The winners of my bloggy giveaway are as follows:
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Prize #2, the Discipline necklace, goes to: ML at Random Thoughts.
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Happy Super Bowl weekend!
So yes, there will be not one, but two winners, and both winners will get this:
My other favorite thing that I wear daily, a baby blue silicone bracelet that says, "Strength, Focus, Discipline". (I'm a bit of a nut when it comes to surrounding myself with the positives...)
Rules: Please leave me a comment any time before 8 p.m. et Friday night. I'll draw the first winner at random and that winner will receive prize #1. I'll draw a second winner who will receive prize #2. That's about it! I'll ship anywhere -- and each one comes in its own unique packaging, so it'll make a great gift in time for Valentine's if you don't keep it for yourself! Make sure you bookmark my shop, 'cause I'm always adding new creations and messages!
I wish you well on your journey and in your "training" and feel free to stop by any time! The door's always open! Thanks for stopping by!
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I've really done it this time.
The other day I heard a noise and panicked.
It was a terrible noise. The sound of sawing. It was coming from the air vent and from where I was standing, it looked like a little knife was coming through the vent itself and sawing back and forth.
I turned white.
I ushered the kids into one of the bedrooms and dialed my husband.
Me: "Honey there's-somethingcominginthroughthevent!!!! I don't know what it is but it's making a terrible noise and it looks like a knife and I'm freaking out!!"
Him: "What?! What??? Honey if someone's coming into the house, call 911!"
Me: "I'm not sure! I don't know what this sound is!"
Him:"Well what should I do!!!"
Me: "Come home!"
We hung up (he sounded pissed) and he headed home. Then, of course, the noise stopped. And I looked closer. The knife? Yeah. It was a piece of rubber attached to the air filter. No knife. (I'm short. I can't see that far up when I'm panicking.)
Oops. (I think I'll just make him a nice cup of hot coffee for when he gets home...)
So my husband comes home, takes out the filter and peers into the vent, which, incidentally is a really really small opening, so my culprit as my husband says, would have had to been a "midget wielding a knife."
Oh boy. (I had no idea how big the opening was. It's been cold out lately! Is it that hard to believe that someone could have gotten into the attic to keep warm? And then maybe wanted to come into the house through the vent? How could I know???)
I don't even want to think about what his office thinks of me. (I'm gonna "Paris Hilton" that one...)
The sun is out, it's 70 and the birds are chirping.
Yes, it's a nice day to be in Florida. I'm feeling good, especially after that wonderful 7 mile run of yesterday and my legs hurt but they hurt so good...
I've been learning and relearning lessons these days as I've been struggling to remain motivated and dedicated to my goal of half-marathon training. Turns out it all boils down to this: as I always say (and someone famous may have said this before me, but I'm not really sure) "objects in motion stay in motion." That run yesterday was just the thing I needed to relight my fire. It's amazing how that works. Let me get this straight. (I'm slow...)
So, I exercise and get moving and.... I want to keep moving??
Hmmmm.
Or, I plant my butt on the couch, and I'll just want to keep sitting?
Interesting!
So then if I want to keep moving and maintain the energy to keep moving, it must follow that I should not stop moving? Amazing!!! Someone should pay me for discovering these things.
Oh. They've already discovered that? Bummer. Well then maybe I should get paid for having discovered that you can't lose weight while planting butt on couch.
Oh. They've discovered this too? Well why didn't they tell me!
Good luck this week! I'm gonna get moving! (How about you???)
Woohoo!!!!
This morning was our long run and it was 7 miles, officially the longest distance I have ever run. And I didn't want to die afterward! It wasn't that bad! Except for the leg muscles shaking at the end and having to do about 10 minutes of stretching...
What I am learning from this training process is the following (besides wishing I could carry a pen and paper because I always have the greatest inspiration to write while I'm on runs):
I am learning that at the other side of uncomfortable, there is comfortable.
You wouldn't think so when you've just gone up a huge hill and can barely catch your breath on the way down, knowing you still have 4 1/2 miles left and you're panting, but it's true.
There was a time where I was so uncomfortable that I really really wanted to stop. I was officially out of my comfort zone. But just a little later, things got better and my legs went on autopilot and that got me through two more miles. Then things got rough again, but for the final mile, half of which was a sprint because you could see the "finish line", it got better again.
