Well, it's been a rather lackluster several weeks.
I've been kicking around and was doing great up until a couple of weeks ago.
1) I kind of ran out of things to say on here...yes, I know, that's lame, but I guess if I'm going to write something, for me, it has to be more than just the fact that I weighed in, and ate...something.
2) my fridge broke. Again, yes, I know, that's lame. However, everything was freezing, and it's rather hard to keep veggies and stuff in there if they keep freezing. It had been broken for a couple of weeks, until I was able to get someone in here in the evening to look at it. As of Thursday, it's fixed. Yeah....
3) I haven't had a laptop for a bit. I spend far too much time on this beast anyway, but the break was good.
So today I volunteered at a half marathon for Hospice. It was an absolutely gorgeous day. I dragged my rather unwilling and grumpy teenager with me. He has to have 40 volunteer hours to graduate, and what better time to start than now, in his first year! Plus, volunteering at a marathon is pretty easy, fun, he sees the results of his volunteering immediately. And you get a free tshirt
Honestly though, some of those runners take it wayyyyyyyyy too seriously. I actually had a lady YELL at me because I handed her the cup IN THE WRONG HAND. It seriously must be a cardinal sin for her to use her left hand. Here I am at 8:30 in the morning, on my own time, and you're yelling at me because I'm on the wrong side of the path? Sheesh. I'm on the right side of the path for most people, just not you!
Also, why is it that runners always look like they're in so much pain? It really doesn't look that enjoyable for 99% of the people. They're gasping and wheezing and sweating buckets. Oh boy, get me on that bandwagon.
Anyway, it's done and now I have a new tshirt for bed.
In 2 weeks I volunteer for some sort of thing for the food bank. One of my company's vendors is putting in a team for this fundraiser, and apparently there are different sorts of activities. I have no clue what's involved, but it sounds fun. Then, the next day I drag son #1 again to volunteer at the CIBC Run for the Cure. I've told him that he has to wear a pink tshirt. He's freaking out a bit about that, so I'm not going to tell him the truth until they hand him the normal, non-pink shirt. Bwahhh haaaa haaaa. Should be a busy weekend!
Not a whole heckuva lot new around here. I'm back on the Atkins bandwagon next week, and back to the gym as well. I'll need the stress relief. There's going to be an icky poo change in my office, so I imagine that will lead to people quitting, or manslaughter. I'm pretty sure it will be the former, but you never know!!!
oh...one thing. I just finished reading the best book EVER. I picked it up at Costco, and it's really unlike anything I normally would read, but am I ever glad I did. It's called The Book of Negroes, by Lawrence Hill. It's about the slave trade from Sierra Leone to the southern USA, and how some slaves went to Nova Scotia, and then 1200 of them were able to move back to Sierra Leone and formed a town called Freetown. It's written in the voice of a fictional slave girl, but is based on true events. I read all 470 pages in 2 days and found it fascinating.
Anyhoo...that's it for today. I hope you're all doing well, especially you, GinnyWeasley!
Why does it have to go so quickly? I know the expression, "all good things must come to an end", but why does time have to speed UP when you're away from the office? I'm pretty sure I didn't enter an alternate universe where time goes by at one and a half speed, and I'm certainly not singing the "Time Warp" song from the Rocky Horror movie.
It's not like I've been incredibly busy, either. I've just really been enjoying doing, mostly, a whole lotta nothing. Nothing is good. Nothing calms my brain. I haven't read my usual book allotment...not even close.
So far we've succeeded in going to see a movie (The Dark Knight). Very good, and, on the advice of a good friend, I'm going to see it again on a bigger screen. Alas, our fair city decided it was a good idea to scrap our IMAX theater. Tomorrow, we're going to see Wall E.
We also had a bit of an electrical emergency the other day. Just a teensy bit scary.....ok....a lot scary. I went to the family room to wake my son, who feels the couch is his new bed. And there was no power at all in that room. odd.... I knew I didn't have any spare fuses, so I left it for a while and did some errands and bought new fuses (yes, we live in an older house without circuit breakers).
So, after we got the fuses, my son stood guard while I put one in. As soon as I did, there was a pop, and my son screamed for me to get upstairs. There was smoke everywhere, and it was coming from an outlet that I didn't even know existed. Strange, because it's not like there's an abundance of them in this house. I had a mini freak out, and promptly called my dad. Freakout because of what could have happened if there had been more flames, and we were NOT home. Also, because electricity scares me.
