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My Day Off and Nicole's Latest Torture

Sunday, August 16, 2009

A while ago, I set Sunday as my "Day Off". I pledged to track my nutrition and water, but would take the day off from the exercise part of the program. I was really doing well at this, until today.

Today I found an email from SP about working with the ball. It was from Nicole, so one would think I would exercise caution. But no.

I click on the video, and she is sitting there on her blue ball, looking all innocent and nice, so I listen to her discussing the benefits of working out with the ball. Nothing wrong here, and it is interesting to hear some information I previously lacked. Then there is this link to a 5 Minute Booty Exercise With Ball video. This is where it all goes to hell.

I get my ball, lie on the floor as Nicole instructs, and do the first exercise. It is easy, and I can do it, concentrating on breathing correctly. She tells me to put both feet up on the ball, and roll it slowly so that my knees are coming toward my chest, using my arms and shoulders for support and balance, being sure to keep my back firmly on the floor. I do that.

Then she "steps it up a bit". We do bridges with the ball. Okay, I am with her, but this is a little more challenging because I have to remember to balance. I manage to get through them, and now here she comes.

"A bit more challenging" says She Who Must be Obeyed. Cross one ankle over the knee and do bridging THAT way. I get my left ankle over the right knee, still flat on the floor with my right foot on the ball, and try to bridge.

WHO IS SHE KIDDING??? I dig my heel into the ball and try again. Nope. Butt doesn't want anythng to do with this one. I try again, same result, and break out laughing. This doesn't help matters, and I tip over.

Yep. I tip over while lying on the floor. Tipping over is one of my specialties, but I have never tipped over while on the floor before. At least I won't get any tipping over bruises from that one.

Oh. there SHE is again, only telling us to "switch sides and do the same thing with the other leg". WHAT same thing?? Does she mean I should try doing a bridging or tipping over? I have a moment of sanity and remember she can't see me in my room, so she must mean doing the bridge thing.

Holy Cow! Left side (ignorant side) knows how to do this!! I can actually get my butt off the floor! What a revelation! A true epiphany!! LEFT SIDE knows something Right Side doesn't! I go for it. I am doing these bridges, one, two, uh, strain three, PUUUUUL on four and barely make it to five. This is really a WORKOUT!

Then we do these wonderful stretches, which are heavenly because I am not lifting Butt off the floor, and the workout is over.

Something is wrong. She is thanking me for doing a 5 minute BOOTY workout. I don't feel anything in my booty as far as having been worked out. My abs and back thighs are quivering and sobbing.

I am not kidding here. I know my back thighs are sobbing. They have never been so abused in their lives, and they weren't even asked permission to be abused. Poor things!

Even the cellulite is mad at me for disturbing the bed upon which it grows.

And so, Dear Reader, I take my quivering, sobbing thighs to the shower, where I will annoint them with body oil after cleansing them as a means of repairing the damage I just did them.

Now, I shall continue with My Day Off.

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BEESPARKLE 8/27/2009 8:49PM

    Enjoy all your blogs and humor with them. Even the one about don't judge me. I might tell you what I am really thinking. Something like that. Tee,hee

Wonderful you make quilts for children. All of them are sooo beautiful and so personal for those ages you do. You sure you have lighten up the childrens hearts when you deliver them. How you must feel to see the smiles when you give them. I sure would like to be the fly on the wall that day or days when you go. What alot of T.L. Care you have put in them .

God Bless you. Congrat's for your weight loss. Looking good. emoticon
Bee here

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LOVESCAMPING 8/18/2009 12:42PM

    And maybe you might think about making Sunday a day off from watching exercise videos too??? emoticon

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NOTFATCAT 8/17/2009 4:47PM

    Man, see why I don't exercise to videos? Too much work and torture for me.
Good going.

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LOULOUBELLE2 8/17/2009 12:59PM

    I'm smiling and smirking as I read this as I have been there and done that. Especially the tipping over part, I'm good at that too....What a absolutely perfect description..........Love that shower bit.....bet that felt sooooo gooood.

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TOWHEE 8/16/2009 8:32PM

    Hey, this isn't fair. I have the hiccups now!
I'm going to have to watch that video and find out what was supposed to happen because the pictures in my brain are just TOO FUNNY.

