Sunday, August 08, 2010
Today is DAY 8 of the challenge.
I spun a 5, which means I should do 50 cardio minutes. I didn't do it exactly, but maybe.
Here's the deal.
I was invited to my neighbors to attend a women's brunch. She lives on the next road over.
Instead of taking the car, DH and I decided it would be fun to track through the woods to her road, and take Winsten with us.
It was lightly raining, and very wet and over grown.
We were literally forging a path through the woods, following the light markings of a deer trail.
Getting our feet wet, jeans wet, sweater wet and Winsten wet, we were having a great time. The road came up too fast for me.
DH and Winsten turned around and went back through the woods to home, while I continued my trek to my neighbor's house.
We ladies had a wonderful time, even though I was drinking "leaded" coffee. Caffiene does strange things to me, like make me grind my teeth and I can't shut up. I had half an orange cranberry muffin (the big size) and six grapes. Oh, yeah, also one half of a deviled egg.
The conversation flowed with all sorts of interesting topics, and before I knew it, it was nearly 3 in the afternoon!
The Red Sox are playing the Yankees today, so I had to get home to be sure to see the game.
Down the road and through the woods I go, getting wet all over again, but having a terrific time.
Got home, spent 40 minutes in the kitchen, putting together Cranberry Bread Pudding and slicing up all the veggies for dinner tonight.
So, I got in 30 minutes walking (hiking actually), and 40 minutes in the kitchen.
I don't know if I can qualify for the 50 minutes, but I sure had a great day!
Friday, August 06, 2010
Today I spun a 3, which means I had 30 minutes cardio to do, plus strength working out.
I knew I had strength PLUS cardio the moment I woke up, even though I had not turned on the computer yet.
So I stayed in bed until 10 reading a not so interesting mystery book which I have already figured out the ending.
It was very foggy today, and we had planned on me going with DH to Port Angeles while he went to the VA for some tests or another, then he was going to take be out to the Chinese buffet, where I always eat too much. Good that I stayed in bed, right?
Well, even reading a mystery can become very boring, so up I got, turned on Spark, and spun the wheel. Hmmmmm not as bad as it could be! I have done 30 minutes cardio many times, so there was no fear there.
Just didn't feel like it.
So I went to my favorite strength training stuff, and did my close arm wall push ups. 30 of those puppies. Go to the ball, do 30 lower back stretches, then 30 kneeling ball roll outs. Done. Click on that for my points!
Oh, wait a minute. The exercise of the day is one that I like, too. The One Arm Rowing thing. Done with a count of 30 each arm. The the sitting triceps stretch or thinning or whatever it is with weights. Blast them off with a count of 30, too.
So now my adrenaline is coursing through, and I decide I can do half of the cardio minutes on the rowing machine, because I am beginning to see signs of progress around my waist. Row for 15 minutes, then go to the stationery bike. Might as well get this over with!
I'm on the bike, and what music comes on? ORGAN MUSIC. And I HATE ORGAN MUSIC!!! It always makes me feel like trudging in mourning instead of walking with my head held high.
Now I have to BIKE to that sound!
I can't get off the bike to change the music because if I get off, I won't get back on.
So there I sit, pedaling to durges on the organ, trying my best to ignore it and get up to speed.
Glisten rescues me! What a tool that is!! I feel Glisten forming on my temples and upper lip.
Pedal faster! Feel the Glisten! Ah, yes. That's the ticket! I can feel my hair getting wet, and the glisten is sending down little rivulets to my jaw.
My shirt is getting damp, and I pedal on.
I look down, and notice my legs. They jiggle as I pedal. The fat keeps brushing up against the machine as I pedal. This is an ugly sight.
As I watch the hated fat bumping into the bike with each pedal, I am envisioning LARD in a can. That's what my legs look like, only they are moving.
Remember those cans of Crisco? All white and greasy on the inside, and how we used to scoop that stuff out with a huge cooking spoon?
Well, mine all went to my upper legs. I never looked at my legs doing this before. But of course, that just may be because I didn't get on the bike to witness such a display.
I usually wear leggings while I work out, but today I wore shorts. A good thing. A bad thing.
Good that I actually saw the fat jumping all over the bike, Bad that I know my "weight thing" isn't anywhere near to being over.
But today, just for TODAY, I was present and accounted for! Today I faced the beast, and worked it into a sweat.
Now I am going to take my worked out body to the shower. And then I will sit and quilt!! AND I have changed the music!
Thursday, August 05, 2010
When injustice becomes law, resistance becomes duty.
Wall Street Journal Sizes up Obama - They've Got Him Figured Out
A short article from the Wall Street Journal that needs to be read by
every level headed American!!!
A "deadly" article regarding Obama, at the Wall Street Journal, which
today is the most widely circulated newspaper in America ..