I'm a very handy girl, and I have to be with just the boys and I in our house (sometimes I wonder why i didn't buy a condo instead of a house). I can tackle plumbing, drywall, construction and all kinds of stuff, but the thought of electrocution preys on my feeble little mind. Mostly, because I can remember one day in grade 6 (there were other things I remember too, T) when I reached out to touch a light switch that was missing a plate. I got a rather large shock. Also, I carry a charge. I get shocks from everything, even on the most humid day of the year, or even when it's raining. I get shocks from cars, walls, and even PLANTS. My boys delight in rubbing their feet and shocking me. However, since I get so many shocks every day, they seem to get worse with time, and are usually quite painful.
I could only imagine the shocks I'd get now from wiring.
So, my dad explained that the problem was likely a faulty outlet, and I'd have to replace it, or have an electrician come do it, and that would cost me plenty. I decided to do it on my own. I armed myself with the appropriate tools, and turned off the power to the entire house. I was shaking, and sweating buckets, but I did it. I took the old outlet out, and reattached the new one (my son can take 1/2 credit for this). And now that I know what to do, I can do the rest of the 2 prongers in the house.
I'm very proud of me. I gave myself a little pat on the back. But I put the toolbox away for another time. I'll do the rest later.
The kids and I also had a very good day shopping in Michigan. It's about an hour away door to door, including border wait times if it's reasonable. And oh my gosh, the deals!!!! I don't know why I ever buy clothing here. It's just insane the difference there. Also, shoes!! I bought 2 pairs of sneakers, and a pair of imitation Uggs at Target for $24.99. I thought they were cute, but my only pair of winter boots has had a hole in the sole for 2 years and I hadn't seen anything I liked. And since this is Canada, with snow, I needed the boots:)
I haven't made it to the gym like I wanted. Maybe tomorrow. If not tomorrow, then I'll go on the weekend. I've been active for the most part, but I really need a good workout.
I'm very curious to see how I did over the past week, although I can see a difference in my pants. I was running across the street today and they almost fell down. Knowing me, they would have ended up around my ankles, and I really would have made a scene, and it would be on YouTube tomorrow.
And I've lost weight in my feet. Yes, you read correctly....my feet. That's the weirdest thing ever. I wonder if it's the low carb? Cause that's never happened before, and it's certainly not touted as being one of the side benefits of a low carb life.
Losing weight in my feet is not high on my list of priorities though...somewhat like my back, and my butt, and those are all the areas where I've lost first. Kinda frustrating.
That's what my friend, Tom said about Ribs. Truer words could not be said.
Why, am I writing about Ribs? Well, it's the annual Rib Fest here. It supports the Boys and Girls club, and is one of the largest Rib Fests in North America, from what I've heard. Who knows though, they could say it's the largest in the world, and I'd likely believe them. Googling Rib Fests is not high on my list of priorities.
So, I'm on holidays now. I started today, and it's also a long weekend here in old Canuck land, so I took today off and all next week. I haven't had a holiday since last September, but that's a whole other story for another day.
Anyhoo, I enjoyed sleeping in a little bit, and I sat outside with the paper this morning and read it from cover to cover. Delicious....no, I didn't eat the paper, silly, it was delicious to relax outside before it got too hot.
I woke up the vampires, otherwise known as my teenagers, and was only successful in getting one out of his coffin and into the sunlight. He and I went first to get him a haircut, because obviously staying up till all hours has increased his follicle activity. He at least looks like a boy again. I'm not one for the skater boy haircuts, or lack of them. Then, we went to my office, where I had to finish up a couple of last minute things (as if working till 8 last night wasn't enough), and then we walked to the Rib Fest.
It takes place in this beautiful park downtown, and of course they completely spoil it by having all the necklace, towel and blanket vendors, and the fried bread, or whatever it's called, not to mention all of the extremely wild and ugly Rib....things. Fortunately we got there after 200 so it was dead. You could only hear the delightful sounds of the vendors screaming at you to buy their ribs.
So, we didn't.
Nope, we chose pulled pork on a bun instead. You get a whole lotta meat that's shredded so finely it almost looks pre-chewed. Sounds gross, but it's not. They coat it in their BBQ sauce. It was $6 for one of those, or....get this.... $23 for a rack of ribs. Yikes!!! I mean I know it's for charity, but I think a whole lot more people would go if the prices were somewhat reasonable. Regardless, we enjoyed our brief, boiling in the sun hot, time in the park.
