Saturday, June 13, 2009
So okay. I know I went over my allotments a couple of times.....three, to be exact.....but did my workouts. I moved up to Stage 2. I thought this was a good thing. Now I am not too sure. I get on the scale today and sure enough, I have gained 2 pounds. Then I get out the measuring tape, do my measurements, and see that I have LOST 6.2 INCHES. Now will somebody please explain that??!! Several years ago I had a WW instructor who used to always say "well, you know! Muscle weighs more than FAT". I was taught that 16 oz is a pound, no matter what it is of. My engineer husband says "not necessarily." Then he goes into the lecture mode about weights and measures, volumne and other stuff that I can't hear. I can see his mouth moving, but I don't hear his words. I just try to remember to blink once in a while when looking at him, pretending to follow his course. I don't have much of a clue what he is talking about, so I begin doing my own head talk. Let's see. Should I just bag this whole thing now? I mean, I am tired of moving in my sleep and having my abs remind me they have been overworked. They keep screaming "Hey YOU! Watch it!! I am trying to relax, and you rolling around isn't doing me any good. WHY don't you just lie still and SLEEP already?!" The whole groin area is even a bit sore and it is evident even when I pee. My arms complain about being all stretched out constantly and would like to return to their previous no exercise, flabby selves, but my legs say "Hey, guys, let's do this again!". The legs, even though they are coated with cottage cheese right under the skin, are the strongest part of my body. They got that way from working with horses and climbing really steep hills twice a day to do feeding. Moving from the ranch stopped all that workout stuff, and my body just grew, and grew............and grew.............till Bossy Daughter had enough and forced me to do this. Speaking of Bossy Daughter, she and the family are off to the Relay for Life weekend in Massachusetts. Both Bossy Daughter and Ally walk with the Survivors as well as just doing "regular" walks. One of these years I just might fly out there and do their Relay with them. I do ours here on the Peninsula, and love it. Especially the candle ceremony. Any way, back to my dilemna. Today I do the crunchless ab workout with........yep! HEATHER!! Now don't let this one fool you. It is not nearly as easy as she presents it to be. I stay with her for the first part, then start to fall behind again. I mean, the woman is KILLING me. She just keeps moving, and then says "OK, a little FARTHER BACK NOW. I am back as far as I can get without screaming for mercy, and she wants me to go back more??? She steps up the agony with increased glee and different moves, and my hatred is coming to the front. This is supposed to last for 10 minutes. It has already been 5 1/2 hours, and she still comes up with new stuff. Finally, toward the end of the 15th hour, I cave in and just lie there like a beached manatee. She prattles on more, then says "THERE! We are finished with our 10 minute workout. If you want, you can replay this video and do it again." Her face disappears just as my hands, formed in the "choke hold" position, touch the monitor screen. She's quite the escape artist, that one! My attitude isn't improving yet, so I know I need to do the cardio. Instead of doing the fun R&R dancing, I chose to go to Demand Fitness and find a cardio video. I get this one that is mid-range, and it is really good! UNTIL a new move is presented. I am supposed to do this step, tap, reach, stretch, over my head, and in front of me and repeat???????? Repeat which one?? You want me to do ALL of them at one TIME??? I don't think it is possible. I am not an octopus. I don't have that many hands and feet. I try, fall over, pick myself up and try again. As usual, right side gets it. OK. Now switch to left side. The IGNORANT side. It doesn't have a clue as to what it is supposed to do, so it just does the frog in the blender thing. I try really hard to control it, but that is causing me to curse, so I just jiggle around, stretching once in a while, always on the left side. Then we get down on our hands and knees. Oh, I like this! We do some stretchy things that are good, then we are supposed to do this balancing act where right arm is up and extended, left leg is up and extended. And balance ourselves. Right. I can balance myself if my arm and leg can move, but to keep it still..............another tip over. I don't fall; I TIP OVER. Getting back into position, once again I tip over. Now my brain has gone, because I am singing (outloud) "I'm a little tea pot, short and stout........" and tip over because I am laughing so hard. I have no idea what is going on with the video, because I have tears in my eyes from laughing and singing at the same time. Suddenly, in rushes DH and Winsten, both afraid of what is going on in the room. Winsten is barking and licking my face, DH has a horrified look on his face and is yelling "Are You OKAY?? WHAT are you DOING??" Party poopers, both of them. I gather my wits about me, and go back to the video. Ok. She is on the cool down portion, which is good, because I am done for anyway. I think the doo-doo has become a woo hoo after all.