Thanks for the laugh. It keeps me young and lowers my BP.

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Don't Tell Me THAT!

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Good day out there, dear Sparkies! Another beautiful day in Paradise, right?

Well, okay. Maybe not Paradise, but close to it. I love where I live. You couldn't get me away from this area with a tow truck.

We get the Times magazine (until the subscription runs out, which we will NOT be renewing), and there is an article in it that claims exercise will not cause weight loss. Only food intake (or not) can bring on weight loss.

Now what IDIOT would believe that?? I'm telling you, it does not take a rocket scientist or even a study (which we taxpayers get stuck for) to know that when we exercise, we BURN CALORIES!

So what happens to our burned calories? Do they just jump back on once the workout is over?? I don't think so!!

I have been burning calories on my stationery bike, the rowing machine, dancing, marching, walking, aerobics, workouts with that nasty Heather and other videos of routines. I have used my big ball and my towels and my workout band.

I have done sit ups, stretches, lunges, squats, weights. I have done Yoga, Tai Chi (not too often with either of these methods of torture), and have gone on long hikes up and down mountains.

I have speed walked through Costco, and ignored the food freebies. I have twisted to Chubby Checker, Shouted with the Beatles, and the Locomotive with Little Eva.

I have gasped for breath, learned that women indeed do more than "glisten". I have sweated.

I am sure I am leaving some things out, but by now you get the jist.

So here this clown writes a full article saying that this will not help me lose weight, but that it WILL make me feel better. We need the author to get on Spark People.

Some weeks I don't lose weight, but I lose inches. Other weeks I lose weight and no inches. Either way, exercise has played a huge role in it.

I don't bounce all over like I used to before I started working out. There is still jiggling, but not bounce! My legs don't look quite as lumpy as before, and my calves are beginning to have delineation. Even my arm flaps are down a full inch, and they are stronger. I have little dents where my waist once was instead of rolls.

My clothes fit me better, and I can stand up and put my jeans on!! It has been years since I could do that. I don't even have to lie down on the bed to zip them up, either! And when I take them off at night, there isn't the wrinkled red line cutting into my skin either.

"This Spark Thing", as I call it, is working. I don't even have nightmares of Heather any more. Miss Smarmy hasn't smirked at me for a while, and Bossy Daughter sends me Spark Goodies instead of lectures. She does, however, sneak in a little cautionary tidbit about my nutrition, but not real loudly.

Last night I turned down a bowl of ice cream from my husband. While he ate his, I did deep side bends. He is a jerk. He does not play fair! He gorges himself on ice cream with chocolate sauce, oreos, BUTTER, chips and dips, waffles and syrup...........he can still get in to his Air Force uniform from 40 years ago. He is disgusting. He's got these long legs, slim torso, and says inane things like "anyone can maintain their weight by only eating when they are hungry". I have gotten quite good at telling him to "Just ZIP it!". And then he gets HIS smarmy smirk on his face. I'm telling you: Life is not always fun.

Today I did my workout. I am sure I lost some weight from it. I will keep on working out as well as eating the right stuff, despite that stupid magazine article. And I will watch the scale become friendlier, my clothes fitting better, and take the weight loss compliments I am starting to get with grace. And then I will put on MY smarmy face when looking in the mirror and say "SO THERE!!".

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LOULOUBELLE2 8/14/2009 5:23PM

    Someone ought to send that Times author to a school for dummy's. I wonder if he really believes that or it just seemed like a good article. I hope he never gains weight that he has to try and lose JUST by eating....Sure don't work that way for me.......
If you don't mind I'll just keep on dancing and glistening with you....
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LOVESCAMPING 8/14/2009 12:22PM

    If exercise doesn't help weight loss, how come when I don't get exercise in, I can't lose weight! LOL

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DARCEYOH 8/13/2009 4:23PM

    I'm thinking the magazine was having a DUH-DUH-DUHMB moment. Of exercise alone won't make you lose weight. Changing eating habits will greatly help. Exercise will help maintain the weight loss, and help increase the amount of weight loss. Combine both, and one can be an unstoppable weight loss machine.

