Friday, October 05, 2012
Shopping has not ever been on of my favorite strong suits anyhow and grocery shopping is right below cleaning the toilet bowl.
It wasn't until recently I really understood why.
I have been taking Nutrition classes, Sustainable Agriculture classes, and various other classes revolving around foods and our lifestyles. I've always been curious as to what the hype was and IF it was.
Well, I will admit. After watching documentaries such as "Food Inc" and "Forks over Knives" and "Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead" it's really changed not only the way I look at food, but what foods can enter this under remodel temple called MY BODY.
Now, I promised the man, the head honcho, the hubster that I would treat this like the topic of religion and politics in our house and although we all respect various ones, we don't preach it. Fair enough, right?
um.....but then there's shopping.
Because he isn't quite caught up in what goes in our bodies as passionately as I am and because the budget matters more (like in so many households) as far as prioritizing it, we come across a few obstacles.
I bought organic sugars. I bought several of them because I wanted to try them out and see what everyone thought. So first was Sugar in the Raw, then Organic coconut sugar, and both were very very good. Sweet. My girls are all for organic and healthy eating. They always have been and honestly, they probably feel like they influenced me into this thinking. I'll let them think that.
We all go grocery shopping and hubby picks up a 5 pound bag of sugar. I tell him "honey, we have two bags at home....I just bought them" to which he replies:
"there's something up with that sugar"
"Yes there is" I say "it's real sugar"
He gave me the "look".
You know which one I'm talking about...the one that says "yeah right" then rolls the eyes to the ceiling as the white sugar goes in the cart.
It's been like that with pretty much everything: brown rice versus white rice, whole wheat bread versus white breads, even the flours get bought doubled (whole wheat versus white)
Today he came out of the bedroom holding the toothpaste. "really? " he asked I smiled..."whuuuuuat? It taste like mint"
"it makes me gag and want to puke" (my turn to rolls the eyes)
so, now I have to go buy his own toothpaste, which I don't mind cuz he's a cap leaver offer and mashes the tube. I, however, am not.
We go out to eat: "I'll have a hamburger, no tomatoes, no onions, and she will have your sawdust burger"
so to say it's becoming a little more difficult to incorporate foods into the house might be an understatement. I picked up tofu and threw it in the basket the other day and he says "woman, are you TRYING to kill me?" to which I replied "depends, have you up'd your insurance yet?"
and it's not just the eating. I like to run....correction I like the attempt at running. He FEARS running I think. Normally I'd be like "no biggie, I run he doesn't" only I think he tries to make sure I don't run. He takes me on 3-5 miles walks with him, which I adore and we talk and talk, but if I bring up running I can actually feel his tension building as he explains how "bad it is for knees and joints" and how "it's especially dangerous for you with your eyes" and I love him but sometimes...GAH.
So, I think that may cross out runs like Disneyland or the Vegas Rock n Roll runs, or may just happen to coincide a run with a vacation?
I'm not going to give in though. I'm still pushing forward. It's just sometimes when I feel alone or defeated I have to come on here and remotivate myself. I've been on here A LOT!! lol
In other news:
We sign on our new house today. The 4th bedroom has been dubbed "mine" and I can do it pink blue green whatever. LOL Being a workout room, I don't know. I'll probably do something nice, yet simple :o) My family is so ready to move in and slightly cranky with anticipation. It will be nice to have a house of our own again and I look forward to the gardens in our tiny-er yard. Hubby says he's going to build me several veggie beds so I can "eat that weird rabbit stuff you've been calling food"
If he's not careful, I'm going to tell him how I put zucchini in his brownies and how I put the organic coconut sugar in the regular sugar bag!!
Until next time.....
Friday, September 21, 2012
I don't know why. I'm 5 ft 7 inches which by some standards should be tall. I was talking to my daughter on their way to school and I tell her "I feel short. I wish I could gain about 3 inches and wear heels, I'd feel like Lady Diana!!" She laughed at me and said "Mom, I AM that tall and I hate it because I tower over everyone"
I thought about this. It's true. She's tall, very tall. In my family she fits right in. In my family, I'm short, but in society she's "too tall" and I'm probably pretty average.
But it came down to the perception we both had about ourselves and each other. We both longed for what the other had.
I wonder if this is what we all do with everything in our lives.
