Sunday, June 07, 2009
I am just checking in with you on a very fast basis today. The Red Sox are playing, and the game has just started. Let me begin with my morning: I go to a wonderful Sunday Morning Breakfast Meeting, have 2 poached eggs, one slice of whole wheat toast, water and coffee. I even use my knife and fork to peel the little stingy orange slice they put on my plate. The meeting was great and very inspirational, and later I go to Costco. I need to get eggs, potatoes for DH and some weed killer. I pause where they have set up a sausage tasting booth. They have about 8 different sausages to taste, but I am concious of what my goal is, so I only try two that I am truly interested in. I am looking for a good sausage to add to Italian food. So I pick the garlic with guyere cheese, and move on. This was a major success! I purposely avoid all the other food traps they have laid out for me, get my stuff and boogie right along, very pleased with by-passing all the pitfalls. Then I notice I am doing something I have never done before. Blame it on those cardio instructors and the dance teacher! I am deliberately TUCKING MY BUTT and feeling my ab crunches working! I mean, I am standing and walking properly for the first time since about 9th grade. I think of myself as a model on the runway............pelvis first.............and feel how different it feels. So I continue my regal way of walking. Now get up off the floor and stop that laughing!! You think I don't know what you are doing? HA. I can see you, you know! Anyway, once you dry your eyes and begin to read again, you can read that I am regally walking toward the exit, and then I notice that I cannot walk this way fast. I have to do it slo-o-o-o-wly. I don't know why, but that is the only way i can do it. Weird. So I get home, put DH's laundry from his trip in the washer, and write to you. I am also playing with the idea of scheduling a day off from the workouts. Sunday is my choice (perhaps because today is Sunday??), but I won't take a day off the nutrition part. I am talking about taking a day off to see what it is like. But that is a scary thing, too, since one day off can and has before, ruined my determination. I definitely feel that any time the Red Sox are playing and I can watch the game, all else must go on the back burner. I mean, is there EVER anything more important than watching Jacoby Ellsberry?? What a cutie! I am off to watch the game. And it's root toot toot for my favorites!
Saturday, June 06, 2009
Weigh in day. I knew it would be good because of how I feel and look. Sure enough, 2 pounds were missing, along with 4.05 inches. That's right. 4.05. I will take the measurements to the smallest possible milimeter to keep myself motivated. So what do I do today with my new body? I wreck it. I go to find a video to work out with, and come up with a couple. So I begin with this step thing. Not too bad, until the instructor starts saying "okay, now we are going to speed it up." All the while, I thought I was a speeding turtle, and she says to speed it up some more? I suspect this is not one of my friends leading me down this path of self destruction. So I try to keep up, finish the video and move on to video 2, the Cardio Dance Introduction. This one is more fun, I do my own jiggly thing, then it is over. Okay. I am in the mood to dance. So flip on the Cardio Dance I. Starts out okay, and I am having fun. Then the music gets louder and more obnoxious, and the moves get a bit more detailed. I am still kind of having fun. Then the instructor tells me that if I lose my place, or don't "get" the moves she wants me to do, that it is okay, and I can just do my thing, as long as I keep moving. Now this is LIBERTY! I keep moving and lumbering around, lumbering 2 pounds less, I might add, and I am mixing up her moves with movement of my own. Sometimes I actually get into a rhy thm, and sometimes I do the frog in the blender routine. But move I do. Now she is telling me to go faster. FASTER?? I have been moving like a whirling dervish, and she wants FASTER?! This is not heading in a good direction. So I step up my movements, get all confused because she wants the legs, butt, tummy, hips, feet, and arms all moving in some kind of organized routine. When I move my arms, I don't know where my feet are, and when I concentrate on my butt movements, I don't move my arms or legs. She's calling out all these moves, and I am getting into all kinds of weird positions, wondering how to get out of them. And of course, she says "Good! Now we will pick up the pace again!" like it is some kind of treat. I get over half way through this nightmare when it ocurrs to me that I can stop the video when ever I want to. So I do about three more minutes, trying valiantly and invainly to keep up with her. So I just start my cool down moves. She raises the rap music to a cresendo, and I now feel that she and I must part. So I go over, click off that video, and find one on cooling down stretches. Turn it on. It begins nicely, with just doing stretches. Then it gets into this routine thing. I mean, what is so damn special about ROUTINES?? Why not just stand and stretch? And why do I have to stretch ALL those muscles, when they have been living in my body very quietly all these years?? But I stretch. And then I stretch further. Then I realize my fingers are touching the floor, something I haven't been able to do for years. Now I am okay. I now like this video. I like the instructor, and I like being able to touch the floor with my fingers. That is a good thing! Oh, and guess what. I did NOT pig out on the pie last night. I had one piece...the right portion...with a little vanilla ice cream (it was all fabulous) and got up and did the dishes. I didn't go over my allotted point thing, and I feel good. Today I will quilt. Today I will have pie again. That is a good thing to look forward to. And I will be sure to have ice cream, too. So there.
