The mind is an amazing organ. Most of the time it works against me, sabotaging all my valiant efforts to get healthy, eat right, work out regularly, etc. But I’ve realized that I get just a few opportunities a year when my mind is weak, or maybe actually strong, whatever, something’s changing and I feel like I’m back on the fitness wagon. Realizing that this probably won’t last forever, I need to hold on and enjoy the ride while it lasts. So here I go!
I did 3 miles on the treadmill last night while watching the Miss USA pageant. Wow – I never thought I could feel so smart and pretty. Now I’m nowhere near pageant pretty, but I can put my face on and look halfway decent, but my brain? Thank God for that. Those girls, as stunningly gorgeous as they were, couldn’t put 2 coherent, intelligent sentences together. One of the finalists actually said that birth control pills were a controlled substance. Huh? She may have even been the winner! Anyway – back to my workout. Stuck with the oldie but goodie Body for Life interval cardio for the first 20 minutes, then kept a steady pace for the rest of my 45 minutes.
The other exciting piece of news for my Sunday night activities is that I was in bed ASLEEP before 10pm. That never happens. I have decided to temporarily give up facebook and actually dedicate my evenings to sleep. They say you need at least 7.5 hours of sleep each night to most effectively burn fat, so sleep has become my new best friend! Part of me wants to put on my “wall” that I won’t be back on facebook until I’m ready to post pictures of me in a bikini, but I’m not quite brave enough for that declaration just yet.
Fast forward to Monday morning. I got up at 5:30 and worked out – AGAIN! I know scary huh? Like I said, I’m just riding the wave. You never know how long my psyche is going to continue to cooperate with me, so I’m milking it for all it’s worth! This time I decided to break open the P90X tapes and do a little Core Synergistics. I kept up for the entire hour and only skipped a few exercises that I can’t stand. For those diehard P90Xers, those pesky moves would be walking push ups, the last half of steam engine and table leg raise dips. I need a few weeks under my belt before I can totally HANG. The morning workout didn’t feel as productive as my treadmill workout the night before, but I’m certain it will count for something. At the very least, it got me to examine my bare gut hanging down while doing planks. It’s like I have a third boob on my waist. Super gross and I am totally going to get rid of that ASAP! One of the benefits to working out at home is that I can wear barely nothing, which is so motivating, yet disturbing when you get to see things jiggle that are just so totally wrong! My poor husband gets to see me mid-workout when he leaves for work, and I’m not sure how he can even witness the sweaty mess that is me in a jog bra and shorts, and still be attracted to me. I’ve said it before – he’s a saint!
So the plan for the rest of the day is clean eating and another workout – already had my Myoplex Lite breakfast. Packing egg whites, whole grain English muffin, chicken breasts, melon, an apple, water and another shake for work. I’m planning to get in another treadmill workout early enough to hit the sack by 9:30. Less than 2 weeks until the pool opens – Yikes! That and a full length mirror should be all motivation I need!
Monday, May 17, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Bad but Good.
I know I wrote in a few entries back about staying positive and focusing on the good, but sometimes the bad stuff is just more interesting to talk about, and certainly more interesting for you the reader. So as a tribute to you the small handful of folks who actually read this blog, I give you some humor around a not necessarily positive experience.
In celebration of Mothers’ Day, we went to the Phillies game. We had great seats, 8 rows off of third base. My 7 year old son was so excited to be seeing his first major league game. My daughter was not really that interested in going at first, but as soon as I told her about the Phillie Phanatic, she was in, and started referring to him as Mr. Pickle. Come to think of it, I probably could have just told her there would be cotton candy and she’d be good to go. My husband is a Braves fan, so he was looking forward to seeing his team play in person of course. We decided to go up early to watch batting practice and maybe get an autograph and just take in all that a ballpark has to offer.
Game time was 1:35. At around 12:45 the camera man comes out and is talking to some folks up front. I think to myself, if my outgoing 4 year old daughter can use her wily charms on the camera man, maybe she’ll get some footage on the big screen or even on TV. So I convince her to go down and talk to him.
She heads down on one side of the aisle that’s pretty crowded, so my husband calls out to her to come back up and go around the other side. Just then she does a 180 and splat – flat on her chin on the concrete steps. What few people were in the stands this early gasped and sort of froze. My husband and I remained seated, exchanged rolling eye glances then he slowly rose to scoop her up and get her some ice at the first aid station.. You see, my darling daughter is a major clutz and is constantly falling down, and she tends to be a little over-dramatic at times, so we naturally used our low-key response as a way to ensure she didn’t freak out over a little bump on her chin.
