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.
Monday, June 01, 2009
Yesterday I took a whole pot full of points with dragging my lawnmower up the hill back and forth, back and forth. Now you need to see my hill to appreciate what I was doing. The previous owner still brags about how many time his riding lawn mower tipped over on him while he was mowing that hill. Sound a little bit steep? You betcha! So when we moved here, I decided I was going to do something with that hill so DH wouldn't get killed by the mower. I made all these little planting beds, surrounded them with rocks, and filled them up. My grandkids and wonderful Son In Law (who approves of everything I do) came and made this brick staircase up the hill so I wouldn't fall any more. When DH saw it, he actually complained that the rocks and the beds would make it too difficult for him to mow. DUH. So I tell him he will have to walk the weedeater around the beds, and that way won't have to kill himself with the mower. Glowering, he walked away, muttering what I am sure was not flattering stuff about my idea. So all last year he didn't do any weedeating, and the grasses grew, oh yes, they grew! They grew so high that I couldn't see the bushes that I had planted. So yesterday was a good day to do something about it. I got out my light weight electric mower, and tackled the hill. I fell three times doing the mowing.......glad I wasn't crazy enough to use the ride mower!.....but I persevered. I pretty much got in done, but it does need the weedeater in places. I definitely counted the points for all that! I had just enough strength to eat dinner and watch a TV movie. Then off to bed I went. Now here's the kicker. Due to all the endorphins I released from all this workout, I kept waking up, wide awake, and wondering about getting up. I woke up every 2 hours, thinking of what I could get done if I just got out of bed. But then I remembered that our little quilting group, THE ALLY CATTERS, is coming today to paint cats. No, I bdetter stay in bed until it is "real" morning! Finally I get up at 7, and head to the computer to waste a couple of hours. But then I remember that today is cardio day. I look up the cardio workout for stationery bikes, and do the 29 minute workout. That was pleasant, because I was also able to read a quilt book. Now off to the shower and get ready to paint cats. Don't report me to the Humane Society.........the cats are stuffed cats that go in with the Ally Cat Quilts by Krackers to the cancer kids. Had you going for a few minutes, didn't I??
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