Friday, June 12, 2009
This morning I am scheduled to quilt with my neighbor, Cindy. She comes here around ten, but this morning there is no answer on her phone, and she has not returned my message either. So I might be on my own. I did a different strength training today, consisting of weights and balls. I used the ball to do my wall squats, which I am getting really GOOD at! I can go lower and lower each time I do it. Then I did my killer wall pushups. The regular ones aren't so bad, but when I put my hands where my fingers are making this diamond shape.....ooooooo ouch yikes oh man is it nearly over comes out of my mouth. Those things are real killers! I used my weights and did shoulder shrugs, reverse flies, over heads, and a number of others. All in all, it was a good workout. I did get my heart beat up, but have chosen to do my cardio workout later in the day. So. this is what else is going on. I have only gone over my allotted food points twice this week, have done very well with the cardio workouts and strength training stuff, but my scale today says I am up 1 1/2 pounds. Bet it was the Mexican food! Tomorrow is OFFICIAL weigh in day, so who knows? I have another dilemna. I have been scheduling quilt days, but haven't even turned my machine on, or spent more than 15 minutes in the sewing or quilt room all week. I am in a slump. I can't afford to be in a slump, as I need to finish three quilts for our local quilt show mid July, and have gotten three Ally Cat Quilts by Krackers requests to fill. What's going on with me?? I really would rather be outside in the garden and doing summery kind of things, like hiking some trails in our area. Basically I have accomplished nothing this week, other than be on Spark People pages. I think this is addictive. It's right up there with online Scrabble with Bossy Daughter. It's a good thing I don't have to number all my addictions. I have boxes, closets and chests full of addictions. Most of which I will never return to, I am sure. I keep thinking I want to go to the Sr. Center in town and learn how to knit socks for Christmas gifts. But with this beautiful weather, who wants to make warm socks and quilts?? I need a motivator to rescue me and get me out of this slump!
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Here I now sit, drinking another glass of water. I have already logged three glasses, but today's workout brought a bit of sweat.......oh wait a minute.........I am a WOMAN, therefore, do not SWEAT. Women glisten! (Are you listening, Peg?) So glistening along with the video of Sexy Striptease (on this sight) with the sound turned off and the music of my choice blaring away, I worked up a thirst. Good for me. You know, I was watching some of the moves that chick on the video was doing, and I realized that if she speeded things up, she could be doing rock and roll, too. So basically I used her video to remind me of different moves to make. I concentrated whenever I thought of it to keep my butt tucked in. Makes a big difference in the workout! Speaking of tucking the butt, have any of your done the butt tucking video? It is Heather again. It started out good; I could do those moves. But then she picks it up again, switching from movement to movement. I am still fairly okay. She does the exercise which is "like a dog peeing" (her words, not mine, but it is an accurate description), and we are doing these side leg raises. Then she says "don't forget to breathe!". I realize my breathing has been very shallow. Okay so I will breathe. Oh wait a minute. That throws my timing off. I mean, how can one breathe properly AND do the dog peeing on a hydrant in time with Heather?? It is a mystery I have no answer for. So I figure I have the choice of falling over while breathing properly or lifting my leg to her time. By the time I reach this conclusion, she is changing the routine. Have you noticed that whenever I come to a great awakening she always changes the moves on me? She's a sneaky sadistic one, that Heather is! Now we are doing the dog pee move AND kicking our leg out! And she is going faster. This is okay at the first three kicks, but then gets pretty difficult. She doesn't care, and she doesn't stop. "Okay, now HOLD IT!" We are then supposed to begin pulsing our legs in this weird postion. Are you kidding? Lift that 2 ton leg up and pulse it??? For HOW long??? I am getting ready to slam dunk her when she says to quickly switch to the other side. Another learning curve. You are probably familiar by now with the fact that I am not good at "switching sides" (see Hop posting), so now I have to learn a whole new thing for me. Left leg begins to cooperate, then the terrorist gives the order to speed it up, kick that leg out, hold it in the air, pulse it..............I am developing evil thoughts here. This leg just doesn't want to PULSE, let alone faster and higher! She mercifully ends the video after six minutes that lasted a whole week. Yes, this video is only six minutes. Oh. ok. Didn't think it was over that quickly. I will do a repeat of it. But this time I get waaay off track, mixing up the workout into something of my own. Every now and then I get back to where the class is and do those moves. All in all, I got them all done, but I must admit I cheated on the Pulse things. I am very happy to claim the points for that workout, but more happy to turn Heather off. I realize I forgot to tell you about the Bora Bora bars yesterday. They actually taste really good, and are good for us! A real good way to satisfy the sweet craze too. There are three different kinds in the box you can get at Costco. According to the WW tools, they are either 5, 4 or 3 points each. I am going to the sewing room for a nice long sit at the machine and quilt!