Article from the Wall Street Journal - by Eddie Sessions:
"I have this theory about Barack Obama. I think he's led a kind of
make-believe life in which money was provided and doors were opened because at some point early on somebody or some group took a look at this tall, good
looking, half-white, half-black, young man with an exotic African/Muslim name
and concluded he could be guided toward a life in politics where his facile
speaking skills could even put him in the White House.
In a very real way, he has been a young man in a very big hurry. Who else
do you know has written two memoirs before the age of 45? "Dreams of My
Father" was published in 1995 when he was only 34 years old. The "Audacity of
Hope" followed in 2006. If, indeed, he did write them himself. There are
some who think that his mentor and friend, Bill Ayers, a man who calls
himself a "communist with a small 'c'" was the real author.
His political skills consisted of rarely voting on anything that might be
deemed controversial. He went from a legislator in the Illinois legislature
to the Senator from that state because he had the good fortune of having
Mayor Daley's formidable political machine at his disposal.
He was in the U.S. Senate so briefly that his bid for the presidency was
either an act of astonishing self-confidence or part of some greater game
plan that had been determined before he first stepped foot in the Capital.
How, many must wonder, was he selected to be a 2004 keynote speaker at the
Democrat convention that nominated John Kerry when virtually no one had ever
even heard of him before?
He outmaneuvered Hillary Clinton in primaries. He took Iowa by storm. A
charming young man, an anomaly in the state with a very small black
population, he oozed "cool" in a place where agriculture was the
antithesis of cool.
He dazzled the locals. And he had an army of volunteers drawn to a
charisma that hid any real substance.
And then he had the great good fortune of having the Republicans select
one of the most inept candidates for the presidency since Bob Dole. And then
John McCain did something crazy. He picked Sarah Palin, an unknown female
governor from the very distant state of Alaska . It was a ticket that was
reminiscent of 1984's Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro and they went down to defeat.
The mainstream political media fell in love with him. It was a schoolgirl
crush with febrile commentators like Chris Mathews swooning then and now
over the man. The venom directed against McCain and, in particular, Palin,
Now, nearly a full 2 years into his first term, all of those gilded years
leading up to the White House have left him unprepared to be President.
Left to his own instincts, he has a talent for saying the wrong thing at the
wrong time. It swiftly became a joke that he could not deliver even the
briefest of statements without the ever-present Tele-Prompters.
Far worse, however, is his capacity to want to "wish away" some terrible
realities, not the least of which is the Islamist intention to destroy
America and enslave the West. Any student of history knows how swiftly Islam
initially spread. It knocked on the doors of Europe , having gained a foothold
in Spain .
The great crowds that greeted him at home or on his campaign "world tour"
were no substitute for having even the slightest grasp of history and the
reality of a world filled with really bad people with really bad intentions.
Oddly and perhaps even inevitably, his political experience, a cakewalk,
has positioned him to destroy the Democrat Party's hold on power in Congress
because in the end it was never about the Party. It was always about his
communist ideology, learned at an early age from family, mentors, college
professors, and extreme leftist friends and colleagues.
Obama is a man who could deliver a snap judgment about a Boston police
officer who arrested an "obstreperous" Harvard professor-friend, but would
warn Americans against "jumping to conclusions" about a mass murderer at Fort
Hood who shouted "Allahu Akbar." The absurdity of that was lost on no one.
He has since compounded this by calling the Christmas bomber "an isolated
extremist" only to have to admit a day or two later that he was part of an
al Qaeda plot.
He is a man who could strive to close down our detention facility at
Guantanamo even though those released were known to have returned to the
battlefield against America . He could even instruct his Attorney General to
afford the perpetrator of 9/11 a civil trial when no one else would ever even
consider such an obscenity. And he is a man who could wait three days before
having anything to say about the perpetrator of yet another terrorist
attack on Americans and then have to elaborate on his remarks the following day because his first statement was so lame.
The pattern repeats itself. He either blames any problem on the Bush
administration or he naively seeks to wish away the truth.
Knock, knock. Anyone home? Anyone there? Barack Obama exists only as the
sock puppet of his handlers, of the people who have maneuvered and
manufactured this pathetic individual's life.
When anyone else would quickly and easily produce a birth certificate,
this man has spent over a million dollars to deny access to his. Most other
documents, the paper trail we all leave in our wake, have been sequestered
from review. He has lived a make-believe life whose true facts remain hidden.
We laugh at the ventriloquist's dummy, but what do you do when the dummy
is President of the United States of America ?"
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
Well, here I am, on Day 3 of the Port Angeles and Surrounding Areas Team challenge. I seriously doubt I will live till day 4, to say nothing of Day 10!!