Plus, it's within my plan...kinda sorta, if you squint your eyes really tightly. Yes, the BBQ sauce has sugar, and that's a no-no, but that was the first thing I ate all day, and there was only a bit of sauce so I can't imagine it had more than 20g of carbs.
And I've decided to be a really good girl this vacation (vacation, holidays, same diff). The trainer at my gym asked if I'm going to be coming to the gym on my holidays, and I think I must have had a blank look on my face. It didn't even occur to me. I guess I've compartmentalized the gym as being associated with work, because it's in my office building. And then I thought, yes, I am going to work out during my holidays.
I've told her I really need to ramp things up. I'm working like crazy now, and I'm really pleased with my progress, but I need to do MORE. Jenni said that we'll try some interval training next week, and maybe increase the resistance. My muscles are getting sore just thinking about it.
Jenni has truly been the reason why I've been so successful this time at the gym. She works out alongside me, provides encouragment, and makes sure I keep up the pace. Now I know why people pay big bucks for this sort of thing. However, I really feel that Jenni cares...and I think that's unusual.
So thanks, Jenni!!!!
oh oh oh...guess what I found???
I'm a dark chocolate freak. I don't eat a lot of chocolate, far from it. But when I do, it has to be the extra bittersweet, super dark stuff. And I don't mean that Hershey crap. I like Lindt, or Ghiardelli, or some others. I usually eat one square at a time, and the bar can stay in the fridge for months. So anyway, I found that Lindt makes this chocolate bar made with chiles. I had a piece and it's very good. The chocolate taste seems to be enhanced by the spiciness of the chili pepper. Yummy. And since my mouth is burning, I can only have 1/2 a piece.
I feel like the title of today's blog should be a broadway song and dance performance or something. Guys in top hats, girls in high heels...
So, yesterday was kind of a strange day. I had a good sleep-in due to being up late on Friday night talking to a friend (you know who you are). I stumbled out of bed, tripped on the fatdog and almost ended up head first in the tub. I had my shower, and somehow made it out of there alive without severing, um...my ankle bone (since I don't shave my wrists). I always feel a little groggy when I sleep late. Hmmmm I also feel sick to my stomach after i have a nap....obviously sleep doesn't like me.
Anyway... I had a few errands to do, so off I went on my trusty steed, well, it's actually a jeep, but my "trusty steed" sounds better. And wouldn't it be cool to see me galloping down the street to the grocery store? I wonder if I'd make the papers, or maybe become real famous and make it on youtube :)
But, I digress, as I've been known to do (damn that ADD). Anyhoooooo... the grocery store. Holy macaroni, what in the hell was i thinking, going on a Saturday morning. Every single mom brought every single one of her kids, so it's like one cart with 5 stowaways hanging on for dear life. The aisles aren't that wide to begin with, but people...it's just like the highway. If your vehicle is in distress, or you have to have a pee, or pick up a bottle of ketchup, please pull your vehicle over to the shoulder of the road. If you leave said vehicle in the middle of the highway, or grocery aisle, PEOPLE CAN'T GET PAST. And you'll hear lots of sighing and hemming and hawing (what's hawing anyway) from ME. And if I'm really feeling aggressive, I might actually call out "excuse me".. The carts, sadly, don't come equipped with air horns.
So after I punched, clawed and bit my way out of that torture chamber called Superstore, I went home to make a salad for a BBQ.
This is a very labour intensive salad, mostly, well, because I'm a freak. it's a broccoli, cauliflower salad, but it's got a whole lot of delicioiusness in there. It's low carb for all you sugar free people, but, unfortunately, not very friendly to the WW people out there (sorry). I use an entire head of broccoli and cauliflower, and one yellow pepper. I chop those up extremely fine (like in pieces of less than a cm wide....hence the freakishness). Then, I add chopped bacon, shredded cheddar, mayo (not the low fat stuff), lemon juice, and a bit of splenda. I let it sit for a while to let the flavours blend. People can't believe that this strange combination sounds good, but they were running up for seconds.
So we got to the BBQ about an hour after it was supposed to start. The weird thing is, there were no cars there. Odd, thought I. So, we turned around and sat in the beer store parking lot for a while. I truly find it amazing how many beer bottles people must keep in their house judging from the cases and cases and cases coming out of these vehicles. I swear it was like a clown car parade. I should have brought some popcorn and made a day of it.
