with my MIL
2.) Catch my oldest daughter making out with marilyn manson.
3.) Get a Brazilian bikini wax
4.) Sit through a marathon screening of all 12 feature length pokemon movies.
5.) Read earth in the balance by Al Gore.
6.) join the army-again.
7.) Attend another junior league meeting.
8.) Wear a beige jumper and headband.
9.) Drive an el camino
10.) Go to bingo night.
11.) Wear a tube top sans bra, and an acid washed skirt in public
12.) Wake up to find both an empty bottle of vaseline-and alan combes in.my.bed.
13.) Have a four minute conversation with a member of Peta.
14.) Wear mohair
15.) Go to the mall and talk to a cell phone salesman
16.)) buy my child a combo drum/accordion set.
17.) Allow a homeless man to live in my crawl space.
18.) Go down to the bar and do shooters from between the *ss cheeks of a guy named lou.
19.) Bleach my hair blond and call myself trixie.
20.) Join a committee
21.) learn to dance the polka.
22.) get a degree in 'women studies'
23.) wear white satin in public.
24.) wear a pair of shorts that say "jailbait' across my *ss to walmart.
25.) Explain to my mother when and where I lost MY virginity.
26.) Go to the airport dressed as a moonie and harass people.
27.) conversate with Kanye west.
28.) Lick the inside of a porta potty on the us/mexico border.
29.) allow jan crouch to do my hair and makeup.
30.) explain the merits of capitalism to a junior college philosophy major.
31.) listen to Michael Buble sing der ring des nibelung.
32) Watch Steven Seagal discuss his approach to acting on "Inside the Actors studio".
33.) Take Courtney love to a bible study.
34.) Dress in lady ga ga's cast off clothing for the next year.
35.) Get a third boob implant.
36.) pay for everything in pennies, for the rest of my life.
37.) start a 50 state spoon collection.
38.) have astro turf for indoor carpeting
39.) Have joan rivers give me botox.
40.) cross against the light in Germany
41.) sit through thirty straight in home vacuum demonstrations.
42.) Read war and peace aloud to the hard of hearing.
43.) alphabetize my spice rack
44.) Tattoo my start weight on my forehead
45.) End every conversation with a quote from nietzsche...like:
“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”
46.) Use a magic 8 ball for all future major decisions.
47.) Get my hair done in dreads
48.) eat liver
49.) Date a carnie
50.) Start an "I <3 Nancy Pelosi" fan club.
51.) Wear a Davy Crockett coon skin cap for a night on the town.
52.) come up with 100 ways to prepare pickled bologna.
53.) watch how spam is made....then eat some.
54.) attend a lecture on "How to cleanse your chakra."
55.) Give up coffee....
56.) join a G 20 protest and shout "Down with the man'.
57.) Redo high school
58.) become chief gum scraper at the local cinemark.
59.) Talk about my feelings for the rest of my life using only 'I' statements.
60.) Call elderly relatives to inquire about their health issues.
61.) read the new yorker's non sequiter cartoon daily and pretend to laugh.
62.) Ghost write Paris Hilton's book about her life philosophy.
63.) Attend a professional wrasslin' match.
64.) pick nits off a baboons ass
65.) explain the term 'anal fisting' to my children.
66.) wear clogs
67.) fly the rebel flag out front, and park my car on blocks.
68.) allow my nickname to be 'skeeter'
69.) Pick the lint out of Michael Moore's navel.
70.) Vote for Ron Paul
71.) Get a tattoo that says Big mama.
72.) Write a Frommer's guide to living it up in Deee-troit.
73.) Watch the Omaha dinner theatre version of Cats.
74.) Celebrate the summer solstice by going to arizona and being at one with both the earth, and the other freaks who are celebrating the summer solstice.
75.) walk around for a month wearing tie dye and telling everyone to 'just chill, man'.
76.) Hike through the rugged and austere beauty that is waziristan.
77.) Write an op ed about the intricacies of nascar.
78.) Become a biker's babe.
79.) Allow lindsay lohan to give me advice.
80.) Super glue my fingers together.
81.) Listen to my husband drone on daily about world of warcraft while feigning interest (oh wait..)