It was a rollercoaster run, but for every period of uncomfortable, there was comfortable and there's something to be said for pushing through the uncomfortable part. I just have to remember that as I continue the long runs, because next week is 8 miles, followed by 9, followed by 10 and these are the final weeks of training. For next week I think if we did 7, then surely we can do just one more, right? Getting into the unknown now and getting a little nervous...
I am so self-conscious I can hardly stand it. And I admire people who aren't sometimes.
If I upset someone, I obsess over it. It hurts my stomach. It hurts my head. My head and face get all hot and flushed and my brain short circuits and I can't focus on anything except whatever I just (accidentally in most cases) did. Or said. I realize it's not a bad thing to have a conscious or to feel badly when you make a mistake or guilt. But sometimes I devour guilt like it's a free all-you-can-eat filet mignon buffet at the Chuck-A-Rama. And then it's consuming me, probably long after it's left the consciousness of the other party, and really no one wins, especially me. Really, I'm pretty uptight. It may not look like it on the outside (people tell me, "You? Uptight? You always look so calm and collected!) But it's all a ruse. Don't believe it.
Yes, sometimes I say the wrong thing. As in, I mean one thing but it comes out as another. Or, sometimes I answer a question and accidentally "out" someone or something because I have the opposite of an affinity for lying. Sometimes I shout the first thing that comes to mind and it is the polar opposite of correct (like in the seal story from high school). Sometimes I open my mouth to say something incredibly witty and something like verbal equivalent of a belch comes out (I love this one, especially upon meeting someone for the first time. Ugh.) It may as well be like saying something like "mraksjidoajlkajsdskfjelak".
In other words, I put my foot in it. All the time.
Ok, it just feels like I do this all the time but really I just have such an intense loathing for memories of my doing this that I feel like they happened just yesterday and still if I think about my past experiences in doing this I outwardly and inwardly cringe.I just cannot seem to let it go in my mind.
But you know what? I'm turning a corner. I'm over 30. It's time.
In one of my most recent experiences in doing this, I obsessed (again) and I stressed (again) so much that my insides physically hurt. I could hardly function as a human. So I tried to think of just one person I could be like in that moment who would let something like this roll right off her back. As if she were teflon. Or rubber.
And the first name that came to mind? Paris.
I don't know why. We're not friends. She doesn't know me. We don't run in the same circles.
Shocking, I know.
And I don't know why she came to mind, but honestly, could you picture her worrying about what she said to whom or how she said it or why? Obsessing and apologizing? Me neither. In fact, in recognizing the sheer number of times that I fail to let things roll off my back, I recognize the opposite in her: the sheer number of times she allows things to roll off hers.
So I've decided to "Paris Hilton" more stuff in my life and be done with it. How's that for Paris's positive role-modeling?
Instead of obsessing, stressing, shortcircuiting, sweating, and swearing, I'm going to acknowledge-apologize-accept and then, and (here's the good part), do this amazing little thing called move on. I'm going to MOVE ON ALREADY!
And let it roll, right.off.my.back. It feels good just typing that. I believe that in spending less time obsessing about said situations, I'll do less to commit it to my memory and hence spend less future time worrying about it and in turn, avoid the pileup of cortisol around my midsection, headaches, migraines, changes of clothing from profuse sweating, and maybe even save a lot of money on Excedrin Migraine and/or Advil Liquigels.
(Of course it could be argued that I could just try to avoid getting myself into these sticky situations altogether and maybe pay attention a little more so there's less blurting...)
But just in case I happen to space out, blurt, fail to think quick enough to save myself or someone else some embarrassment, I will own it. From now on. How nice would it be to stop this vicious cycle? To still care, of course, but finally care for the appropriate amount of time?
2009 is about some spring cleaning. Decluttering my house and decluttering my mind. After all, I'll be 34 this year. Then, after that, 35. Then 36. Soon I'll be middle-aged, and then all of a sudden I'll be in my 80's. (Hopefully.) But not if I'm in a constant state of whatever! So stopping the cycle of worry now could still mean saving my own life! (Except for the whole "near-poison" thing. That'll stay with me for a while.) So if I say anything dumb, just know now that yes, I'm sorry. But I'm not going to engulf myself in it like I used to. This may offend you because you may be used to my obsessive apologies, but don't let it. We'll move on together and go have a cup of coffee.
