Saturday, February 04, 2012
Well, it looks like everyone in my house gained weight last year. My cat who was once the runt of the litter, has to lose four pounds. My vet, who I love, advised me...no told me...um Rusty’s getting FAT. No more free-feeding. No more open bowls of food. Now, I don’t free feed but I DO have a hi-tech automatic feeder that doles out precise portions for breakfast and dinner on autopilot...for infinity. With one tiny problem.
Just like a bunch of teenagers left alone with a vending machine, my cats have put their feline heads together to outwit this piece of technology. They’ve learned if they simply insert their paw at just the right angle...FREE SNACK TIME! My high tech machine is really just my cat's big bowl of Cheetos.
Well there’s no such thing as a free lunch anymore.
My cats are taking their tips from SparkPeople and on a diet too. There is no more dry food because well, like many on a diet, they have to limit their carbs.
So, they are on what my friend calls,”the CATkins diet.” No empty carbs, just quality high protein wet cat food. Dr. Atkins would be proud.
I also have to offer “healthy snacks.” I did not know that cats enjoy fresh greens in the form of alfalfa and certain grasses. So, I am growing them fresh kitty greens. Certifiably organic...and they love them. This city girl is going green.
I want this to work for them so they don’t get the feline versions of human diseases like diabetes and joint issues. And it's helping me stay on track.
Finally, between the extra toys and catnip I’ve bought, they are being more active so maybe I should start tracking their fitness minutes? Now, if I could only teach them to use their paw to spin the Spark wheel everyday?
Here's Spike giving it his best shot but it's a little blurry.
Well, now that I’ve watered the kitty grass, I have to go and earn my own Spark fitness minutes. Have a great weekend and Keep the Spark!
Saturday, January 07, 2012
Happy New Year!
I am so glad that 2011 is over. It was an injury, accident, disaster filled year. By the end, I kind of looked like one of the zombies in “the Walking Dead” but with slightly better hair and makeup. (Well on most days.)
At the end of 2011, I finally was able to get back on my bike and start working out. Then something sparked in my reptilian brain. It doesn’t do that very often.
Three things came to mind:
I missed cycling and exercise. (When I don’t exercise, I get tired, zombie-like and can eat corn chips for dinner before I pass out in front of the TV.)
My bike pants didn’t fit. (Spandex is a cruel mistress.)
I needed to get back on Sparkpeople.
The truth will set you free. I finally went to the gym to weigh myself. Yes, I am precisely 12 pounds over my maintenance weight. One stinking pound for every lousy month of my awful 2011.
The fact that last year has settled on my stomach and thighs is pretty rude! (The nerve!) The fact that I have to think about last year every time I try to squeeze into Spandex (don’t ask). Or the fact that I LOVE sweatpants and flannel PJs right now. But I probably can’t wear these to meetings at work. Not even on casual Friday.
So, 2011 has got to GO! It is officially last year. It is done..so last season. And I am finished carrying around last year’s baggage.
Monday, August 23, 2010
100+ kilometers, 70 miles and a bottomless cookie jar!!!
Rest Stop#1:It’s a Cookie-Palooza!!! Mile 14.
As the cookie monster would say, "Cooookiieees!!!"
Actual Cookie Baking Lady. (I LOVE this RIDE!!!)
Most delicious, oatmeal, chocolate chip, goodness.
And loads of healthy stuff (grapes, bananas, three types of melon, salted potatoes, bagels, etc.)
Even though we are burning over 3000 calories today, I can actually see my ticker moving AWAY from my goal weight. Hmmm... I could actually GAIN weight on this ride.
Rest Stop#2: A Cookie Oasis in the Dry Heat: Mile 33.9
Espresso- Chocolate Chip (These are not cookies but MAGIC!) (Oh my goodness!) There were girly-like squeals of joy from hardened grizzled men over these cookies in the upper left hand corner. I am sure that the recipe is a closely guarded trade secret. (I could tell you but I’d have to do away with you...)
Also, I thought it was just a dream. NO, it’s a real OASIS. It’s a huge CYTOMAX truck with the reps mixing the electrolyte elixir so we don’t dehydrate. We run up to the table in droves like we have been wandering in the Mojave desert for days. This is the BEST RIDE EVER!!!
They prepare us for the worst climbs of the day. We leave smiling giddy with the fond memories of chilled Cytomax and cookies.
Rest Stop#3: “Spray n Go” Service While you Wait: Mile 56.1
Did you ever get so hot riding that you wanted to run through the sprinkers on someone’s lawn? Well here is your chance to make your dreams come true. They have a spray station. Here are J and G making goofy poses in a brave attempt to cover all of their body parts in cool water.