82.) Learn the Uzbek language.
83.) Put together entire house full of sauder home furnishings with instruction provided only by deaf midget with limited mime skills
84.) Wear black mesh of any kind.
85.) Discuss the merits of outcome based learning with the product of said teaching.
86.) Sweep the floor daily with an angry ferret.
87.) Become a tele marketer.
88.) Wear driving gloves and pretend I need them to 'drive'.
89.) Two words- goat meat.
90.) Have a scottish bag piper wake me daily.
91.) Hunt coon-n- possum for dinner
92.) Clip each piece of grass on my lawn until they are exactly one and a half inches tall.
93.) Watch bio dome again.
94.) Cover the bumper of my mini van in 'coexist' stickers
95.) Braid Robin William's back hair.
96.) Listen to Joy Behar sing somewhere over the rainbow.
97.) Watch a t.v. marathon of the hulk hogan reality show .
98.) Eat a tofurkey.
99.) Pimp my ride...
100.) Write a list of 100 things I'd rather do than regain my weight.
2.) Catch my oldest daughter making out with marilyn manson.
3.) Get a Brazilian bikini wax
4.) Sit through a marathon screening of all 12 feature length pokemon movies.
5.) Read earth in the balance by Al Gore.
6.) join the army-again.
7.) Attend another junior league meeting.
8.) Wear a beige jumper and headband.
9.) Drive an el camino
10.) Go to bingo night.
11.) Wear a tube top sans bra, and an acid washed skirt in public
12.) Wake up to find both an empty bottle of vaseline-and alan combes in.my.bed.
13.) Have a four minute conversation with a member of Peta.
14.) Wear mohair
15.) Go to the mall and talk to a cell phone salesman
16.)) buy my child a combo drum/accordion set.
17.) Allow a homeless man to live in my crawl space.
18.) Go down to the bar and do shooters from between the *ss cheeks of a guy named lou.
19.) Bleach my hair blond and call myself trixie.
20.) Join a committee
21.) learn to dance the polka.
22.) get a degree in 'women studies'
23.) wear white satin in public.
24.) wear a pair of shorts that say "jailbait' across my *ss to walmart.
25.) Explain to my mother when and where I lost MY virginity.
26.) Go to the airport dressed as a moonie and harass people.
27.) conversate with Kanye west.
28.) Lick the inside of a porta potty on the us/mexico border.
29.) allow jan crouch to do my hair and makeup.
30.) explain the merits of capitalism to a junior college philosophy major.
31.) listen to Michael Buble sing der ring des nibelung.
32) Watch Steven Seagal discuss his approach to acting on "Inside the Actors studio".
33.) Take Courtney love to a bible study.
34.) Dress in lady ga ga's cast off clothing for the next year.
35.) Get a third boob implant.
36.) pay for everything in pennies, for the rest of my life.
37.) start a 50 state spoon collection.
38.) have astro turf for indoor carpeting
39.) Have joan rivers give me botox.
40.) cross against the light in Germany
41.) sit through thirty straight in home vacuum demonstrations.
42.) Read war and peace aloud to the hard of hearing.
43.) alphabetize my spice rack
44.) Tattoo my start weight on my forehead
45.) End every conversation with a quote from nietzsche...like:
“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”
46.) Use a magic 8 ball for all future major decisions.
47.) Get my hair done in dreads
48.) eat liver
49.) Date a carnie
50.) Start an "I <3 Nancy Pelosi" fan club.
51.) Wear a Davy Crockett coon skin cap for a night on the town.
52.) come up with 100 ways to prepare pickled bologna.
53.) watch how spam is made....then eat some.
54.) attend a lecture on "How to cleanse your chakra."
55.) Give up coffee....
56.) join a G 20 protest and shout "Down with the man'.
57.) Redo high school
58.) become chief gum scraper at the local cinemark.
59.) Talk about my feelings for the rest of my life using only 'I' statements.
60.) Call elderly relatives to inquire about their health issues.
61.) read the new yorker's non sequiter cartoon daily and pretend to laugh.
62.) Ghost write Paris Hilton's book about her life philosophy.
63.) Attend a professional wrasslin' match.