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Yesterday I blew it. I went on the ferry to a couple of different islands, and had a simply wonderful day. I will upload some of the photos I took. Where I blew it was that I didn't get in any real exercise. The whole thing was this: My DH bought (yet another!!) chronometer from a guy on Ebay. The guy lives on one of the islands in the Strait of Juan de Fuca, which I can see from my windows. "Since we live so close, how about going with me on the ferry and pick it up rather than spend the $8 shipping?" says he. Well, I really want to stay home and quilt, but I haven't been giving him much attention lately, so I am in the car at 7:30 A.M., ready for the trip. It was an absolutely beautiful day up here in the Pacific Northwest, and a perfect day to be on the ferry. We take the first one to Whidbey Island, drive the length of the island to Anacortes, then get on the second ferry to take us to Lopez Island. Lopez Island is 29.5 square miles, and we manage to get lost. DH doesn't want to use the GPS, although it is mounted right there on the dash. He KNOWS where he is going. Of course, when he thinks he is lost, he speeds up. Then he speeds up some more. As the road signs are streaking past, I comment to him that, by going so fast, he will never be able to see the sign for the turn. He pushes the pedal to the metal. Now I don't know why I haven't learned all these years being married to him that it is NEVER a good idea to bring his attention to the fact that being lost and driving fast doesn't make sense. The hair in his ears sprouts, smoke curls up from the top of his head and he is exhaling fire through his nose. His hands become claws, and he is making these really evil sounds as he prepares for us both to meet our Maker at the next curve in the road. OH oh. Here comes a T in the road. He screeches to a stop, and I wisely don't mention that now we can buy four new tires, or perhaps he can figure out a way to scrape all that rubber off the road and just patch it back on. We squeal off to the left, just as I get a glimpse of the road sign off to the left. It is the road he is searching for. I tell him, but we all know that I am too stupid to read road signs, so he hurtles down the road for another mile or so. It is a dead end. Okay, off to hurdle back and take a look at the sign. He claims he found it, makes the turn, and then makes another turn into the guy's driveway. This is like driving in a shady, tree lined dump. So of course, DH drives slowly through this, smiling joyfully at all the junk on the sides of the driveway. He has found Valhalla. We stop when the guy appears, and the two of them start chattering to one another like magpies. It is apparent they are soul mates of junk. I stay in the car. I am not getting in to this! And if I stay in the car, perhaps he will remember where I am, get his business concluded, and we can go. 45 minutes later, I am out of the car, taking pictures of these chickens and one of the prettiest roosters I have ever seen. I follow the rooster and his harem around for a while, snapping away. Then I see some flowers among the weeds. I wade my way to them, take a couple of snapshots, get back in the car and start to read. I'm getting sleepy, but I stay awake (just barely), and after another hour, here they come. It takes another 30 minutes to say good-bye, the he gets in the car, all smiles and excited, and now we can catch our ferry. Right before we leave, I ask the guy the best way to get to the ferry, he says take a left, go 1/2 mile, take a right, and the ferry parking will be on my right. DH doesn't comment, nor do I. But I am thinking! You out there know what I am thinking!! You bet you know! The ferry is almost 15 minutes late, which is going to pose a problem in catching the next one for our journey home, because we will be 15 minutes late in getting to our next stop. This time I talk him into using the GPS. WOW! What a battle he had with that GPS! He argued and panicked that it was taking us the wrong way, we would never get off this island, we would never catch the ferry on time, we would be lost forever on this island....but I keep telling him to calm down and simply follow where She (our GPS) is taking us. Blood is getting ready to spurt from his eyes. I tell him to calm down, or pull over. One of the two. He clams up, which is actually better than what was coming out of his mouth, and then, after 1/2 hour, he realizes we are really on the right road, and will make the ferry after all. Life is good once more. Except I am really hungry, and besides, I want him to do "pay back" for having me go through all of this. And of course, that means he has to take me to dinner. It is now 8 PM, so the timing is right. I remember this really good Mexican restaurant not far from where we are, and we go to Port Hadlock for dinner. If you are ever in Port Hadlock, and want Mexican food, Fiesta Jalisco's is really good. I am tired, a little peeved, and happy all at the same time. So I order a combination dinner of beef burrito and Chili Relleno. I munch on the chips and salsa (the first good food choice I have made today), surprised when I find myself stopping long before the basket is empty. I eat about 2/3 of the burrito, 1/2 of the