Updated 9am: no loss no gain. Thank goodness. Back to your usual scheduled programming.
I'll be back a little later with my weigh-in results. (This should be good.) Ciao!
psst. How did you do this week? Get your workouts in? Feeling good?
OK, here it is. Terrible kid-got-into-stuff story as mentioned last week. I'm finally up for it.
A time comes in every mother's life when there is complete and utter white-faced panic.
You wonder how you're going to react in that situation when or if the time comes and you hope that you're going to end up doing the right thing. What you really hope, though, is that you've done all the prep work and have found that successful protective-without-being-overprotective combination, enough so that you won't have to stare into the face of any kind of "situation" at all. But I guess sometimes things fall through the cracks. You develop a sense false of security that allows you to feel comfortable enough to let them out of your sight for just a second because it will all be ok. You let your guard down for just the teensiest second.
And that's when it happens.
I had a headache for a week after this. Ironically Motrin won't work on this headache. Nor will sleep. Because I couldn't. This is the headache you get when your mommybrain short circuits.
Last week, we were battling a fever. It wasn't too bad, a 101. And it came out of nowhere with no symptoms in sight. But my son is known for the phantom fever. He gets a fever that spikes, we treat it, it goes away as quickly as it comes.
This time, he woke up crying around 4:30 in the morning Monday and it was a 102.5. I gave him his medicine, he went right back to sleep, I put the bottle on the counter and schlepped back to bed.
He's two and a half. Sometimes he wakes up before us and plays quietly in his room, other times he comes straight to ours and wakes us up. This time, he was up before us but I didn't know it. He was quiet about it.
My husband woke up and went out into the living room and that's when he saw it. My two-year-old holding the big ol' Children's Motrin bottle.
And it was empty.
What would you do? I'll give you a moment to think about it because it was the last thing that I ever thought would happen and I hadn't thought about what to do before that. I knew about poison control and 911 and all of that, but I hadn't a well thought out plan because I always put things out of reach and out of sight and screwed those caps on tight.And now, thinking back to my 4:30 in the morning schlep, did I? As a protector I had failed and I was standing there blank, knowing only one fact: that I did not know how much he had consumed except that the bottle was empty. The only thing I did know after that was that I didn't think. I threw on clothes, got his shoes on, put the empty bottle in my purse and ran out the door to the Emergency Room.
I was a mix of panic and crying as the ladies at the reception desk asked me calmly to fill out the paperwork and go sit down while what I really wanted to do was pull them by the front of their shirt and yell, "Get the doctor! Do you see he just drank Motrin?? We need HELP!" But I went and sat down and of course when a little too much time passed for my liking, had to get up to say something like, "Is there anything I can do in the meantime?" while they said, "No, go sit down, they'll be with you soon." But not soon enough because all I could picture was the Motrin traveling to this part of him and that part, the more time ticking away the more quickly the medicine is spreading and all the while still, no.one.is.helping.me!
Finally we were called in and he was happy as a clam explaining to the nurse who asked him what was wrong, "I dank too much med-sin" as I tried to remain calm while feeling like a failure as a mother and a panicky mess inside that just wanted to explode. And all his vitals were fine, and we went into the little room and it was 8 o'clock so we got to watch Curious George on the little tv while they put all these little "stickers with wires" all over his chest and he was anxiously awaiting seeing the doctor because he loves seeing doctors.
It was a short visit. The doctor said he did not ingest toxic levels of the medicine. Oh, thank God.
And when I got home, every medicine we had was already in a box that we have now put on a top shelf of the closet out of reach and I only disclose this because he can't read yet. You'd think this would have been a sigh of relief, but to tell you the truth, I can't get past that initial panic feeling that something terrible had happened and even worse, it was because I had not been more careful. And the panicky feeling is following me around like a cloud.
There is an age where your eyes have to be on them all the time. They're crawling and then just walking and they touch this and touch that and they don't know what they can and can't touch. But you vigilantly stand by them and follow them around saying, "No no honey," and redirect them and protect them. And then there is an age where they start to know right from wrong and are becoming a little more independent, and that's when you do things like let them play in another room for a few minutes because there's nothing they can get into and it's ok.