64.) pick nits off a baboons ass
65.) explain the term 'anal fisting' to my children.
66.) wear clogs
67.) fly the rebel flag out front, and park my car on blocks.
68.) allow my nickname to be 'skeeter'
69.) Pick the lint out of Michael Moore's navel.
70.) Vote for Ron Paul
71.) Get a tattoo that says Big mama.
72.) Write a Frommer's guide to living it up in Deee-troit.
73.) Watch the Omaha dinner theatre version of Cats.
74.) Celebrate the summer solstice by going to arizona and being at one with both the earth, and the other freaks who are celebrating the summer solstice.
75.) walk around for a month wearing tie dye and telling everyone to 'just chill, man'.
76.) Hike through the rugged and austere beauty that is waziristan.
77.) Write an op ed about the intricacies of nascar.
78.) Become a biker's babe.
79.) Allow lindsay lohan to give me advice.
80.) Super glue my fingers together.
81.) Listen to my husband drone on daily about world of warcraft while feigning interest (oh wait..)
82.) Learn the Uzbek language.
83.) Put together entire house full of sauder home furnishings with instruction provided only by deaf midget with limited mime skills
84.) Wear black mesh of any kind.
85.) Discuss the merits of outcome based learning with the product of said teaching.
86.) Sweep the floor daily with an angry ferret.
87.) Become a tele marketer.
88.) Wear driving gloves and pretend I need them to 'drive'.
89.) Two words- goat meat.
90.) Have a scottish bag piper wake me daily.
91.) Hunt coon-n- possum for dinner
92.) Clip each piece of grass on my lawn until they are exactly one and a half inches tall.
93.) Watch bio dome again.
94.) Cover the bumper of my mini van in 'coexist' stickers
95.) Braid Robin William's back hair.
96.) Listen to Joy Behar sing somewhere over the rainbow.
97.) Watch a t.v. marathon of the hulk hogan reality show .
98.) Eat a tofurkey.
99.) Pimp my ride...
100.) Write a list of 100 things I'd rather do than regain my weight.
December 10th...smoothielicious
Hey all,
Well, I broke out the blender today and went to town.
I had a vanilla banana smoothie with whey isolate and peaches.
I put four or five ice cubes in it and 1 cup of milk.
It was okay...I think I need less milk and maybe some strawberries.
I split it with my eight year old.
She liked it well enough.
I went to the gym and did sixty minutes on christian.
I've been alternating between Arnold and Christian for a while now.
I do Arnold for a heavy burn and christian if I want to work on speed.
On the third day, I do a lighter cardio workout so...christian for a half hour then forty five minutes on the dreadmill.
I replaced the batteries in my armband radio and was rewarded with a long string of upbeat music...very cool.
ended my workout with empire state of mind with Alicia keys.
I love music...always have.
all kinds.
I like classical, pop, rock, folk, country, rap, alternative, R&B and the occasional heavy metal song...as long as it is done well.
As long as it expresses something real.
current song I loathe is fireflies by owl something or other.
Its a nonsense song that doesn't even have the decency to be quirky enough to be cute.
It's just annoying.
Current song I love but find a little disturbing...
Russian Roulette by Rihanna.
It give me goosebumps, but I feel it sends a bad message to the youth. I say that tongue in cheek on the one hand and concerned mother on the other hand...
I sometimes feel bi polar.
Current song I simply love and will be around forever.
empire state of mind
alicia keys and Jay z.
I love art, all kinds. I feel people have the right and need to express themselves creatively...then I hear one of them spout bs and my midwestern redneck kicks in and I feel my bullsh*t meter peg.
that's why I can enjoy a movie like magnolia (one of my all time favorites...if you haven't seen it then see it, if only for the scene at the end...'sometimes these things happen'), and then be physically unable to sit through an oscar telecast while pretentious numbnuts blather on about war and peace when not a d*mn one of them has seen the working end of an m-16. Yet still admire their dresses and coif, and idealism.
It's difficult.
I love Tupac Shakur. His music was incredible.
Too bad he was such a thuggish *ss.
I love Bruce Springsteen...love, love, love his music....
His political leanings leave me cold. I hear people say all the time...I can't buy his music...