How dare he eat ice cream in front of you! That's just awful!

Keep up the good work!

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BIZEEMOMTO3 8/13/2009 3:25PM

    When you originally told me about the article, I thought it had to be a misprint, like the 52" tv's from Best Buy for 9.99. And just because Daddy can eat like that , doesn't mean he needs to do it in front of you! Tell him to knock it off or you are going to lock up your computer and not give him the password.

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MPENNE 8/13/2009 2:31PM

    It is so true. You can't believe everything you read. Too bad the magazine doesn't have a facts checker then this garbage wouldn't get printed. It is hard to believe in this day and age that something like that could get printed. Unreal

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Getting the Winning Game Back

Monday, August 10, 2009

My Red Sox are getting a bit pink. I painfully watched them get trounced by the Yankees after a brief lead of 2-1. then it all went downhill from there. It seems that my guys are a bit tired out, worn out and in much need of rest and relaxation.

All teams have their slumps. I know I do. I went into a mini-slump after the grueling dye-ing workshop. That thing just plain wore me out. To answer your question as to whether I will be doing a lot of fabric dying, the answer is a very loud NO!!

Saturday and Sunday were pretty much passed with me lying on the sofa or sitting in my chair with the TV on, watching the games between cat naps. It was rainy out, which agrees with daytime naps.

I was even too tired to make fattening foods. Instead, we munched our ways through salads in large quantities, Oreos and ice cream in moderate, sensible quantities.

Today is gloomy outside, which will be great for that pot of chili I made last night. It is also a perfect day to do some playing in the quilt room.

Speaking of my quilt room, I cleaned it again. I have been looking for stuff ever since. I know where my fabric, books, patterns, rulers, and templates are. I know where the freezer paper, tracing paper and pencils are. I know where my UFO's are. But I cannot find the big bags to put the UFO's in. I distinctly recall moving them to a place where it only made sense to put them. I have no idea where that sensible place could be, and I need those bags so I can fill them with quilt blocks for the charity quilts on Wednesday.

Here is what is happening with my brain. I am upstairs in the quilt room, and think of going downstairs for something. I get downstairs, having no idea why I am there, but automatically head for the pantry. Now mind you, I am not hungry. I am on auto pilot. I get in to the pantry, look at all the shelves, and decide I want a drink of water instead.

I get my water, put the penny in the jar, look around and head back upstairs. I go into the office, check the computer for emails, get hung up on SP, and then check out the cat food and water supply and clean the litter box.

Into the quilt room I go again. I spot the UFO's, but decide I don't feel like working on them. They have been sitting there so long I have forgotten where I was with them anyway. They now are intimidating to me, and seem to have a sinister attitude eminating from the piles.

Ignoring them by leaving the quilt room, I go into the bedroom. I look at the bed, thinking of just taking a nap. I know I am not tired, but that bed sure looks good!

Resisting the bed, I remember that I worked out today, and did a lot of good for my body by doing so. Just going to bed doesn't seem to fit in with the planned scenario I had when I first woke up.

Oh Yeah! I was going to have a very productive day, wasn't I? Now just what was I going to do anyway?

I remember my plans vaguely, but none of them hold my interest any more.

I need to go back to my old plan of making a list of things to do tomorrow and adhereing to it in the morning. I am very productive when I do that.

There is too much of life to be enjoyed than to spend it in front of the computer or TV or taking naps. After all, I workout to be in better shape; why sabotage it by wandering through my days lackluster?

Time for me and the Red Sox to get our winning game back.

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LOULOUBELLE2 8/10/2009 5:11PM

    Auto Pilot will get you in trouble all the time...But you did GOOD........

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BIZEEMOMTO3 8/10/2009 3:38PM

    You LOVE your lists. Great idea to keep yourself focused and motivated. Just a thought, you might be a little undernourished if you are having a hard time concentrating. Love you bunches!

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Dorothy Was Right....

Saturday, August 08, 2009

There's no place like home! I have been waiting to be home since Wednesday.

The fabric dye workshop is finally over. I spent the week with some fantastic people, artists all. Their creative energy just oozed all over the place, and we fed off each other's inspirations.