Well, the buggers are back. I didn't even creep up to 173, more like JUMPED to it. I can't understand why. Let's break it down.
Was it the lack of exercise since school started? could be.
Was it the inconsistency of working out? possibly
Is is Spark's Fall/Spring/Summer challenge breaks? for sure!
Could it be the three plates of nachos covered in Velveeta? hmm, no. I think not.
I did my first Cross Fit class on Tuesday! Yup. I went in all nervous and looked around at these gorgeous (what are you even DOING here?) people sweating like no other. I was so nervous I almost didn't go, but I really want to beat that feeling this year. I advised the lady it was my first time and I was hard of hearing. I kept in my ears and she stayed by me giving me advice on how to do the moves and whatnot. Remind me to give her a card. Next thing I knew everyone is running out the door for a 400 meter dash. I tried to keep up with them but lingered behind.......they all ran to the back door to go in so I tried to keep up with them.......but somehow when I got behind the building I realized there were SEVERAL buildings and I was on the wrong block.
Yup. Got lost running around the building. Only I can do that.
Once I figured out which building was mine the class was already doing bars and practicing their "lifts" and stance. The nice lady (Aubry) came and caught me up. I still need to practice the stance (I keep jumping and you can't do that with weights)
Then we did 250 meter rows, jump on the box (I did it I did it I did it!!!), dumbbell lifts, more rows, more jumps, more double lifts...People were falling down on the ground and sweat was decorating the carpet. I had my 3 pound weights and realized quickly that they had been replaced with ten pounds (not by me, but the nice lady LOL)
Then we did like a captains chair thing on the bar for our cores and called it a class. Throughout the whole thing I was last, clumsy, falling, tripping, getting lost, and hurting. But, I also managed to jump on the box (something I never thought I could do with my limited vision) and row like it was nothing.
I came home, freshened up and went to algebra. After we all came home that afternoon I was still thinking about the class. How even though it was so hard, I couldn't wait to go back. I didn't tell my family I had gone. Not out of embarrassment or anything but because it was such a good feeling, I didn't want anything to taint it. I will go back on Tuesday.
After I came home, hubby says to me "we haven't had our walk in forever, lets go" I was already sore, but again, didn't tell him why so as not to let on I went for a walk...an 80 minute brisk, 3 and a half mile walk. LOL
To say I was sore the next morning could be and understatement.
Classes are a little stressful now. I'm into week 5 and this is exam week. I wish I could say I'm acing my favorite class, but somehow the features of the skull eluded me. I now know what a humerus and femur really look like though.
OH OH! Guess what?
Looks like we got a house. Really. The appraisals done and we just need underwriting to finish being picky about the file and give us the okay to close. Lots of good vibes please! It's funny how this October moving doesn't seem to stress me as much. Maybe it's because it is with my husband rather than from him. Yes. That has been one year folks. Alcohol free I might add :o) He's become more than the man I married and I might ALMOST venture to say "I love him" almost.
but I still haven't talked to his family **cough MIL cough** in a year....ah, life just keeps getting better!!
Oh yeah, before I lose my train of thought. So, I want to say that my biggest goal right now is to establish a workout routine IN SPITE of school and all of the above mentioned.
I went to the wedding. The dress did NOT fit (in the bosom area still) so that is still a goal, but the shoes. I wore them, they were so freaking tight and I didn't care. I felt like the wonderful quote from Sex and the City: "these shoes, they pinch my feet. But, I love them!!"
So I'm thinking maybe my birthday for the dress.....November. nah, I don't celebrate that day. LOL okay then HUBBY'S birthday in November. There we go. I figure if I don't celebrate a birthday I can't get older....
I wonder if that works on getting taller too.....
Friday, September 07, 2012
First of all to be Spark related: the battle is won!! 168-8
Finally broke through that pesky 170s trail that have been long since guarded by the pesky and relentless mutant resistant fat cells.
Still have quite the war on fat though......
As a reward, I bought the shoes to go with the dress. What do you think? They are SUEDE!!!!!!
I'm so excited to get them. My niece's wedding is next Saturday (not this one, but next) and I'm so hoping to squeeze myself into the dress and shoes...they still make corsets if all else fails right?
Classes are going well. I'm taking Nutrition which I'm hoping helps out with my daily life. Anthropology IS as fun as I'd hoped. Hard, as I'm studying the various names of the skull and bones, but fun reading case files and determining how one can be identified when nothing is really left. Crazy stuff!!