Spinning 8 means I had to do 80 minutes of cardio today. Yesterday I did 70, and nearly died then. The very fact that I am writing this means I lived long enough to reach today.
I have this thing about challenges. I can't do much without one, and when I get one, I go hog wild.
Today I timidly approached the spin wheel, hoping for a 1 or 2. Those would be manageable.
BUT 80????????? Ye Gads!!
I tell DH that I will probably divide it up throughout the day. But then I get started in with a cardio video by my nemisis, Nicole.
Some of you may know about my encounters with Nicole in the past, and I think you know what I think of her and her "easy workouts", her "ten minute workouts" and especially her "boot camp" video.
The woman is out to get me. I just know it. Today was further proof.
I do the kick boxing video, or at least KIND OF do the kick boxing video. I do okay at the beginning, keeping up with her just fine.
This was the marching in place part. Then she speeds it up, and I am doing fairly well with that too.
I can even do the side kicks, keeping up. that's because I was hanging on to the desk while doing them.
The front kicks are a little bit more of a challenge for me, so I begin goose stepping all over the house, kicking out at each step. Of course, I am not getting my legs up nearly high enough, but I am beginning to glisten, so I don't stop.
I manage to get through that video and stupidly click on her jump rope one.
Right. Me. Jumping rope. I don't have a rope (probably a good thing for Nicole), but it is okay. I can pretend to have one in my hands.
Ok. She starts me out with little jumps. I forgot to put my sports bra on, and soon realize I can't twirl the rope and jump, because I have to hold my bouncing balls. But at least I jump.
Nicole puts on this smiley face which I have learned to distrust with good reason, and she says to jump higher.
Listen, Funny Girl. This jumping thing is getting out of hand. I mean, at least I am getting both feet off the ground at the same time, which is a major accomplishment.
Lift my knees higher?? Right. I jump about 2 inches higher, hanging on to my hooters, for about 90 seconds.
Rivulets of glisten are running down my face and in my eyes. I don't wipe them away for fear of losing my grip on my boobs, so I get stinging eyes, which cause tears.
I am in great shape here, I want you to know. I am jumping around like an idiot with my eyes tearing up due to the glisten pouring in them, hanging on to you-know-whats, and she says "Remember to BREATE!".
She actually expects me to be able to do this all at ONCE? Doesn't she know that my ship is sinking??!!
God shows great mercy, and the jumping stops. We are back to a marching step now. I can reach the towel and wipe off my face while still marching. Two things at once.........not bad, eh?
Okay enough of that nonsense. Time for some low impact aerobics. To Rock and Roll music.
Somehow, the music betrays me, because I am doing aerobics to the beat of "At the Hop". This is not low impact! thankfully, the song finally ends, and my glisten is back running down my entire body now.
I get that finished, and still have time left to reach the challenge.
This will NEVER end!
DH saves me by having to go to town and he needs me to go with him. Ok. I use the opportunity to be sure to clip on my timer and pedometer, and off I go with him.
Just curious, I peek at the pedometer as we pull back into the driveway.
Proof there IS a God! I did 1.5 miles in 41 minutes.........exactly what I needed to complete the 80 cardio minutes today.
I'm saved. Until tomorrow. That damned spin better be under 3!!!
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
How could one man be so smart about the future this many years ago?
John F. Kennedy held a dinner in the white House for a group of the
Brightest minds in the nation at that time. He made this statement:
"This is perhaps the assembly of the most intelligence ever to
Gather at one time in the White House with the exception of
When Thomas Jefferson dined alone."
Especially read the last quote from 1802.
When we get piled
Upon one another in large cities, as in Europe,
We shall become as corrupt as Europe .
The democracy will cease to exist
When you take away from those
Who are willing to work and give to those who would not.
It is incumbent on every
Generation to pay its own debts as it goes.
A principle which if acted on would save
One-half the wars of the world.
I predict future happiness for
Americans if they can prevent the government
From wasting the labors of the people under the
Pretense of taking care of them.
My reading of history convinces me
That most bad government results from too much
No free man shall ever be debarred
The use of arms.
The strongest reason for the
People to retain the right to keep and bear arms
Is, as a last resort, to protect themselves
Against tyranny in government.
The tree of liberty must be
Refreshed from time to time with the blood of
Patriots and tyrants.
To compel a man to subsidize with
His taxes the propagation of ideas which he
Disbelieves and abhors is sinful and tyrannical.
Thomas Jefferson said in 1802:
'I believe that
Banking institutions are more dangerous to
Our liberties than standing armies.
If the American people ever allow
Private banks to control the issue of their
Currency, first by inflation, then by
Deflation, the banks and corporations that will
Grow up around the banks will deprive the people
Of all property - until their children
Wake-up homeless on the continent their fathers
I WISH WE COULD GET THIS OUT TO EVERYONE!!!
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