Saturday, September 19, 2009
I think I did the math right. Today marks my official one year anniversary for drinking 64 ounces of water a day. I have not missed a single day since I told myself I WAS going to do it! This has probably been one of the hardest things for me to accomplish, because I am not by nature someone who likes drinking water. Sure, I've always liked my coffee and sodas-but not plain old water. I remember a year ago writing to people on the spark boards asking how DID they manage to do that?! I got lots of advice, from adding Crystal Light to lemons. I asked if people were water 'purists' or if they counted all liquids as part of the total. Again, a few different opinions on that one. In the end, I decided that I would try to add 64 ounces of pure water, in addition to anything else I drank, into my day. I also cut out all caffeine (good for a pounding 2 week headache...). I do every now and then have a regular cup of coffee, but they are few and far between. It also meant giving up my 2 a day cans of Diet Pepsi. I think I've had maybe 3 sodas in the past year. Honestly-I haven't missed it. The water drinking is now a part of my routine. I may not always eat right, but at least I've got this thing nailed!
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Jeri, owner of the van, informed me the window I was squished through was actually 7"x14". Now I'M even impressed! That would explain some of the bruising...
Monday, August 03, 2009
Okay, I have to blog about this while it is still fresh in my mind because it was SO funny! Some of my coworkers and I went out to lunch today at a rather nice resort restaurant. Afterwards a few of them went home and the rest of us decided to poke around in some of the little shops. Well, having done and seen all there was we all decided to call it a day and head home. Jeri, one of the gals, suddenly realizes she can't find her van keys. She frantically digs around in her purse, then comes to the conclusion that she must have left them in her vehicle. I walk across the parking lot with her to her conversion van, because she had left her cell phone at home and I told her she could use mine to call her DH if she needed to. Jeri peers through the passenger window and sure enough, there are the keys on the driver's seat. Unfortunately, she had locked the darn thing. She goes around to every window and door just to see if there is any way in the world she can get in, but no luck. The van has several of these little sliding windows that are about 12" x 18". She said, "When I did this once before I got one of these open and then I could reach around in the back and get the rear lock open. " So she tries each of these windows again and ta da...she gets the one behind the driver's seat to open! Too bad that no matter how far she sticks her arm in she can't reach far enough to get to the keys. By this time, the other 2 friends that had stuck around had driven up in their car. We're all standing there thinking of what to do, when Jeri turns to me and says, "I bet you can fit through the window." Now, this does not sound like a really great idea to me. It really does not look like a very big space, but I am willing to give a try. I had to turn my head sideways and my shoulders went through, but I got hung up by "the girls." So I back out and am like, "No way...I can't fit." But Jeri is nothing if not persistent. "Let's try going feet first. Come on...we'll pick you up and slide you in." So here we are, 4 grown women in the parking lot of this nice facility. Three of them are picking me up and sliding me through this slot like an envelope into a mailbox. I got all the way in except again get caught by "the girls." They are trying to shove me through, and I am hopelessly caught, thinking, "Oh my God; I hope I don't have to explain this to a police officer or need to be extricated by the Jaws of Life." The whole thing was about like getting a mammogram from a street paver. I finally said, "No-this isn't going to work. Get me out!" So they manage to haul me back out. Meanwhile, there is a guy and his son on the other side of the van watching through the windows with these real amused expressions. We are all laughing hysterically by now, because in the process I have nearly been 'depantsed', Jeri then said, "Okay, lets try it one more time face down." I said, "No...we already did that!" She said, "But we weren't sending you through straight." So, once again I stick my head and shoulders through and the other 3 pick up my legs and start shoving. "The girls" are quite compressed (and you have to understand that they are really NOT impressive!) and I am yelling, "OW, OW, OW!" They are all laughing behind me, and, of course, taking pictures. One more good shove and I went through! Now I know how babies feel at the moment of childbirth!
Anyway, I was able to get the keys and save my friend a trip to the locksmith. We took a few more pictures and had quite a laugh. So...I suppose it pays to have lost enough weight to squeeze into a tiny space!
Monday, May 18, 2009
My Mother's Day present this year was a fitness monitor. I wear the chest monitor, along with the little wrist watch thing that tracks all the data. In the house, it is a wonderful thing if I'm using it on my elliptical. However, I'm finding that if I'm outside with the darn thing I get TONS of interference and it only seems to work about half the time. I was so frustrated while running yesterday (6 miles in about 52 minutes) that it showed I only burned 173 calories and my average heart rate was 95! I know there are a lot of power lines near the track I ran on, so that it probably the issue, but it happened at the tennis courts too. GRRR! I really wanted to know how well I was actually doing yesterday, because I did a LOT of exercise. Has anyone else out there had this kind of experience?
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