Thursday, January 20, 2011
Today I did 2 Boot Camp and 38 minutes of custom cardio.
A new gang led the way for me.
After the Boot Camp, I put on some music, and in walked the Isley Brothers and we jogged through "Shout".
Fats Domino came in, and we changed over to a faster jog to "I'm Ready".
By now the glisten is really present, and I can feel my heart speeding up in good time. Just to keep it interesting, I threw in some fast kick boxing interspersed with the jog.
The Crickets, not to be undone, did the "Think It Over, and then we did a fast paced aerobics, kick boxing too, along with jumping jacks (the beginner way because I am not good at doing the jumping parts).
We shooed the Cresendos out because all they wanted to do was "Oh Julie", and we fast forwarded to Dee Clard and "Hey Little Girl".
Those slower guys, to change the speed intervals, came up with "Lavender Blue", which consisted of walking and then Little Richard ended THAT little break with "The Girl Can't Help It".
That got the pace REALLY moving!
Chuck Berry decided we weren't finished, so we danced, twisted and ran in place to "Sweet Little Rock and Roller".
DH let me know that breakfast was ready, so Winsten and I did a nice cool down by walking to the mailbox and back, cooling down.
All in all, my entire body has been worked out, and I can sit back a bit for the rest of the day.
I'm getting there, Gang! Haven't measured or weighed, but that will come later. I know better than to weigh in every day.
Time to eat and drink the rest of my water.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
I learned years ago from my MIL that LADIES do NOT sweat. We GLISTEN.
If that is indeed the case, then today my GLISTEN runneth over.
I started with a .5 mile walk in 10 minutes, as a warm up. Then came inside and did Days 2 & 3 of the 28 day Boot Camp.
Not ready to stop, I did two Cardio Blast workouts, back to back.
I glistened MORE.
Back outside to walk some more. Did 1.25 miles in 25 minutes.
DEFINETLY glistening now!
Put in the Cardio Blast again, and repeated the two done earlier.
Cooling down, I needed my towel. My GLISTEN was running over.
Over my forehead, my temples, into my eyes, running down my cheeks.
My sweatshirt was wet with glisten.
My hair was wet with Glisten.
My underarms had Glisten running down the sides of my body, and at the small of my back, where the waistband of my sweats were, the glisten had moistened the fabric.
All in all, my GLISTEN Runneth over!
Now to the shower to dry off.
Friday, January 14, 2011
I decided to start the New Year out right by joining the 28 day Boot Camp.
The first week was easy, and I was wondering if this was going to make any difference at all. But I completed the first week anyway.
I even read the articles and stuff at the end of the week.
Good on me.
Then Week Two came along.
I had gotten myself "too busy" to keep up every day, and had several days of doing more than one Boot Camp in order to catch up.
This week we added 30 minutes of cardio along with the video. I had better luck keeping up with the cardio, but am all caught up now.
Today is last day of Week Two. I can already feel my body getting stronger, and am actually enjoying the process of doing strength training more than I ever have.
My abs are tighter, my stomach muscles are firmer, my arms are vastly stronger. My back is letting me know that it appreciates my efforts.
Yes, this Boot Camp thing is working.
Imagine the surprise when I got on the scale today and found out I lost 2.3 pounds this past week!
HA! Made a Believer out of me, I assure you!
Now I am a Boot Camping Mama, all enthused at finally getting some progress going! Won't be long before I get to wearing jeans again!
Monday, January 10, 2011
So far today I have shoveled snow for 205 minutes. I got our West driveway all shoveled out, the tarmac done, and the road about 1/2 way up to the mailboxes.
My DH has a dicey heart, and since we are on a private road, the county does not plow for us. Therefore, I want the road cleared in case I need to get him to the hospital or call an ambulance. Better safe than sorry.
Now that I have wrecked myself, it is time for me to stop, take a couple of Aleve and lie down.
You will probably hear me griping all through the rest of the week.
You know what? It is worth it!!!
Now just don't ask me to do any push-ups!
Sunday, January 09, 2011
Yesterday DH and I went over to Seattle to look at a car. A Chrysler 300, to be exact.
It was a nice enough car, but just didn't ring my bell.
Across the parking lot was a Cadillac/Buic dealership. I wandered over there while DH was listening to the Chrysler salesman. I just didn't want that car.
Mind you, I was no interested in buying a NEW car. I wanted a good, reliable used (they call them pre-owned now) car that will transport me around without having to have DH along.
I found a car....a 2007 Buick Lucerne CXL. It was a nice, mature, adult looking white car. A pretty car, and the size car I like.
Now you need to know some more of my background.