Have you ever taken a workshop that gave you too much information and too many choices? This was one of those. Each day we would begin with the instructor telling us the processes we were going to explore. She would begin with showing us some of her work, carefully describing which colors she used, the methods for each piece, and what not to do as well as what to do. Then she would discuss the various dyes and methods, along with information about various fabrics and textiles, and how the dyes react on them. A whole lot of eye candy that left me on overload, and I didn't even get started yet.

We would begin with a frenzy, running around like busy ants, grabbing buckets, choosing dyes, snatching fabrics. We dyed in baggies, we layered parfait in buckets, we tie dyed, we fold dyed, we scrunched dyed, and we over dyed.

We dyed large pieces of fabric with three layers of dyes. We dyed clothing. We dyed mercerized cotton, wool, rayon, pimatex, silk. We dyed T shirts, sweatshirts, sweat pants, yoga clothing, dresses, jackets, hats, and still more.

Then we would break for lunch. Ah, a time to sit back, feed ourselves, chat it up, and then back to the dyes.

After lunch, Teacher would introduce yet another method, going through all the routine as before, only with the new technique.

So now we change our focus and begin to obsess over a new thing. The articles lay outside in baggies, on clothes lines, in cat litter trays. Their were some out on the concrete, allowing the sun to do its work along with the discharge products used.

I began with a two yard piece of mercerized fabric. I wanted to make a large piece that looked like the Autumn sky for a quilt I have planned. I use the parfait in a bucket technique. I am aiming for an ombre, where the fabric goes from light to dark along the length of it, all in the same color.

It didn't work. Instead of a steadily deepening color, I got blotches of color with white on it where the dye didn't reach. I gamely say I can still use it. HA.

I move on to discharge dying, and I have a whole lot of fun with that. I discharge on sweatshirts that I picked up at Good Will, so it didn't really matter if they "took" or not.

I did silk screening, and I did the heat transfer thing. I stamp on fabric, which proved to be harder than it looked. At least for me. My stamped fabric did not come out clear at all, but rather blurred.

I did silk marbeling on squares of silk 11x15. That wasn't my favorite thing. I have these marbled pieces of silk with absolutely no idea what I am going to do with.

I was fed well, and stayed moving through the entire day with the exception of during lunch and the morning and afternoon lecture time. I was a puddle by the end of each day.

I was on overload all week long, becoming so exhausted as well as brain dead that I can't begin to say what was on TV or what I read at the end of the day. I was definitely on Zombie overload, and my brain simply shut down.

Now I am home. There's no place like home. Home means that I don't have to run around all day and wear myself to a frazzle. Being home means I don't have to interact with others. Home means I can sit at the computer and do SparkPeople all day if I want. Or I can go to my quilt rooms and play. Home is where I listen to whatever music I want to hear and take naps. Home has my exercise routine on the wall, and my workout tools.

I don't have to take turns at home. I don't have to be cheerful at home. I can be a recluse, grumpy, quiet. I can shuffle around in my tattered slippers, don't have to brush my hair or put on make up. I don't have to be color co-ordinated with my clothing. Heck! I don't even have to wear clothing at ALL at home!

I can sit and get caught up with my mail. I can hold my catty girls on my lap for as long as they need it. I can turn off the brain, go on auto pilot and not be questioned.

And now I can close this blog and do my workout. After all, I am HOME!!!

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LOULOUBELLE2 8/9/2009 5:06PM

    I admire your staying power...I don't think I could have done it.........Not in so short a time anyway....maybe over several sessions set a week or more apart. My brain doesn't work any more with all that overload. emoticon

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NOTFATCAT 8/9/2009 3:13PM

    Glad you had a 'good' time and were able to get out of your routine for awhile.
Hope you were able to still be true to yourself and stay SP focused while you were gone and don't have to backtrack much, if any.
Good to have you back.

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MSUEQUILTS 8/8/2009 5:50PM

    The one thing you didn't do is curl up and dye! LOL!! Wow! I don't know if I would survive that! The question is, are you going to dye stuff on your own?

If SP had ruby slipper goodies, I'd send you one!