Friday, June 05, 2009
I have been so good about keeping up with the workouts that it is actually beginning to show!! I mean, I can actually SEE where the inches are fewer, and I don't feel like I am "lugging" my body around so much. My attitude is fun, my body is moving so much better, and I feel good and proud. Okay, okay, enough bragging. DH is coming home today. He has been gone since Monday, and I am looking forward to seeing him. I started to wonder how I could make his homecoming special, and of course, like all of us, my thoughts went immediately to FOOD! Off I go to get some fresh Salmon. While at our little neighborhood market/garden store, I spy the very nice green garlic stalks and bulbs. HA! I have some of those in the garden!! Then I cruise past the rhubarb. Double HA!! I have some of that in the garden, too! I can't wait to get home and put all this stuff into action. But one teeny quick stop at the local tiny bakery shop, where she makes the very best pies in the world! Now, wouldn't that be NICE of me to buy him a pie? I mean, isn't that just being so thoughtful and wifey?! But HARK!! Warning bells go off in my head, and I hear this voice from the stranger who is emerging within me whisper "You KNOW you aren't buying that pie for HIM. Who do you think you're kidding"? I slink out of the store with out the pie, get in my car and drive away before I change my mind. Then I think about this strange person whispering to me. I just BET she has been talking to Bossy Daughter! That's IT! They are all teaming up on me. How DARE they! I continue this talk all the time I am driving home, jam in the house, shove the salmon in the fridge, stalk down to the garden, rip some rhubarb from the mother plant and snatch the green garlic from the ground. Stomping back to the house, I already know what I am going to do. I am going to bake a rhubarb and strawberry pie. And it will be for BOTH of us! I don't have to eat the entire pie at one sitting, after all. And there is the rowing machine and stationery bike upstairs if I blow it. Defiance! I love defiance. It always makes me feel so superior and in charge. (I ignore the history of my defiance, which is that whenever I get "that way", I always lose. And I am not talking about pounds or inches here!) Wash off the garden produce, fling it in the fridge, and lo and behold, there are the left over strawberries from my melon and strawberry binge from yesterday. It will be a Strawberry Rhubarb Pie! I mean, I really can't let the rhubarb rot, and allow the strawberries to spoil now, can I? After all, we ARE in difficult financial times, and waste not, want not is always a good cop out. While I am talking to my better-looking-than-yours-grandson, Gabe, I make the pie crust. Of course, I don't have any lard in the house. Never use the stuff. clogs up the arteries, you know. Well, just have to use real butter. Poor me! That's why my pies are so very good........ten million calories per bite of the crust...........but you know? Sometijmes a girl just has to go for it. Today is my day. Uh, I think I am forgetting about DH's loving home coming, and am getting honest here. Time to stop writing!