I was raised a Lutheran in the state of Wisconsin. We went to church every Sunday, as well as many pot lucks and other activities in the church. My father's cars were always Buicks. My Mother's cars varied.
In those days, the cars were BIG, expecially the Buicks. HUGE back seat for my brother and sisters to silently fight with each other on our way to church.
Some of you may know what I am talking about. The fights always begin with who got to sit next to the window. My brother, being the only boy at the time, always got the window, and my oldest sister the other window. You know where I sat.
Yep. Right in the middle of that big back seat bench. I couldn't see out the window because my brother and sister would deliberately lean forward and block the view.
And so it began. First, a little shove to get them out of the way. Nothing. They just scooted their butts toward the middle to get more room and to block the window even more.
Then an elbow jab. They would jab back. Then a harder jab. Harder jab recieved.
The pinch was next. Find some place on their bodies where the big winter coats were leaving pinch room, and pinch away.
Whirling away from the window and toward the center, a bigger, harder pinch would follow.
Now the Twist Pinch! usually aimed at inside the thigh. Twist, pinch, then use both hands.
One to push their hands away, and one to keep the deadly pinch going.
This lasted all the way to church. In silence, for the most part.
We wouldn't dare get noisy about it, or Dad would "stop this car this very minute and give you all a spanking". That never happened, but for some reason, was always an announcement that induced great fear.
At the church parking lot, we would pile out, faces all red, eyes filled with tears from the pain of the pinch area, and grit our teeth at one another with the "You just wait! I'll get even with you after church" glare.
Then we would have to file on through the parking lot to enter the church.
There were Buicks in the parking lot. I mean BUICKS. Lutherans liked their Buicks. They were "steady, reliable cars", as I heard them all say over and over.
For the most part, the Buicks were blue. Some were blue and white. A few were black, but I always thought they looked like herses. They gave me "the wilies" to walk past.
I always wanted to see the other kinds of cars. The sportier looking ones. Especially RED ones.
You won't see a lot of RED SPORTY looking cars in a Lutheran parking lot in Wisconsin.
So the years went by, and I had a variety of cars. Of course, I started out with the sporty looking cars. I had sporty looking chevies, for the most part. I had Mustangs, Dodges, and my favorite was an Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme Brougham. White with a red top.
The years passed by, and one day I was ready to buy a new car. I bought a silver Volvo with a sun roof. Still a LITTLE sporty, but also a more "reliable" than what I usually looked for.
Unfortunately, that got totalled in a car accident. Then there were the used Jaguars, the Volvos, Audis up to Cadillac. I loved the Cadillacs.
But my Cadillac died after over 200k miles, and it was time to get another vehicle. I knew I wanted an American made car.
DH, as some of you know, is an eccentric engineer. The high light of his days are the ones where he escapes from home and goes thrift shopping. In his mind, if it is old, it is good.
So he wants to spend about $1500 tops for a car. Mind you, he already has 8 or 9 cars in his big shop, the hangar and 2 rented storage units. All of them are "classics", at least in his mind. We don't drive any of them. They just sit around, costing insurance money and dust. (That's MY opinion, not shared by DH!)
I am not going to get a car that I will have to replace in a coupld of years. I want a car that will be my LAST car.
At first I wanted a fancy car. Bossy Daughter and I rented a Chrysler 300 when we took our Mommy and Me trip to Vegas, and we loved that car. So that's what I was looking for, which led us to taking the ferry over to Seattle to look at one.
Up to the present. I didn't like that Chrysler.........I don't know why....just didn't like it. So, over to the car lot next door.
I look over this white Buick, and really like it. I peek in the windows, and like it even more. It is pretty. It is the right size. It is classy.
I have spent weeks pouring over Consumer Digest and Auto Trader, studying cars. The Chrysler wasn't getting very good reports. DARN.
ALL of the Buicks were getting GREAT reports. I would just skim over them, not wanting to know what I already know.
I have never gotten a Buick because Buicks are for "Old" people, in my mind. I think I believed that if I drove a Buick, then I would be OLD.
But that Buick was sure pretty, and it was calling to me. My mind raced over all those pages of Consumer Digest where they rated the Buicks as "Best Buy" or "Great Buy" and "Most Reliable".
Yes, I wanted that Buick. After an intermidable 2 hours, all the paper work was finally done, and I got into the Buick, following DH in his Cadillac, heading for home.
The car was stable, reliable, and "sure footed" under my hands. It had a very smooth ride, and the gas mileage was very impressive. I felt secure in that car.
Parking it in the garage upon arrival home, I realized something:
I'm finally old enough to drive a Buick. And I'm okay with that.
The Lutherans will be proud of me.
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