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BIZEEMOMTO3 8/8/2009 12:35PM

    Those homeschool conferences I used to go to were just like that. Overload information. I was always so glad to get home and do nothing. It often felt like I had time warped around the universe by the time I made it home. No running around your quilt room naked unless your shades are pulled, you don't want gawkers! emoticon

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Waisting Away With Rock and Roll

Friday, July 31, 2009

It has cooled down today. Our normal weather has returned, and for that, I am grateful. So grateful in fact, that I did a bit longer workout today.

It all started with DH getting up and leaving for the three day Flea Market. He isn't going to be gone for three days; he will return sometime today. I know he will be dragging stuff home that will sit around for a while until I give it to some charity or other, but at least he is out and about today.

I put on my exercise bra, stayed in my panties, and began the workout plans. I spy my big blue ball. Today is not a strength workout day, but what the heck? I will do some ball exerecises.

First, I have to dust off the ball. That should tell you something. Then I get busy and do Hamstring Flexion, then on to Lying Hamstring Curls with Ball, and the phone rings.

Now I can either answer the phone or keep working out. I grab the phone, and it is a friend from CA who has never worked out in his life. He has called to let me know his latest surgery and illness report. Have you ever had a friend who just LOVES to talk about their surgeries and illnesses? Well, this guy is that friend. He starts in with all the details of his gall bladder surgery, beginning with the tests which indicated he might need the surgery. As he journeys me through the tests and Dr. visits, and then to the pre-op crap that he goes through, I suddenly interrupt him and say I am putting the phone on speaker so I can continue my workout.

He can hear me now, so I get back to the ball. I do Wall Squats with Dumbells and Ball, then on to the Kneeling Rollout with Ball. All the time he is talking about his woes. I grunt answers, and make huffing and puffing noises into the phone, but he doesn't get the message. So I stretch through his being released from hospital and all the woes of recuperation. I do a lot of extra stretches.

Wait a minute! This guy really hates talking about Politics.....mainly because it isn't about HIM, so I start talking about the Obama/Professor/Cop thing. I am in favor of the cop, and I really would like to have Obama make a decision as to whether he wants to be President or a Social Worker. This disturbs my friend, and he gets off the phone. Mission accomplished.

On goes the CD, and here comes the fun part. Of course, it is my favorite.......good old fashioned Rock and Roll. I love dancing to the music! It doesn't even feel like exercise, yet my body sculpting is beginning to show, especially around my waist.

That's right. I said "Waist"! I am getting one! I am able to see little dents in the sides of my body. I think my butt is getting a tiny bit smaller, too. But that might just be wishful thinking on my part.

I will find out tomorrow, which is weigh-in and measure day. Usually I dread those days, but I am changing my attitude toward them.

I think it is the dancing that is doing it. Did I tell you that today I added singing along with the music as part of my workout? DH isn't home, so he doesn't have to come rushing in to see if I am okay or being attacked by Banshees, so I am singing to the top of my lungs. It is FUN!! I think it makes my workout even more strenuous.

Who cares? We girls just love to have fun. It doesn't matter if I look like a bit like a bouncing elephant, nor does it matter that I sing off key. It matters that I am DOING it. It matters that I am LAUGHING. It matters that it makes me HAPPY. And it matters that it makes me MOVE.

I hope you find something that makes you sing loudly, laugh, happy and move!

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KAROUSELL46 8/3/2009 8:07PM

    Your blogs are a hoot to read. Thats funny how you got your friend off the phone. lol You are doing so goood. You're are an inspiration to all of us.

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LOULOUBELLE2 8/1/2009 2:39PM

    AHHHHHHHH, My DH goes golfing early Monday. Think I just might try looking like that bouncing elephant in my bra and panties as I dance and use the stability ball...Heck, I might even try singing....Good Idea...I'll think of you while doing it. emoticon emoticon emoticon emoticon

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LOVESCAMPING 7/31/2009 7:12PM

    I'm impressed. You go girl! emoticon

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ALMMOM 7/31/2009 3:59PM

    Awesome fun with it all.

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CAROLJTD40 7/31/2009 2:59PM

    What a great reminder that exercise doesn't have to be boring. I love dancing around the house even if my dh looks at me weird and my kitties hide under the bed. :-)

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