chili relleno, a couple tablespoons of refried beans, gulp down two very large glasses of water (2nd good choice of the day) and home we come. It is now 10:00, and we fall into bed. This morning I know I need to get some of yesterday's fat choices burned off, to here I come, charging into my strength routine. It goes easier; perhaps it is time to step it up a bit. Then comes the best idea of the year! Why not do DOO-WOP dancing as my cardio!!! Downstairs to the kitchen, snatch the timer off the counter, bolt upstairs again and put the CD into the player. Turn the volume up!! Now I am READY! I mean I AM READY READY TEDDY TO ROCK AND ROLL!! Have you ever been standing, waiting for the music, when out BLASTS "Do You Love Me" by the Contours?? It is quite a shock. I jumped about two feet off the ground, and before I realized it, I was running out of the room! Then I settle down into a little bit of a jog to the beat. Hey, this is fun. I can actually jog. So I jog from room to room, waving my arms to increase the cardio workout, and start to mix it up with dance steps I didn't know I still knew. I am having a terrific time, and the music is perfect. The second song is "Shimmy shimmy, Ko-Ko Bop", and I find moves for that, too. I remember some of the moves from that Texas instructor, and the music is good for that kind of workout. No. 3 gives up "It's My Party", and I do a bit of dancing, exercise, arm waving, and then it all starts to go downhill from there. You know that new person who is emerging from within? Well, SHE starts to chatter in my ear. "Are these really good moves like in the video? Will just dancing be enough? I mean, shouldn't we be doing stretchy moves and high leg raises in our steps?" I turn the volume up. Now I am dancing to Mother-In-Law, which is good for some made up by me new steps, I cha cha through "Come Softly to Me", then begin the cool down as I notice my time is down to the last two minutes. I do the "come softly to me" song softly, and I feel a bit of regret that my time is up. I need to get to quilt club. Ah, life is a dance, but only when you do the steps!
Monday, June 08, 2009
Hey get a load of this! Today I did my entire strength workout, including doing them twice as instructed. Not bad. Not bad at all. I actually did not fall off my ball at all today. That is a major improvement! I even focus on keeping my butt tucked in while I am doing the abduction workout. It is amazing how my body wants to stand and lead with my navel!! I am also working on not leaning my body while doing these exercises. It is a challenge. Then I go on a different dance video. This instructor must be from Texas, because she has these long legs and Texan drawl with this sexy kind of voice. I like the shoulder rolls she starts us out with. It is good. Feels good. Then we do some other stretches, which being all stretched out from the strength workout, are quite easy for me. I like it that my body stretches now without groaning and moaning every second. So we are going along, and now it is time to dance. Oh Good! Uh, could you turn up the music a bit? Could you just hold on a minute while I figure out what you are doing? Why do you move so fast that I can't get one move down and on to the next when you are already about five moves ahead of me? Hey, wait up!! That faint voice you hear is me in the background......way in the background, trying to get all caught up. Oh, okay. Now we are going to roll our hips. I can do that. Wait a minute. I am supposed to have my butt tucked! Butt!! Get TUCKED! Ok. Hey, wait a minute.....I was doing the roll thing. Why are you moving all over the floor?? She is talking these torturous words to me in a soothing voice, and saying "Hey, this is FUN!, isn't it?" I don't reply. I am trying to move, keep my butt tucked in and move my arms as instructed. I nearly fall over. So I stop waving my arms so much and get a grip on where my feet are. Butt gets UN-tucked. Straighten that out, and move my feet. The music is disco, but my movements are more like a Strauss Waltz.....SLOOOOOW time. then she says "Jazz it up with a little hop!". Uh huh. Does any one remember me EVER being able to hop?? I sure don't. But okay, I will try to figure it out. I take three steps to the side, and then do this teeny tiney little hop. Hey! both feet left the floor and I landed in good shape! I HOPPED!! WOW. This is really exciting to me. I actually HOPPED! Now I will try it in the other direction. Step, step, step to the left, and hop. Uh, Hop. HOP. HOP, Damit!! Let's try the right again. one, two, three, hop. Okay. That works. Not to be outdone, I go the the left, count the steps, and hop. I can't believe it. I can't hop from that side. There must be a way to learn how to hop from the left side. I got it! I turn around and hop! Actually this is cheating because it is still hopping on the right side, but I don't think the Hop Police are coming today. I tried hopping forward. No. I tried hopping backward. No. obviously I need hopping lessons. I think of my grandchildren (who are cuter, smarter and more wonderful than yours), and they can all hop and dance at the same time. I'm glad they can't see my hop difficulty. This may become an obsession. Is there a "Hopper's Anonymous"? I need someplace where like-minded people like me can vent our feelings of inadequacy about not being able to hop in any othe direction than one. Well, if I do come across such a group, I will right-side hop right on over!
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