I can't not buy his music.
I think he is a musical genius.
I have learned to separate my love of art from the artists propensity to be completely crack brained.
Because if I selected my art based on someones personal belief systems...
I would have Thomas Kincaid art all over my house...
and then I would be forced to self immolation or to an unwanted, but suddenly necessary move.
My favorite artist is Andrew wyeth...whom everyone knows from Christina's world...I like his Young America painting the best (see picture at top). I also like his self portrait. His work always looks very straightforward, but there is usually something a little darker underneath that keeps me looking.
That is what good art is. It allows you to view the scene, the story, the music through your unique prism.
I have absolutely no way to tie this into weight loss unless I say something goofy like...
"I am making my body a living sculpture (*blech)
Create a masterpiece, exercise *retch.
lol.
Well,
I am done now.
Hugs,
Your pretentious, artsy-fartsy, midwestern redneck.
Chris
12.09.2009
an aura of the inevitable....
Hey guys, late post tonight.
Everything was late tonight.
Well, I had the girl scout meeting tonight. I just wanted the kids to practice, practice, practice those christmas songs.
It's important, that way they don't feel like a deer in headlights when they get up to sing.
At least they'll know the lyrics ;o)
I just wanted to blog a little tonight about that feeling of inevitability.
There are days when you wake up and say, uh oh...I feel a binge coming on.
what do you do when that voice gets in your head.
The voice that says;
One cookie won't matter...
then you eat the cookie....and you think. Well, that wasn't so bad, in fact it was pretty darn good.
You know, I could eat another one and have a smaller dinner.
So you eat another one....but when dinner time comes,you find you are hungry and then you say, hey...
so what's 200 calories....it's just one day.
You string enough of those kinds of days together and you have what is commonly called
a "plateau".
Made all the more hideous by the fact that you felt you were dieting, you felt you were trying.
but somewhere, somehow..some food snuck in under our radar.
It could be something as simple as slacking off on the size of your chicken breasts....not measuring the sugar for your coffee....
You have enough 'bad weigh-ins", you begin to feel as though you are 'swimming up stream'.
You get tired of fighting, and maybe some of you allow the current to carry you back down stream.
10 lbs downstream, 20 lbs downstream....100 lbs downstream....
until you decide to start swimming again.
Swimming upstream requires constant vigilance.
But after a while you develop muscles from all that swimming upstream...
instead of feeling like rapids, it starts feeling like a trickle.
Sure there will be moments when a storm comes, and man do you have to fight.
Maybe you get pushed back a little....but you keep going.
Take tonight.
I missed my workout on Monday,
had a piss poor workout tuesday...
had a much better one on wednesday.
Then there was today....
Anything that could go wrong DID GO WRONG
.
1.) I washed all my workout clothes together...figured I would have enough for the next five days...yeah me! Thinking ahead. I'm a go getter.
I washed them with a tube of lipstick, and then dried them with the same tube of lipstick.
every.single.article was covered in my attractively colored peachy mauve lipstick.
This was at one in the afternoon...
I went to walmart to develop some pictures and pick up some stain remover (and a new tube of lipstick lol) I come back, and put the clothes back in the wash with the stain remover.
Go pick up my daughter from school...
bake some cookies for girl scouts get stuff around...oh crap check the wash for the clothes.
Yeah! all the lipstick came out.
quick in the dryer, downstairs to the girl scout meeting...goes well.
Back home,
2.) but first need to drop off crafts to two of my girls that didn't make the meeting.
I get there at 6:30, and get into a conversation that lasted till 7:00 . I always do this with this particular mom....probably a hint we should hang out. We always have something to talk about.
Home, yeah! No time for dinner, got to go to the gym....
clothes should be dry...
3.)but they aren't
I. DIDN'T. START. THE. DRYER.
I have one bright greeny blue t shirt and the worlds dorkiest sweat pants....no exercise bra.
I pull one WET out of the dryer.
I put it on.
I go to the gym.
4.)I go to go in and realize I left my water bottle in the van. Half of the bottle was filled with water, which is now a frozen chunk of ice...fine, whatever...I will fill it with what water I can...besides, with this wet bra, I need to get inside it is 1 degree.