Eventually we made our way back to the BBQ, and I was reminded of the clown car thing again, because there were 4 cars there, but a ton of people already. Strange. Snactvities everywhere, but I behaved. I brought my trusty water bottle and Crystal Lite.
Then the food started to come out.
Holy Mother of God, you should have seen it. Hamburgers, Hotdogs, salads, including <cough> this amazing looking broccoli/cauliflower one, devilled eggs, nachos & that good nacho dip. I ended up having a bunless burger, and a bunless hotdog, some of the broc/caul salad, a devilled egg and I guess that's it. I was stuffed after that though.
I should write a column about my love for devilled eggs....
The desserts followed, each as fabulous looking as the next.
Now the whole point of this is, that since I've been sugar-free, stuff like that doesn't bother me anymore. I eat what I know I'm able to eat, and know that if I have any of the rest, I'll get sick. And I don't have carb cravings anymore.....gone, poof.
Also, I'm rarely hungry. I eat because I have to, and most of the time I just kind of force it down. I didn't eat all day yesterday, and nothing yet today. I know that's something I need to work on though.
So, all in all, a good day. I think I'm going to go boil some eggs. My son is a devilled egg freakazoid too, so I may make some of those :)
I could have sworn that they make a baaaaa sound. And not an oink oink.
The restaurant where I had lunch today must have gotten their animal sounds confused when I asked for a PORK souvlaki, and instead, got LAMB. Oink good, Baa bad. Say that 5 times fast.
Now, to give them credit, I did not make animal sounds when I ordered said souvlaki. Nor, did I bring my flashcards, or my Speak n Spell, or march the animals into the patio and do a show and tell.
I don't like lamb. I don't like the smell of it, or the taste of it, and wool makes me itchy.
I didn't want to make a big deal out of it because it was a birthday lunch, but at least the waiter could have apologized......um....nope, didn't happen.
Nothing terribly exciting today. I haven't been to the gym in a week though. Monday I was too busy, Tuesday I was out of town for work, Wednesday I had a lunch with a couple of friends, and Thursday, I forgot my gym stuff at home. Well, it was actually in my car, and I've seen it about 85 times, but I was convinced that I'd left it at home. There is obviously a name psychologically for what that's called, but since I left my Psychology degree in my other pants, we'll just have to call it a "thing". Is that alright with you? As long as it's not called a "thingie", cause that could mean something else entirely...I think.
But back to the gym....well...<snort>, not really back to the gym, because, well...you know, I've forgotten the way. Anyhoodles, next week I'm going to try to go every single day. ....except for Friday, cause, on Friday....
I'M ON HOLIDAYS!!!!!
Insert backflips here, or somersaults, or even just rolling around the floor, ok...crawling....it's all about your own physical ability. This is a blog for all shapes and sizes and abilities
I haven't figured out what I'm going to do on my holidays (or vacation, for my American friends). I'm thinking of a whole lotta nothing, with some lazing around, and sloth thrown in there for variety. Well, maybe not the sloth, because that probably involves not showering and rolling in some sand or something. And while I've climbed the tree in my front yard (don't clap, it was just one branch), hanging from it from my toenails would be a different matter. I'd wreck my most beautiful new pedicure, and piss off the maniacal squirrels.
As an aside, because as you know, I have a limited attention span (aka ADD)...the squirrels. I was telling a friend, T, about these lovely little creatures the other night. They're evil. I have these two adirondacks outside under the big honking tree, and occasionally I like to sit on said chairs, as one does, um, on chairs. Anyway, the other night I was sitting minding my own business, not bothering anyone (except maybe the squirrels), and all of a sudden a walnut dropped on my head. You have never seen someone get up so fast. I looked up and the squirrel had an evil look on his face and he was sitting on the branch immediately above my head. Ok, he didn't have an evil look, I imagined that...isn't that called transferance? They also like to drop branches on my head. And they yell at me. I must be on their flight path or something...sheesh. I wonder if there's squirrel therapy....for the squirrels, not for me.
So back to my holidays...I may take the kidlets to Michigan for some shopping for school. My eldest will be wearing a uniform for high school this year. I think he forgot ....hehehehehe. What's not so hehehehe is the cost of these uniforms. $49 for a pair of khaki pants???? If they're logoed I'm going to learn how to make a logo myself.