But it's not. Because once they are getting a grasp on right from wrong (and really that only means things like not touching a red hot stove), they're learning this other little thing called "cause and effect." Out comes this need to explore. They're trying to figure out what happens when they open up a whole box of bandaids or bag of beads or Qtips. Because they're fuzzy and they're sticky and they're pretty. And you have to rethink "babyproofing" and instead make it "toddler-proofing" because it's not just the hard stuff they're getting into, it's everything!
It's a whole different ballgame now. Everything is an experiment. Does it taste good? Does it feel nice on your hands? Does it stick? Does it fly? Does it fit in my nose?
And there is a great deal of this that goes on that doesn't hurt anyone because it's more annoying than anything and the items are really rather innocuous. But see, they don't know this. They don't know the difference. And that's where we (and I say we but I mean "I") can get complacent.
Well of course, I come home from the ER and I google all sorts of topics surrounding Children's Motrin and drinking it by the glass to find out if the doctors were right. And from what I read, they are. Motrin is the lesser evil when dealing with Motrin vs. Tylenol (according to internet searches). If the kid drinks Tylenol, you could be in much bigger trouble. Then again, that's not entirely true because every little body is different. Either way, I beg you, please don't learn it first-hand, take it from me. Lock it up. Tylenol, Motrin, all of it. Even if it seems out of reach, put it higher. When I went to fill a prescription a couple months ago, there was a long list of flavors they could give the medicine. They told me to pick my first, second and third choices, but there were at least a dozen on the list. And in my much-more educated opinion, this is both good and bad. My kid likes the taste of medicine but I almost wish he didn't. Because he would want to stay away from the bottles of it and that would give me more peace than I have now. Not enough to make be be any less careful, but still.
And when I was explaining this all to my mom, she told me that my sister admitted to drinking the penticillan my mom kept in the fridge and I admitted I used to pop Flintstone vitamins by the handful when they weren't home. And this was when we were well above 2, probably 5 or 6, even 7 or 8 years old. So you see, it doesn't stop at the toddler years! It's actually worse! They just get smarter! Plus, they can climb!
This incident has taken at least 10 years off my life in just one flash. The could'ves and the would'ves that constantly flow through my mind as possible worst-case scenarios, they won't stop and they give me a constant piercing headache and I'm literally sick over it.
I'm serious. Don't get complacent. Stay vigilant. Lock it up. Lock it all up. Everything. Cleaners, medicines, liquor, everything. And have your relatives do the same.
Also, think, I mean seriously think about what your reaction would be and how on earth you'll try and keep your head God forbid something ever does happen because honestly, you can't help anyone if you're standing there in panic and shock.
Finally, post the number to poison control everywhere. 1-800-222-1222. There are 4 million poisonings every year, and half (yes, half!) are children. We've all probably searched and researched all the tips on babyproofing a million times, but even the best babyproofers could use a refresher so here's a link to Babyproofing 101 as stated by a really helpful web site called Kid Safe. And then just go around your house and give it a once or twice-over, even if only for peace of mind.
Don't laugh but it's actually cold here!
I swear! And it's not the "Oh you're a Floridian kind of cold", it's the real kind! As in, it was 39 degrees when I took my son to school Wednesday and it never warmed up and on top of that it was windy!
I think I might know how my northerner bloggy friends feel now about working out in the winter. It's a darned bugger trying to get my runs in in this frigid cold. 5 miles in 30-ish degrees?
Please warm up. Please? I beg. So that I might shalt get my runs in without frostbite.
Ok I'll stop whining. I'll just google "running in winter" and get millions upon zillions of results showing people who just run in winter, the real winter not the Florida kind, minus the whining because it's something they do. I'm gonna go do that now.
Really. Ok, maybe I'll just whine a little more..
But mommmmmm, it's cold!
In four years, when my son turns six, President Barack Obama will still be in office. If he's re-elected, President Obama will be in office until he's 10.
This is a really big deal.
Because I can't help but wonder what that will mean for the atmosphere of our country in the beginnings of my son's life and his entire generation. Because of the air of change this election will have brought and the way that people will begin to see each other.
Right now I ask my son who will become president today and he says to me simply and confidently, "Bock Bomma!" even though I am sure that he does not really know what that means. Before today, I would ask him who was president and he would say simply and confidently, "George Bush". He doesn't really know what "president" means and probably doesn't even understand the concept of "our country" and the giant physical land mass that makes up our country, not to mention that this country and land mass has a leader. But he does know our leader's name, and for now we'll just go with that.