I go to switch on my armband radio and
5.) ITS DEAD.
I left it on.
So there I am, no water...cold tits, no music.
I go in and hop on arnold...staring blankly ahead watching "so you think you can dance' with no sound. All that hectic gyration and flailing looks ridiculous with no sound.
suddenly I hear
6.)"Oh, shut the hell up!"
It's some guy wearing headphones, watching fox news yelling at a liberal who was talking on a panel on the hannity show. I was pretty sure he was yelling at the liberal, because every time ann coulter would talk, he would laugh.
Now I'm riveted by the nut with the headphones.
(look, I lean right of center, but good brother man...YOU shut the hell up!)
Then this married couple walks in....
He goes to get on the recumbant bike, she on the treadmill.
He gets up and she YELLS: Where are you going?
He's all: It doesn't work...
She Yells: Ask the lady for help.
He: grabs his cell phone and departs.
I am staring at my feet, trying not to laugh..I look up and realize I still have 32 minutes left on this thing.
(I would label that number 7,but in all honesty...these two kept me amused the last half of my workout.)
I look to my right and see glee...which I would love to watch, looks like a great show.
I have no headphones.
wow.
lol.
Look what I was missing by filling my ears with music.
I am buying new batteries tomorrow.
It was a horrible workout.
It was boring, uninspiring...I was tired, and cold...
and I did it anyway.
want to know what kind of aura of inevitablity I have?
Victory.
You can have it too.
Don't let ANYTHING GET IN YOUR WAY.
Not a late night, not a bad day...not eating too many cookies...or a half can of refried beans....or pumpkin cheesecake or tortilla chips...Not an ice filled water bottle, wet bra, dorky pants, no sleep, or an argument with a good friend, not loneliness, or anger, or sadness, nothing.
If you did any of that, or felt any of that, it's just one day...
It's yesterday, it's not tomorrow.
Get back up, and climb back on the Krab.
I ate 1510 calories.
I had one sugar cookie, it was small and 85 calories.
Part of me wanted another.
But then I would have had a dinner that wouldn't have satisfied a gnat.
I didn't eat a second one.
I had one heck of a dinner at 9:30 this evening...after the gym and everything else.
270 calories of turkey sausage
1 red bell pepper
7 mushrooms
3/4 of a cup of sugar snap peas
awesomeness...and filling.
Have a great tomorrow.
Do it for you.
Hugs,
Your cold breasted jogging blogger,
chris
Everything was late tonight.
Well, I had the girl scout meeting tonight. I just wanted the kids to practice, practice, practice those christmas songs.
It's important, that way they don't feel like a deer in headlights when they get up to sing.
At least they'll know the lyrics ;o)
I just wanted to blog a little tonight about that feeling of inevitability.
There are days when you wake up and say, uh oh...I feel a binge coming on.
what do you do when that voice gets in your head.
The voice that says;
One cookie won't matter...
then you eat the cookie....and you think. Well, that wasn't so bad, in fact it was pretty darn good.
You know, I could eat another one and have a smaller dinner.
So you eat another one....but when dinner time comes,you find you are hungry and then you say, hey...
so what's 200 calories....it's just one day.
You string enough of those kinds of days together and you have what is commonly called
a "plateau".
Made all the more hideous by the fact that you felt you were dieting, you felt you were trying.
but somewhere, somehow..some food snuck in under our radar.
It could be something as simple as slacking off on the size of your chicken breasts....not measuring the sugar for your coffee....
You have enough 'bad weigh-ins", you begin to feel as though you are 'swimming up stream'.
You get tired of fighting, and maybe some of you allow the current to carry you back down stream.
10 lbs downstream, 20 lbs downstream....100 lbs downstream....
until you decide to start swimming again.
Swimming upstream requires constant vigilance.
But after a while you develop muscles from all that swimming upstream...
instead of feeling like rapids, it starts feeling like a trickle.
Sure there will be moments when a storm comes, and man do you have to fight.
Maybe you get pushed back a little....but you keep going.
Take tonight.
I missed my workout on Monday,
had a piss poor workout tuesday...
had a much better one on wednesday.