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Yesterday my friend Sylvia (my savior from all this wellness madness) invited me over to dinner. I did very well. I loved the chicken, had one teeny weenie little red potato, 1 TBSP gravy, a lot of cauliflower and a dinner roll. Then I finished the terrific dinner with about 1 1/2 cups vanilla ice cream with a medley of berries on it. Came home, entered the points, and guess what! I stayed within my range. I was so jazzed about it that I was up until 3 A.M., finally went to bed and then back up at 7. Downloaded a video for a 35 minute Pilate class, talked to Bossy Daughter while that was happening, and did my ironing. Oh yeah. That's one of my goals for this summer. To keep up with the ironing. I should put that on my goal page, especially since it is already done! Then I came in and did the killer Pilates class......they call it a beginner's class and recommend I do it at least 10 times before moving on to a different "more advanced" class. Listen, Girlfriend! I don't know if I will LIVE long enough to be able to complete ten of those workouts!! The instructor has a better attitude than Heather, who just goes goes goes like it is the easiest thing in the world to catch up to her. This instructor is very gentle and considerate, all the while masking the fact that she is torturing me. So I gamely buy her stuff, and do the entire workout. I feel like I was wrapped into a pretzel shape and left in the sun to dry. Even my HEELS are screaming at me. Have you ever had your heels protest? Well, they don't have good attitude when they have been made to streeettch this way and that without a good long before hand notice! I finish up the Pilates and go right in to the 20 minute cardio workout. This is with Heather's cousing. She doesn't fool me. I KNOW the two of them have conspired against me...........nasty little twigs! But today I seem to be able to keep up with her a bit better, and I am not exactly the elephant doing the happy dance. Actually, my coordination is getting quite a bit better. I still don't do those jumpy things, or the hoppy madness, but I keep moving at a very good pace. So now that I have totally wrecked my body, all in the name of Health, I can tell you the other wonderful news. Bossy Daugher just found out she made the DEAN'S LIST in college!! She is so proud, and justly so. And of course, I am very proud of her, too! Wait till I tell Daddy (who is in CA right now, and plans on being back tomorrow or Friday)! He will be tickled pink! He loves boasting about her to everyone. I know the first thing he is going to ask is: "She WILL frame it, right?". I personally would like to rent a billboard along a very busy highway, shouting her sucess to the world. Wouldn't that just be the most?? Today I really must get myself under control and work on the quilts for the local show in July. I was supposed to do that yesterday, but stayed at Quilt Club a bit too long, had shopping to do at Costco, ran some other errands and came home exhausted, so I took a nap until it was time to go to Sylvia's. Hey, did I tell you about finding these terrific fabric sitting cats made out of muslin? The Ally Cat Quilters met at my house on Monday, and we painted and dyed cats to be sent along with the Ally Cat Quilts by Krackers. I will try to upload our painting cats session. I must admit, albeit grudginly, that I am getting in better shape, and I like it.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
I tried Pilates for the first time today. Very impressive. It surprised me as to how well I kept my body aligned, and I could feel the positive effects during and after the class. Then I decided I wanted to do some plain old fashioned calisthenics. No calisthenics video on this site, so I turned to Google. Sure enough, Google came through with the search of calisthenics videos. I found a site I liked the looks of, and did a one month subscription as a trial. It is www.demandfitness.com. So, okay. I go to the beginner calisthenics, click on a 20 minute video, and there is Heather's cousin!! I am sure they are related. The workouts weren't difficult, but being the spasmodic person I am, while they were all doing the calisthenics and looking coordinated and good, I was doing the Happy Bounding Elephant Dance. At least I bounded for 20 minutes, non stop. I tried to keep up with her, but sometimes I just got off on my own program, bounding away in sheer bliss. Well, not exactly sheer BLISS, but I was happy and having fun. I kept wondering just how many days this 20 minutes were going to last, when she finally gave mercy and we stopped. Then I moved on to one of their beginner videos for back strengthening, since I need that due to previous back surgery. Funny thing is, I am always willing to do anything that will help my back, but when it comes to the rest of my body, that's a different ball game all together. My body really feels like it worked today. And it feels good. And I am thinking good. I noticed today when I woke up that I was thinking of logging on and doing my workouts. Maybe it is time to find a good local psychiatrist. There is a new person beginning to emerge inside me, and I suspect she is a little bit nutty. I mean, she actually SMILES when it is workout time! Especially the hop around kind of workout. I'm keeping an eye on her. She may become dangerous.
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