Once I sewed an IZOD alligator on a polo shirt. I did! Looked pretty good too. Oh those were the days, when I had the disposable income to wear Ralph Lauren Polo shirts, Nike canvas shoes, and any other designer label that the media or magazines told me was cool. Cause it's not about making a decision on your own when you're a teenager, remember?
Maybe I'll take them to the beach too. We go to this amazing little beach about 40 minutes outside town. It has a port, and sometimes we're the only people on the beach. It's very nice. I much prefer that to one of the huge busy beaches. I don't think the kids agree, but tuff.
Well, time to sign off. Hope everyone has a great weekend.
So, yesterday was my birthday......thanks.....oh stop! Please hold your applause until the show is over.
I'm older than I like to admit, so I'm just going to stick with 29. Is that alright with you? k.
I was a very busy beaver most of the day. My ($*#&#^@^@ *#*#^#^#^#^2@ #&$^@*#& dishwasher is broken, and with 2 teenagers in the house, there were a pile of glasses and dishes to be done. I had to empty the entire dishwasher and wash by hand. But seriously, you should check out my lovely Palmolive hands....hehe.
I also sat outside for a while reading the paper, and finishing off a book and a magazine. Ok, maybe it was more than a while. And I did get lots of exercise, because fatdog wanted in, he wanted out, he wanted in, he wanted out, he wanted in....and lather, rinse, and repeat. Holy crap i wish he would just make up his walnut sized mind.
Then, I decided to make some Oopsie Rolls. Other sugar free fabulous people will know exactly what I'm talking about. They are the most amazing thing for sugar free people, since, well, sliced bread! They're made with egg whites, egg yolk, and cream cheese. They end up like a very firm meringue, and you can use them like bread, or like a hamburger bun.
After they were done, I celebrated by having 2 sandwiches. mmmmm sandwich. Then, I took a couple over to my mom's house so I could have a hamburger.
I have to make some more today, because the recipe only makes 6 at a time, and since it's meringue, I didn't want to double up. Plus, I'm going out of town on business on Tuesday so I'll need to bring a sandwich. I have to take the train....economy class...so there is no eating. I'm not very happy about having to take economy class, let me tell you. If I'm being sent out of town at 600 in the morning, and don't return until 730 at night, i think I should go first class. Plus, they don't pay for any meals. I've always gone first class before, and the one good thing about it is the special waiting room, and preferred boarding. The meals are also great, but hey. I think I'm going to complain about this for a while :)
It's not that warm outside right now. More rain again yesterday and today. I think this has been the wettest summer in years. It's nice not to have to water, but a little sunshine would be welcome, especially since we have 6 months of cold coming soon enough. I wonder what it would be like to live in a climate where there is no snow. I think I could handle that as long as the summers weren't so hot that you burst into flames.....kinda like Florida in August. Yeah, that's when my ex and I went on our honeymoon. Obviously the love fumes fried our brains, because no sane person should go to Florida in August. We'd go on the beach and I could actually hear my skin sizzling....kind of like a snap, crackle, pop. Or was that my cereal digesting?
Anyhoodles, I should run to the grocery store to get some parchment paper for my Oopsies. It's 2PM and the teens are still sleeping. They're turning into vampires. Wonder if I should be worried?
hope everyone has a fantastic week!
p.s. No, I didn't have any birthday cake at my mom's. She had one, and everyone else enjoyed it. Strange thing though, it didn't bug me in the slightest!
So, I weighed myself this morning and I'm down a grand total of 9.5 lbs. Not bad for 2 weeks.
The good news is, I can really tell I've lost weight in my back, and on my butt. I've definitely got the ole saggy butt thing going in my pants. I'm ok with that though.
However, what i'm not ok with, is why the heck would I lose weight first in my back, and then my butt? That should just go against the laws of nature or something. Sheesh...my back???? "Oh, you've got SUCH a slim back., Susie". "Why thank you Wilma, I do my back crunches every single day".
ARGHHHHHHHH.
I have a flat butt to begin with. I need a BIGGER butt. And while my back was definitely in need of some toning, I should think that Mr. Stomach was more in need of that. Oh well. It will all come off eventually, and I'm sure I'll have a six pack back, and the flattest bum this side of.....um......gee..... There's no really good end to that one-liner is there?