Then there was today....
Anything that could go wrong DID GO WRONG
.
1.) I washed all my workout clothes together...figured I would have enough for the next five days...yeah me! Thinking ahead. I'm a go getter.
I washed them with a tube of lipstick, and then dried them with the same tube of lipstick.
every.single.article was covered in my attractively colored peachy mauve lipstick.
This was at one in the afternoon...
I went to walmart to develop some pictures and pick up some stain remover (and a new tube of lipstick lol) I come back, and put the clothes back in the wash with the stain remover.
Go pick up my daughter from school...
bake some cookies for girl scouts get stuff around...oh crap check the wash for the clothes.
Yeah! all the lipstick came out.
quick in the dryer, downstairs to the girl scout meeting...goes well.
Back home,
2.) but first need to drop off crafts to two of my girls that didn't make the meeting.
I get there at 6:30, and get into a conversation that lasted till 7:00 . I always do this with this particular mom....probably a hint we should hang out. We always have something to talk about.
Home, yeah! No time for dinner, got to go to the gym....
clothes should be dry...
3.)but they aren't
I. DIDN'T. START. THE. DRYER.
I have one bright greeny blue t shirt and the worlds dorkiest sweat pants....no exercise bra.
I pull one WET out of the dryer.
I put it on.
I go to the gym.
4.)I go to go in and realize I left my water bottle in the van. Half of the bottle was filled with water, which is now a frozen chunk of ice...fine, whatever...I will fill it with what water I can...besides, with this wet bra, I need to get inside it is 1 degree.
I go to switch on my armband radio and
5.) ITS DEAD.
I left it on.
So there I am, no water...cold tits, no music.
I go in and hop on arnold...staring blankly ahead watching "so you think you can dance' with no sound. All that hectic gyration and flailing looks ridiculous with no sound.
suddenly I hear
6.)"Oh, shut the hell up!"
It's some guy wearing headphones, watching fox news yelling at a liberal who was talking on a panel on the hannity show. I was pretty sure he was yelling at the liberal, because every time ann coulter would talk, he would laugh.
Now I'm riveted by the nut with the headphones.
(look, I lean right of center, but good brother man...YOU shut the hell up!)
Then this married couple walks in....
He goes to get on the recumbant bike, she on the treadmill.
He gets up and she YELLS: Where are you going?
He's all: It doesn't work...
She Yells: Ask the lady for help.
He: grabs his cell phone and departs.
I am staring at my feet, trying not to laugh..I look up and realize I still have 32 minutes left on this thing.
(I would label that number 7,but in all honesty...these two kept me amused the last half of my workout.)
I look to my right and see glee...which I would love to watch, looks like a great show.
I have no headphones.
wow.
lol.
Look what I was missing by filling my ears with music.
I am buying new batteries tomorrow.
It was a horrible workout.
It was boring, uninspiring...I was tired, and cold...
and I did it anyway.
want to know what kind of aura of inevitablity I have?
Victory.
You can have it too.
Don't let ANYTHING GET IN YOUR WAY.
Not a late night, not a bad day...not eating too many cookies...or a half can of refried beans....or pumpkin cheesecake or tortilla chips...Not an ice filled water bottle, wet bra, dorky pants, no sleep, or an argument with a good friend, not loneliness, or anger, or sadness, nothing.
If you did any of that, or felt any of that, it's just one day...
It's yesterday, it's not tomorrow.
Get back up, and climb back on the Krab.
I ate 1510 calories.
I had one sugar cookie, it was small and 85 calories.
Part of me wanted another.
But then I would have had a dinner that wouldn't have satisfied a gnat.
I didn't eat a second one.
I had one heck of a dinner at 9:30 this evening...after the gym and everything else.
270 calories of turkey sausage
1 red bell pepper
7 mushrooms
3/4 of a cup of sugar snap peas
awesomeness...and filling.
Have a great tomorrow.
Do it for you.
Hugs,
Your cold breasted jogging blogger,
chris
12.07.2009
I want to be like you, mom.....
Hi all,
So after reading Jack's blog, I couldn't stand it...
I went out and bought Rudolph the red nosed reindeer, frosty the snoman and It's Christmas, Charllie brown.