He remembers now things that are immediate, but he doesn't necessarily commit things to long-term memory yet and scientifically I actually don't really know when that starts. So I am sure that for today, he won't remember the sea of millions standing shoulder to shoulder at the National Mall in Washington, D.C. to hear our new president take the oath of office and make promises of hope to our country and the world. He won't remember the millions of flags waving proudly and choirs singing and the wall-to-wall television coverage. He won't remember the feeling that is history-in-the-making, and the way it makes you hopeful and teary-eyed and sends chills through your body.
But when he turns 6, what he will know is that for as long as he can remember, Barack Obama has been his president. And what that will mean is monumental.
Because my hope is that my son will not know a time where the color of someone's skin determined their destiny. My hope is that he will not know a time where a difference in color actually made a difference. My hope is that he will not know a time where color determined equality. He will know about a time when it did, but not by practice. He will know about the struggle, and he does not know this yet, but he will be a part of the ending.
This week we went on a field trip.
After being sick all week, I wanted to get my poor two-year-old out of the house. He was going stir crazy anyway and it was time for some fun that didn't include ripping up book covers and dumping out entire boxes of toys just to hear the noise.
So we went to the airport.
Sounds fun, huh? I only live about 20 minutes away from it and as soon as we were getting off the exit and a plane was flying directly overheard about what felt like 10 feet above us, I knew I made the right choice. I heard a tiny excited voice coming from the backseat and gleeing and clapping and I was pretty sure it was gonna be a good time.
The boy loves planes. Loves them. Any transportation, really, like garbage trucks (and recycling trucks as he corrected me last week) and diggers and construction trucks and cranes, all of it. But he loves the airplane. The noise it makes. The wings. The air. The fact that it can go all the way to Taiwan.
So I thought maybe we'll go sit on the observation deck and watch them take off and land for a while and see if he likes that. And that's just what we did, only it was pretty cold out there and there actually wasn't that great a view, and besides, that's where all the smokers go, so we took it inside. I was starting to think it wasn't going to be that great at all, but hey, at least we got out of the house.
We wandered around to find a place where we could see the planes best, and after making a few stops we found the spot and it was money. A little tiny alcove surrounded by windows and decked out with chairs and I wheeled in the stroller carrying my one-year-old and let the older one run right up to the window and watch the planes. From where we were you could see the gate where the planes were parked and the runway was right behind it, so you could see the planes take off and then watch them as the went up up and away into the quiet blue beyond.
And a few minutes after we got there, a pilot walked up to us and gave him a shiny Delta airplane pin and that was about the greatest thing in the world (second only to seeing Daddy walk in through the door of course) and he put it on and wore it so proudly and couldn't believe that he met a "real pirate." Because "Pirates fyes panes."
And the pilot was sitting there for a while after he gave him the pin, studying some papers and eating a big shiny red apple, which also thankfully didn't go unnoticed by my two-year-old who now believes that all pilots eat apples and therefore it must too follow that he must eat "big apple" too just like the pilot. Which is alright by me, that's for sure. I could think of worse examples to follow.
And then a few minutes later, his other favorite thing walked up, a little two-year-old girl (I'll post another day about his affinity for chicks and his ladies' man ways...) and for the next hour or so they watched the planes together running excitedly from one window to another to follow its takeoff and pointing and squealing and jumping up and down.
When it was lunchtime and you could actually see the system breaking down, the tiredness beginning to set in and signs that the experience was coming to a close, we went back to the car, drove out of the parking lot where I gave the lady at the little window my two bucks for parking and thought, that was just about the best two dollars I've ever spent. And she said, "Thank you," and I said, "No. Thank YOU."
If you're looking for a cheap date with the kids and you live near an airport, I'd say take the trip. It's well worth the money.