Algeblah still plagues me with those negatives though.
and I'm taking Public Speaking, it's nothing like Larry Crowne.
Ever heard the expression "you're not helping me, but making more work for me"?
I have this thing, you know pet peeves kind of? It's with laundry. The never ending battle of laundry. I have just today discovered why I'm always doing this thing and how my family, bless their little hearts, are always creating more work for me.
See, my "rule of thumb" is that the laundry is never done unless it's been washed, dried, folded and put away. If it's just "washed" it's not done, right? right. Knew you'd understand.
Well, I caught myself today looking at the heaping pile of laundry on the dryer and out of habit threw them all on the ground to wash.
When it dawned on me.
I'm always forever washing clean clothes......and I don't mean the one or two items that magically appear back in the basket even though no one has worn the darn thing.
I stood there having internal battles with the various voices in my head.
"but they're not done"
"all you have to do is fold them"
"they're not warm"
"nope they've hit the floor, too late"
and back in the washer they went. I looked in the dryer. Yup, more clothes. So, the dryer went on. One simply cannot fold clothes unless the clothes are warm and the top of the washer/dryer is empty.
So, guess what I'm doing today??
so, call me Quirky.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
We get ready to look at pretty much the only house for sale in town when I find my pearl necklace. Granted, I don't wear much jewellery I like this necklace because my sister in law had given it to me when her and my brother in law broke up. It's pretty and I rarely get to talk to her much anymore. Anyhow, I put it on with my baggie Capri, throw my hair up in a ponytail, debate on eye make up, decided against it and get my coffee. Hubby looks at me and says "why are you so dressed up?" Confused I look at him and he points to the necklace. I can't help but wonder....what's that all about? How bad must I look to have a necklace be "dressed up"? LOL
Do you ever watch "Cops" and wonder if you know the people?
Well, as feared I have slacked off this week due to scheduling of school and what not. I don't like it at all so come heck or high water tomorrow I will work out!!
I'm holding me accountable!!
Oh Oh! My niece...the one getting married, came over with her fiancÚ and cute little baby girl. I couldn't hold the baby much since I have a real knack for making them cry. I don't know why it is really, but I do. Anyhow, she's one of the few that doesn't cry too terribly much around me. I forgot where I was going with this story...I must be tired. I think I wanted to say something about it's her wedding that I want the goal dress for, but got sidetracked with the baby.
I'm still lingering at 171. I suppose that's good ...I'll be great at maintenance if I ever get there...
Class is going good this first week. I'm really enjoying my forensic anthro class. There's a LOT of reading though so my eyeballs feel like they are going to just "shut" on me. I'll have to tell you guys more later...there's so much to say and my brain won't get it out on blog.
Well, it's either Saturday night or Sunday morning so Good morn-night!!
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Still teetering at 170-171...it's as if the scale says:
I have slackered off on the war effort of exercising though so the little buggers are creeping in my tush, back to the squats to keep them at bay. Break out the celery swords!!!!
We got loan approval on a house!! That's the good news. The "not so good" news is that it's for an amount just below what all the houses are selling for. hmm.
OH! speaking of houses....as some of you know my kitchen is awesomely pink. Tom sometimes dare to ask "when can we paint" with a reply from me of "when we move"..
do you see where this is going? We are going to look at a house, and sad to say, it will not have a pink kitchen.
Now, I said nothing about not having a pink workout room though...hmmmm.
Speaking of colors, we took the other kid shopping and I kept exclaiming "look at this one!" and "OMG, this is SOO cute" to these really beautiful vibrant colors, shoes included.
Tom says "why must you insist on being attracted to everything that is trackable by space satellite?"
But seriously, have you SEEN these??
does it NOT remind you of these days??
sighs....Oh, I can't wait to wear scarves and sew "vintage" hot colored outfits. I may never been seen with my husband again, but I'll look GOOOOOOD whether he knows it or not. LOL okay, so I'll look good in my own mind. Have I mentioned I'm probably going to be one of those eccentric older gals with lipstick stuck in her teeth and vibrant reddish pink hair and cool freaking hats?
Speaking of twisted, why does Boy George look better as a girl than I do?
probably because he wasn't at war with his own arse.
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