Wanna hear something really cool? I knew you would....see, you're just all attentive and nice that way :)
I was on facebook (aka crack for middle age moms) last night. I was seriously bored, and thought I'd look through some of the networks for my old hometown. I moved to London 21 years ago. I have only really kept in contact with a couple of friends, one who still lives there, and another who lives in Ottawa. Anyhoo, I was looking through this network, and lo and behold, there's a guy that I had the hugest crush on in grade 6. He was blonde and I thought he was cute, and very smart. I was likely one of the most shy people in that class, but somehow we ended up "going together". Well, for grade 6, that basically means you just talk, or maybe just even avoid each other altogether. There is no "going" anywhere. We lost track, and that was it. So, I sent him a quick message, basically saying just, "remember me". And we've been emailing long emails back and forth since yesterday. I now live 800 miles away from home, but he can top that, as he is living in Los Angeles. It's fun just to compare notes. There may be a 25 year reunion next year (gasp). I'm thinking I may go.
cool beans, huh?
Not much else new to report, other than I had a brutal workout today. Brutal as in good 'n' sweaty. I think I'm going to lower the intensity and up the time.
And....I have a gazelle gathering dust here too. If I had half a brain i'd get on that thing at night. Well, if I had half a brain I wouldn't be this size in the first place.
Hope everyone's having a great week!
p.s. oh oh oh....Ginny, you'll be so proud of me! I went to Starbucks, and actually talked....yes TALKED with the baristas there. The place was dead, so that helped. I explained that I can't have any sort of sugar, including what's found in milk, and I wanted an iced type beverage. I wanted a frappuccino, but the first girl said I couldn't, because the mix for that is already pre made. So, I got a cafe americano, with sf vanilla syrup. It definitely needs to be cut with some cream, and needs more syrup. But it's good. The 2nd girl said yes, I could have the frappuccino, but ask for a coffee frap with sugar free syrup and cream and a shot of espresso. Cool, huh??? what I really want is a Tim Horton's ice cap, but theirs is made totally from a mix, so I figured Starbucks would be better. And surprise of all surprises, it's actually cheaper than Tim's. So, I'm going to locate the email address for that store, and tell them how nice they were, and how helpful the girls were.
Holy moly, I just had a look at the counter on my blog, and almost 2000 people have viewed my blog! And if you're reading this, you've probably pushed it to 2000. How wild is that? Now, most of those fall under my first 3 entries that I made last year before I completely lost all rational thought and went off plan, and pretended the blog didn't exist. But still....cool!
So that means 2000 people are enjoying my fabulousness.
So (I like to use that word alot...notice?)..... I was reading something about Starbucks. They're the company that I love to hate, because they're soooooo superior. They gave me a hard time when I first went in there and didn't know "the lingo". sheesh. All I wanted was a bloody large, normal, coffee. You'd think I'd have asked the girl to scratch out her own eyeballs. I got a scathing...and I mean SCATHING reply back about Venti, and Grande, and Gluteus Maximus, I think she even threw a Pontius Pilate in there for fun.
Anyway, I went on their website to see about the stores that are closing. Not that I give a flip flop, but I was bored. They're not even closing any stores in Canuck land. I thought i'd see if there was something, anything, delicious on their menu that I could try.
Not sure if that will take you to the correct place, but this delicious concoction is called a Mint chocolaty chip frappuccino blended cream with chocolate whipped cream. OMG!
Now obviously this is not something I could remotely even consider, but if I knew that they had stuff like that, I may not have held out in my boycott for so long. I'd probably also weigh 500 lbs, but I digress...
What I can, apparently order, if I have a spare $12 or something, is a vanilla latte with sugar free syrup, made with heavy cream. I guess there are other things I have if I'm brave enough to order them. We'll see.
So today i went to my private gym....er....I mean the gym downstairs in my office. It was completely empty today. Very strange. My workout was harder today because I didn't turn on the tv, and didn't have any other distractions. I did, however, have my mp3 player and I definitely upped the intensity of my workout. I was only able to go for about 14 minutes, but I was moving. I am going to ramp it down a bit, because I think it's better to go for longer. At least I think so, what the heck do I know.
I do know, that I felt like I was going to spontaneously combust down there. Good thing they have showers.
I'm too freaking lazy. Just the thought of cooking makes me all whiny and I turn into a 2 year old. It's just a phase, I know. I've been eating on plan, but just doing stuff I can nuke. And it's getting boring. My friend Christine was telling me today about making a steak with mushrooms and onions, and I left a puddle of drool on the floor. But do you think that would have motivated me to make some too? Nope.
I need a personal chef, and a housekeeper. And a poolboy. Yes, I know I don't have a pool. Details details.