More sammies and cookies and just in case you need someone to adjust your bike.
There is a BIKE mechanic with a entire lift who is actually tuning up people’s bikes while they dine. (I am speechless).(I think this ride is better and easier than my real life!)
Finish Line/El Finito: The Price is Right Stop: Ben and Jerry’s Anyone??? :
Registration Area: Mile 70
Lunch could have been a let down. They could have coasted on the fact that we actually ate so well, that we weren’t that hungry but NOT this ride.
Barbeque carnitas, freshly shredded lettuce, chips, all the fixins to make your own soft tacos. Sodas, juices, and a Ben and Jerry’s Cart. OK, I know B&J is not Spark friendly. So, I dig out my well worn, sweaty green bucks to pay for my scoop. I ask how much. The perky teen responds,”It’s free.” A FREE Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream cart with the full slate of flavors!!! Had I not eaten so much, I would have just saved my appetite just for this!!!
This is ALL covered in the registration fee along with a beautiful poster of Napa Valley suitable for framing. WOW, this IS the best ride ever!
Unlimited homemade cookies, beautiful scenery and FREE Ben and Jerrys!!!
Count me IN! See you next year!!!
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Today’s Fog City Ride lived up to its billing. Even the sculptures in San Francisco were searching for sunshine.
This is August in California and I am wearing a turtleneck to go riding. Welcome to Summer in San Francisco.
I hopped our friendly ferry to meet up with the gang at the Java House in SF.
Today was an interesting day. I thought about why I ride. Why I get up on a foggy, cold, windy day to go out with my bike club when I want to sleep-in. And the funny thing is, like Lance says,”It’s not about the bike.”
It’s about the way that I was ready to go into the iPod zone and sleep when one of the deck hands on the ferry asked me where I was riding today and said jokingly,”if you are not going to work, you must be a tourist.” Now I was half-asleep, craving caffeine and carbs and wondering,”why AM I up anyway?” Well, he was persistent in making conversation. Most of the crew are pretty rough and tumble, missing a few teeth with more than a few tattoos to make up for them. Then he starts to talk about biking. And how he is going on a 40 day bike tour of England. (FORTY!) And about how he blew out his knee, then had a heart attack, then his wife died but he still wants to bike. Jeez, am I feeling like my life is easy. We end up talking for the entire trip about England and how they love Napa Valley wines in France and biking in Paris (which by the way, he did on his last trip). And how because his work is seasonal, he goes for 6-8 weeks at a time. He’s amazing. Hands down, the best conversation I’ve had on mass transit with a stranger. He tells me,”my name is Bud but everyone calls me Uncle Bud.” I have a NEW bud, all because of the bike.
It’s about the way that I make a last minute, split decision to take the fork in the road that leads to the Advanced bike route and hang with the big boys (and gals) today. I talk to B. I am in AWE of B. He NEVER struggles on a ride. Last time I remember, he rode up a 8% grade, after riding 115 miles, doing the yeoman’s work pulling the front of a tandem bike and encouraged ME the whole way. Then he tells me today,”You’re the bike club socialite.” I’m like,”Huh?” He explains that,”You ride with the light (beginner) group but you are a strong rider so you can ride with anyone. You’re social with everyone and you have great energy.” (I actually think I blushed and thanked him.) I consider HIM to be the one who is a great bike club member. When I started riding, he was the one who would ride fast with me but let me keep up with him. He’s a phenomenal rider but an even better bike buddy. If you Google,”nice guy” I am pretty sure you’ll see him in the results! Again, these are the people I have the privilege of spending time with because of the bike.
Finally, I see R who has a new fancy, semi-custom bike. She is beaming. We ride together and I ooh and aah over how smooth and cool the bike is. We both love inexpensive, good restaurants so we swap places. I tell her about a Mexican and Cambodian restaurant. She fills me in on a place to find incredible fish tacos. Then I find out that she’s struggling with her lender and her mortgage. We chat and I get to give her a few referrals. Then luckily, it turns out that I can help her through a partnership we have through my company for FREE. She’s calling me so I can get her in touch with someone who can give her some advice so she can make the right decision for her. She seems really appreciative that she can get someone to talk to about this. I’m just happy that she’s happy and we’re still getting in a good ride. And the fog is finally lifting. And it’s all because of the bike. But of course, it’s not really about the bike. It’s about the people I meet because of the bike.
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