Tonight we watched Rudolph...and it really ticked Sophie off. She couldn't believe that the reindeer and the elves treated people that way....it was cute.
I am writing this post a day early because something pretty neat just happened.
I know we all have our sad fat stories.
Things someone said that really struck us in the gut.
Well, about nine years ago...when my oldest was six, almost seven...
I was trying to get her to eat some of her breakfast because we were headed to the mountains to ski.
She wouldn't eat...I was pressuring, and she said, "You just want me to be fat like you."
Well, that was a moment.
What do you say to that?
No, I don't?
Yes, I do?
I'm not fat?
I was.
It's almost akin to that question "So, have you stopped beating your wife?"
I told her that I didn't want her to be fat, just not hungry when we went skiing.
My husband about lost his nut.
I was three months pregnant at the time...and he was all, "Your mother is pregnant'.
I just wanted the subject dropped, quite frankly.
Kate apologized. I accepted.
We moved on.
So you can imagine my arrested posture upon this announcement through the bathroom door tonight.
I am taking a bath...listening to music...relaxing.
Sophie, my youngest.
"Mom, I want to be you for Halloween."
(I know, Halloween is a year away, for some reason she is always planning what she is going to be for halloween.)
I say...
"You want to be like me?"
She says "Yeah, I have your shirt on.."
I say "OKAY"...
I am waiting to hear what she says..
She says..."Well, I will have to put a shirt on under this one, cause this one is big.."
I thought, oh here we go again...
She says "But I will need some tights too."
I say "Tights?"
She says "Yeah, Tights and tennis shoes, So I can jog door to door"
I sat there for a second and said...
"Cause that's what I do? Jog?"
She says "Yeah."
Now if I never lost another pound. If I never look like Jillian Micheals.
If I have to cram my *ss in a pair of 12's or 14's the rest of my born days.
I will still do this.
...My daughter wanting to 'Be like me"...
Can't beat that sh*t.
Hugs,
The jogging blogger,
Chris
So after reading Jack's blog, I couldn't stand it...
I went out and bought Rudolph the red nosed reindeer, frosty the snoman and It's Christmas, Charllie brown.
Tonight we watched Rudolph...and it really ticked Sophie off. She couldn't believe that the reindeer and the elves treated people that way....it was cute.
I am writing this post a day early because something pretty neat just happened.
I know we all have our sad fat stories.
Things someone said that really struck us in the gut.
Well, about nine years ago...when my oldest was six, almost seven...
I was trying to get her to eat some of her breakfast because we were headed to the mountains to ski.
She wouldn't eat...I was pressuring, and she said, "You just want me to be fat like you."
Well, that was a moment.
What do you say to that?
No, I don't?
Yes, I do?
I'm not fat?
I was.
It's almost akin to that question "So, have you stopped beating your wife?"
I told her that I didn't want her to be fat, just not hungry when we went skiing.
My husband about lost his nut.
I was three months pregnant at the time...and he was all, "Your mother is pregnant'.
I just wanted the subject dropped, quite frankly.
Kate apologized. I accepted.
We moved on.
So you can imagine my arrested posture upon this announcement through the bathroom door tonight.
I am taking a bath...listening to music...relaxing.
Sophie, my youngest.
"Mom, I want to be you for Halloween."
(I know, Halloween is a year away, for some reason she is always planning what she is going to be for halloween.)
I say...
"You want to be like me?"
She says "Yeah, I have your shirt on.."
I say "OKAY"...
I am waiting to hear what she says..
She says..."Well, I will have to put a shirt on under this one, cause this one is big.."
I thought, oh here we go again...
She says "But I will need some tights too."
I say "Tights?"
She says "Yeah, Tights and tennis shoes, So I can jog door to door"
I sat there for a second and said...
"Cause that's what I do? Jog?"
She says "Yeah."
Now if I never lost another pound. If I never look like Jillian Micheals.
If I have to cram my *ss in a pair of 12's or 14's the rest of my born days.
I will still do this.
...My daughter wanting to 'Be like me"...
Can't beat that sh*t.
Hugs,
The jogging blogger,
Chris
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