Tomorrow my office is sending us 45 minutes away to another one of our offices for a meeting. What a bloody waste of time. It's going to be less than an hour. Why can't we conference in? What a waste of time to be out of the office for half the day. GRRRRRR.
Maybe there will be a starbucks on the way
oh, speaking of the office, today my friend Michelle came in with her adorable baby, Holly. I work with Michelle's husband, but used to work with Michelle at my last company (small industry). She's now finished her 1 year maternity leave and has decided to stay home with Holly. How nice is that? Holly is very lucky to have such great parents. And if she'd let me, I would have squeezed those cheeks!
I did something today that you're not supposed to do. I went to Costco. No, that's not what you're not supposed to do..... I went to pick up a few things, which always ends up being $100 of a few things. I bought this adorable tshirt. it's a golf shirt style, but in that light meshy performance stuff. I loved it! And it's too small. It will be one of my goal tshirts.
Because, repeat after me:
I am going to reach my goal.
very good. You're all excused. Please exit this blog in a neat and orderly fashion. Don't forget to turn on your cell phones and pagers.
Yep, I'm still rolling high on the victory of the evil instrument of torture, the elliptical. I feel like when I'm done I should take my trusty sword and slay the beast.
Now pause a minute and try to get a mental image of that.
I can see the headlines now:
Overweight mom brings sword to gym, terrorizes patrons, and attacks elliptical machine. Score: mom 1 / elliptical 0
yep yep yep, I have a vivid imagination. These are the crazy things that go through my head when I'm in the gym. I'm still not enjoying it, don't be crazy now!!! But, I am enjoying how I feel afterwards. Tired, but reallly good. My aches and pains are gone. I can live without the sweaty part. I can also live without the dash of shame from the shower to the lockers. No, I'm not one of those preening women who stands there naked and puts on their makeup. What is with them anyway? Do i really want to see your bodacious ta tas and your you know what? I feel like giving them a good thunk on the head.
So I lost another pound and a half since Friday. Yeahhhh me. I'd lose more if I would just be a regular girl, if you know what I mean. I mean, come ON...3 days? That's what nasty ole carbs will do for you...they make you regular. My body hasn't settled down yet. I need to eat some more healthy fats, i think.
My dog is snoring up a storm beside me, and I can hardly think. If I wanted a snoring and farting beast, I would have kept the husband.... ta da da.
oh oh oh...I drank 3 litres of water today. I think I was at work, but they must have changed the location of my desk to the bathroom.....weird.
Well, off to my second home (guess). Hope everyone has a great week !
Yes, you heard me correctly! 23 Minutes was the amount of time I spent on the elliptical (aka the instrument of torture).
Yes!!! Me, lil ole me (well, not little, but it's an expression, c'mon) was able to stay on for 23 fantabulous excruciating minutes.
The gym angel (aka the trainer Jenni) said she was going to work out beside me again. And I was right, the sneaky little devil ....hmmmmm....seems she wears two hats...... anyway, I cornered her, which isn't too hard to do considering she was kind of occupied on instrument of torture # 2, and said "you're trying to distract me, aren't you". And, she said "YEP". Well, it sure worked. All the gabbing we did made me forget about the time.
And you're right, the first 5 minutes are tough, but then there's a lull where I can't feel my legs, so I keep going. So either that means it's getting easier, or there are more serious issues in my life :). Whatever, I stayed on it, doggonit! And then 5 minutes turned into 15, and once I hit 15 I thought, well, it's easy, I'm going to go for 20, and before I knew it, it was 23. I would have kept going, but I had to get back to work. Really...I did.
Plus, we had a fire alarm go off at work first thing this morning, so we had to walk down 15 floors and my legs were already a little jiggly.
Oh, I'm also down another pound. Will the wonders never cease. Oh, yeah, I also had an insured (i'm a claims dweeb) send me this incredibly gorgeous edible fruit bouquet. I shared it with the office. It really made my day because we don't get recognized, ever. That's the end of the wonders :)
My eating is going really well. I haven't been off plan once, and I'm drinking tons of water. Well, not really tons, cause I didn't drink water beforehand, but I'm drinking 2 litres. That's pretty good. I think if I went higher right now I'd probably have to move my desk into the bathroom.
So, even though I'm only down 6.5 lbs, my pants feel like I've lost about 12 or so. That's the thing with me and low carb. I lose a lot more inches than lbs, especially at the beginning.