Not too shabby for a rickety old lady! We shaved about two minutes off our Turkey Trot time even though I feel like I was running slower the whole time. I guess I would wish that I could run the 10k in the time it would theoretically take me to run two 5ks but that didn't happen (at all). But still, that's an ok time and I have to remember that I just started doing all of this so running it at all is a feat in itself. Why I have to pressure myself to do it in a certain amount of time is I guess just the competitive in me, but it was fun "picking people off" along the way. My husband would say, "OK, let's get the old guy" and we'd pass the old guy. Then we'd say "Girl in pink" and pass the girl in pink. "Girl in green" and we'd pass girl in the green, until we passed up everyone in our immediate vicinity and would start to move onto the next group. So that part of it was fun. It was 40 degrees and very windy and my hands were like tiny little icicle patties for most of the run. I didn't actually defrost until we were in the car about halfway home. Which was when I took these pictures by the way, because that's the bad thing about having someone watch the kids and going for the run by yourselves: parking too far away to have the camera handy. I loved that the run was right next door to the hotel where we had our wedding reception, especially since our anniversary is in a couple of weeks.
Oh, and you gotta love a run that provides all the runners FREE BEER at the end! We're standing there, huddled around the heating lamp thingies drinking beer. Nice.
Anyhoo, that was the run, the final one until this crazy half-marathon thing we're doing. Which is getting really close.
Hope everyone's having a great weekend!
Hi guys! The week was good, got most of my workouts in, although I had to double up on them for a couple of days, so we'll see how it translates to the scale around 8 in the morning .
Results: Up one. Bugger.
Next week: More of something and everything.
Got a 10k tomorrow morning, it's the last race scheduled in Hal Higdon's lovely half-marathon training schedule. I'm a little excited about it because my hubby and I ran 6 miles on Sunday and we had shaved about 6 minutes off the time from the Turkey Trot, so I'm psyched to see what happens tomorrow officially. It's on the beach, but it will be 40 degrees and windy so not as gorgeous as we had originally hoped, but all you northerners are probably cursing me anyway because of your below zeroes! I know, I know. Anyway, after this week the runs get to be 7 miles and 8 miles and 9 miles and then 10 miles. Can you imagine that? Me running 7 miles? And then even more than that? This is where it gets interesting and I can't wait to write about it. I have decided that the next stop after the half-marathon is going to be a triathlon. If I make it through these runs, that is. But I'm already excited about it and have begun searching for a training schedule. Anyone have one? I'm really really really excited! I don't think I'm feeling the full marathon quite yet...
Anyway, I haven't been around that much this week as you've probably noticed and I'm sorry for that. I'll write about it later, but the moral of the story is, LOCK UP YOUR MEDICINE CABINETS! BABYPROOF AND THEN BABYPROOF AGAIN! Yes, I know, big teaser. Everyone is ok, but we've had a bit of a scare here and I'm still a little shaken up about it even though it happened on Monday. Everything is ok though.
On the lighter note, how did you do? How is the training going??? Give me a little pick me up if you got it, I could use it.
XO
Good morning! Happy Day! Happy Day!
My loss for this week: 2.9 pounds! Woohoo! Woohoo!
I worked hard this week. I did all my runs, did a day each of intense arms and legs and took a spinning class.
I will tell you, there is some truth to shocking the heck out of your body by doing a bunch of reps for one set of muscles and working out another set of muscles without a break in between and going back and forth until failure. I did this with biceps/triceps, chest/back and legs and I was pretty much in pain all week but it obviously did something. I also switched things up by adding in 30 minutes of cardio on the days I weight trained so that I do 5-6 days of cardio and three days of weights. Before, I was doing three of cardio, three of weights. I'm going to keep doing this and shock my body into submission. How bout that?
How did you do this week? Do you have a renewed rejuvenation? Doesn't it feel good, by the way, to know you're not one of the masses that started on New Years, that you've already been on the wagon for a while now? That part makes me happy. I was always one of the herd headed to the gym around the New Year only to taper of and fail a few short weeks later. (Not anymore!)
I have good news!! There are sponsors coming! So make sure to keep an eye out because I think this is gonna be pretty cool!!
(This is what happens when Santa comes to muggy Florida in December)
I made shortbread cookies and drizzled them with chocolate, and baked gingerbread along with little chocolate snowman cupcakes.
I would like to know why it takes 1.2 seconds of being in a clean diaper for there to be a poo. Is the clean diaper a diuretic? Is he toying with me? Is he aware of the Guiness Book? Does he want to see how many diapers he can wear in one day? Is there a record for that?
Carry on.
Good morning peoples!
It's Monday! It's a New Year! It's so fresh and so clean clean! We had the great cleanup of '09 over the weekend in which I cleaned out closets, cleansed and purged the home of the post-holiday carnage i.e. cookies, tins of smoked sausage, etc etc, mopped floors, vaccuumed pine needles, organized...oh, the organized. I feel so fresh. And this morning, it's back to the routine that is whole grain waffles, eggbeaters and turkey sausage.