Little did I know that the little bump on her chin would require 3 stitches. Did you know that the emergency personnel at Citizen’s Bank Park are not equipped to put in sutures? What an outrage! The game hadn’t even started yet and we had to go get stitches? Unacceptable. Turns out with a clean laceration, you can wait up to 12+ hours to get stitched. So or course we stayed until the 6th inning when her bloodiness starting seeping through her bandaid, and I felt pretty confident no one at the Park was going to give us any special treatment as a result of this unfortunate accident. When the usher had asked us for our exact section and seat numbers, I thought for sure he was going to send the Phanatic over or maybe get us some freebies. Well, besides a little Phanatic figurine (Mr. Pickle) and 2 “First Game” certificates, we got nothing. My brother is convinced that if I call management and complain we’ll get free season tickets for life.
We headed to the ER and were brought to a room right away. True to form, she kept the ER nurses amused with her post-sedation antics. Slurred speech, seeing blue everywhere, trying to show them her “Robot Dance”, and just trying to move around on the bed, falling over and cracking her head on the bedrails. She was a laugh and a half.
I must say it was a really great experience. No tears at the hospital, lots of laughs, she’s got purple “chin hairs” to play with and I got my sushi for dinner after all. Happy Mother’s Day.
In celebration of Mothers’ Day, we went to the Phillies game. We had great seats, 8 rows off of third base. My 7 year old son was so excited to be seeing his first major league game. My daughter was not really that interested in going at first, but as soon as I told her about the Phillie Phanatic, she was in, and started referring to him as Mr. Pickle. Come to think of it, I probably could have just told her there would be cotton candy and she’d be good to go. My husband is a Braves fan, so he was looking forward to seeing his team play in person of course. We decided to go up early to watch batting practice and maybe get an autograph and just take in all that a ballpark has to offer.
Game time was 1:35. At around 12:45 the camera man comes out and is talking to some folks up front. I think to myself, if my outgoing 4 year old daughter can use her wily charms on the camera man, maybe she’ll get some footage on the big screen or even on TV. So I convince her to go down and talk to him.
She heads down on one side of the aisle that’s pretty crowded, so my husband calls out to her to come back up and go around the other side. Just then she does a 180 and splat – flat on her chin on the concrete steps. What few people were in the stands this early gasped and sort of froze. My husband and I remained seated, exchanged rolling eye glances then he slowly rose to scoop her up and get her some ice at the first aid station.. You see, my darling daughter is a major clutz and is constantly falling down, and she tends to be a little over-dramatic at times, so we naturally used our low-key response as a way to ensure she didn’t freak out over a little bump on her chin.
Little did I know that the little bump on her chin would require 3 stitches. Did you know that the emergency personnel at Citizen’s Bank Park are not equipped to put in sutures? What an outrage! The game hadn’t even started yet and we had to go get stitches? Unacceptable. Turns out with a clean laceration, you can wait up to 12+ hours to get stitched. So or course we stayed until the 6th inning when her bloodiness starting seeping through her bandaid, and I felt pretty confident no one at the Park was going to give us any special treatment as a result of this unfortunate accident. When the usher had asked us for our exact section and seat numbers, I thought for sure he was going to send the Phanatic over or maybe get us some freebies. Well, besides a little Phanatic figurine (Mr. Pickle) and 2 “First Game” certificates, we got nothing. My brother is convinced that if I call management and complain we’ll get free season tickets for life.
We headed to the ER and were brought to a room right away. True to form, she kept the ER nurses amused with her post-sedation antics. Slurred speech, seeing blue everywhere, trying to show them her “Robot Dance”, and just trying to move around on the bed, falling over and cracking her head on the bedrails. She was a laugh and a half.
I must say it was a really great experience. No tears at the hospital, lots of laughs, she’s got purple “chin hairs” to play with and I got my sushi for dinner after all. Happy Mother’s Day.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Mother May I
May is one of my favorite months of the year. The rain and cold give way to longer sunny days. I get to spend more time outside enjoying the weather. This is also around the time each year that I start to get serious about my diet and exercise regimen. The bathing suit season is right around the corner, and even though I can get away with not swimming at our health club with the kids for now, once the outdoor pool opens, I gotta get in and play.
So it's another infamous Sunday night. I've sent my husband out to Wawa for some Ben & Jerry's. I'll eat a pint tonight and get serious tomorrow.
What's been going on since January you ask? I've spent a few days at Disney with the family, gained 5 pounds, still not smoking, got some botox, made some new friends, ditched some other ones, tried not to spend money on things we don't need, been ice skating a few times, put the family cat to sleep, went to the Westminster Dog show with my father and my 2 kids, met my newborn nephew who lives in NJ, spent Easter at the beach, watched WAY too much television, spent too much time on my Macbook both working AND playing, turned 37, got a sunburn, got a Droid, laughed a lot, cried a little. Best of all I'm enjoying my life and not complaining.
Now I'm going to try and update at least once a week. I may just publish my weight and workouts, or I may have something clever or interesting to say. We'll have to wait and see.
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