My body actually hated me for eating the not-so-good stuff and pleaded with me to return to the healthy stuff. It was bloated, it was sluggish, it's really amazing how it performs when there is the whole delicate, deliberate process of "food for fuel" thing going on as opposed to the shoveling of food in mass quantities into my piehole.
On Friday, I was up two pounds. No big deal, really (especially because I was well, er, extra bloated that day anyway because of nature) but I worked out hard on Saturday, ran my long run on Sunday and am ready to kick it up a notch from here on out. I have been getting in all my run workouts, just not all of my weight-training ones. But today is a new day. I actually scared myself because the half-marathon is less than 8 weeks away! Egad! I'm escared! But I'm excited too because I, the shy-gym-girl, am trying out new things!!! I tried spinning!! I've been rowing!!! And I love them!!!
I took a spin class and I'm making it my regular Saturday morning gig and there are also spin classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays at (ahem) 5:45 in the morning. And I am not a morning person, but I think, hmm. If I can get my workouts out of the way in the morning before my house wakes up, I won't have to panic about whether or not I'm going to get it in later. What do you think? Is it too crazy to think I'll wake up at 5ish? Do you do this?? And the rowing machine.. don't even get me started on how cool that is. I'm still not sure if I'm doing it right, but how can you do it wrong? You just row, right? But I needed to switch things up because my body's used to the same ol' same ol'. I highly recommend trying these.
So I've switched out my necklace that said "Focus" to the one that says "Discipline" because I used to have oodles of discipline and just needed to focus a little, but it's somehow my discipline has waned a little, probably because of the holidays. And I don't just need discipline for exercising, it's about the whole of my life. When discipline starts to go away, gym and exercise is just a symptom. It usually means that I'm lacking motivation in pretty much all areas and need to clean up my act. I can usually look around and see messes, piles of laundry and a fridge that needs purging/cleaning. When all these things are in disarray, going to the gym and working out just seem like work to me, and I'm carrying around the messhouse in my head throughout my workout.
My New Year's resolution is to try and stay organized this year. (For the first time ever I am not using "losing weight" for my resolution!!!) But staying organized is key to staying disciplined in other areas of my life. Only 51 weeks to go! What's your resolution???
It's the first Fat Ticker Friday of the new year! Happy 2009 everyone! First I want to say that 2008 was a blast with you and I hope 2009 will bring us closer to all our goals together! The Quest for Greatness is on and in 2009 I will do the following:
-Run a half-marathon
-wear a bathing suit without a wrap or shorts, proudly and unabashedly
-Wear a size 6
I think those goals are actually in chronological order because the half-marathon comes first, then comes beach-wearing season, followed by dropping some sizes because I think that's going to take some time. I don't know how much, but according to the trainer I met with last week, he seems to think it will take a year to get rid of my last 10 pounds. Why? Because he says I should actually lose 20 pounds, but gain 10 in muscle to drop the bodyfat percentage. Miz, you're all up on this type of thing, does that sound right? A year to do that?
Anyway, would you believe that I am all twisted and turned around that I actually forgot it was Friday? And I'm going to weigh in after breakfast because I forgot it was Friday and I already ate breakfast and the scale is always different before the breakfast than after. I didn't realize waffles weighed so much. Wouldn't it be nice if you only ever gained what your food actually weighed when it was all chewed up? So you could chew and chew and chew and chew and make it all really small and never gain anything? So my results?
This week's results: tba
Next week's goal: purge home of cookies, actually go food shopping and plan out meals and snacks for everyone, including me cookie-and-sweet-laden children. A healthy house for 2009!
And I know I've been sporatically posting lately and I hope you'll forgive me for that. It's been a really fun, really busy holiday season with all my family here and I've been away from the computer accidentallyonpurpose. But now it's all over and I'm back and ready to go. You ready to get serious now??? Let's go!
We have one event this weekend here in the Quest for Greatness!!! Natalie's got her Jiggle Butt Run on Saturday!!! Way to usher in 2009!!!! So head on over and give her some runlove!!! Good luck Natalie!!!
Oh yes, and happy 2009, Mr. Scale. I'm coming for you.
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