Tuesday, January 25, 2011
I've been trying to blog for three days now. I'll start one, get halfway through, then think to myself, "Do these people REALLY want to know why the cat got into my toilet?" Or "If I put this in black and white and something REALLY happens to Brian, will I get the blame??" Usually huffing, I will delete everything and go off to my painting corner. It's amazing what frustrated streaks of blazing red will do for a painting...or black. After that I usually wash my brushes, lay them out to dry, grab a magic marker and black out all the teeth of the models in the Elder-Beerman flyer. Or put horns on the guys in the motorcycle magazines.
I've just been...what's the word I'm looking for...disjointed in my thoughts as of late. Restless. Not so much "angry" just searching for something of which I don't know what I'm searching for. I keep telling myself that it will pass. Especially when winter is over and I can climb on my bike and take off like a bat out of heck on the highway. THAT'S my problem. I like heat. I like SUN. I have a feeling that my Vitamin D levels are pretty much non-existent. My skin has turned vampire-white and my recent hair dye job has made me look gothic. I woke up the other morning to Brian holding his finger under my nose checking for air output. When I opened one eye. he practically jumped out of his skin; he had the nerve to tell ME I scared HIM???
Sigh. I envy people who live in the tropics. Or southern Arizona. Like where my 28-year-old son lives. He has to call every weekend and say, "Do it! Guess! Guess the temperature here today!" The last time he called and said that, I hung up on him. He immediately called back and I let the phone ring until the answering machine picked up. It was then he screamed, "74! CAN YOU FRIGGIN' BELIEVE IT??" Some days I STILL threaten to give him up for adoption.
Breanna is doing well. She texted me at 2 a.m. the other morning telling me she discovered a great place to hang out with all of her college friends. It was called "The Hookah Bar" and, half asleep, I texted back, "That's so great, honey. Enjoy." At 4 a.m. I shot up out of bed and Googled "hookah." HOOKAH??? The NAME just sounds wrong. BAR??? Oh, HECK no!! After 45 minutes of texting to a person who did not answer back, I was getting pretty spastic. Finally at 5 a.m. she texted back and said, "No, Mom, I'm not at the bar, I'm in BED! Some of us have class today!" She finally reassured me that she did not ACTUALLY GO TO THE BAR, but to the little game room ABOVE the bar. Now, would I please allow her to sleep... and not tell Dad?? What?
I'll be fine. Nothing that a few days of rest can't cure. And a seventh Super Bowl win can't take care of. Oh, it's gonna happen! Yessirree!! I've already got my guest list made and made a list of all snacks I'm going to prepare. No cheese, though. Cheese is prohibited.
Hookah?? Maybe. Depends on how the half goes.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Just a little update on things...I've just come off of a flare-up and have slept my brains out for the last few days so it has done me well. I think I needed it! Anyone with insomnia will tell you that these little reprieves are a total-Godsend and you take them when you can get them. I can't help but wonder if BT contributed to my sudden illness. I've taken a break from that as it has caused me to have a poor appetite although my energy levels went out of control. Any sudden change in my normal routine not only screws with my lupus or OCD but causes me to feel disoriented and out of control so perhaps it's not a good thing for me. Which really sucks because I was seeing immediate results but, in my opinion, it's not worth what's left of my mind.
Uncle Larry is stable. They have inserted a feeding tube and he is coherent from time-to-time. It still doesn't look great but, in my experience, I've seen the elderly bounce back from the brink of death and go for another few months or years. He has the support of his family and his church and the prayers that he has received has certainly aided in his perseverance and hopeful attitude. Shane is still waiting on word when he may be going to Afghanistan. I've been comforted by your comments on how things are slightly better there for ones who are serving or helping to rebuild. In all honestly, I'm still slightly sick over the thought of it, but he is in God's hands. By all accounts, that's the best place that any of us could ever be.
I'm still going to be absent here and there but will get on every-so-often to see how much trouble you all are causing. Once things calm down, I will come and visit each of you personally and hand out the appropriate punishment. Haha....or give you kudos.
Love you guys. Each and every one of you! Thank you all for bearing with me...
Thursday, January 13, 2011
I'm sold, guys. I slept last night ALL NIGHT, for the first time in two years. After my BT yesterday morning, the rest of my day was energized. That evening I took a leisurely 45-minute stroll on my stationary bike followed by a hot bath. Once my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light. For me, the fact that I slept like a baby, had me up and at 'em to do the same thing today. I am appreciative of the concerns some of you have while I do BT. With my healthcare knowledge and background, it doesn't seem as if exercising this way before breakfast would be a positive thing. However, I will carefully keep close scrutiny on my body and make needed adjustments. I am aware of my limitations and promise to not push past them.
This morning I was biting at the bit to get started. After warming up with a moderate pace on the stationary for approximately 10 minutes, I cranked it up until I was in the "zone." By "zone" I mean the place where my body adjusted nicely to the increased speed where I was to remain for 40 minutes. I have settings on the bike tension that range from 1 to 10. I use nine because it works the muscles in my legs as well giving me the "oomph" for my cardio push. I could feel my body getting used to that speed and my lungs and heart rate became used to the "high;" I was not out of breath, I was not feeling any discomfort. I easily kept the pace until I had to remind myself that my pre-set limit today was for 40 minutes only. I could have went farther, harder, longer. But I will maintain a steady increase over the next few weeks so that I don't burn out.
I slowly decreased my speed over the next ten minutes. I actually felt more energized than before I began. A little sidenote of information here: I am not a breakfast person by nature. I've always had difficulty with nausea eating first thing in the morning so most days I DO NOT eat it. On this program you are REQUIRED to eat it, no ifs, ands or buts. I've noticed the past few mornings that I do NOT have the nausea while eating and, for me, that is a HUGE plus to this program also. I slept, I'm eating breakfast. So far that's two things in two days that have been positive for me.
Here's the biggie for me. This morning I had a decrease of muscle and joint pain. My left arm and left shoulder are constantly afflicted with discomfort and, at times, burning pain. My right foot is the same way, as well as my hips. That's my lupus. When I got out of bed this morning, I had to shake my head and wonder why I felt "weird." It was then I realized I didn't hurt as bad and the steps to the bathroom weren't nearly as stiff and painful as they were the day before. I'm not saying at this point it's the BT, but time will tell. If the BT will lessen my pain and give me relief, it is a Godsend and an answer to my prayers. So, keep your fingers crossed for me. I'm sure it isn't a cure by any stretch of the means, but if the pain lessens it is the manna I've been looking for.
So, so far, so good, guys. I gotta go now because it's killing me to sit here! I have a lot to do and the energy to do it! Have a great Thursday and God bless!
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
This ole gal has finally found something that has given me exactly what I wanted in an exercise program. Stagnation in the exercise world has always been a huge problem for me because: a) I seem to not produce the results that I want; b) it gets boring, really fast, and c) I find myself hitting a wall, so-to-speak, in how far I can push myself. (My lupus reminds me that too much of a strenuous exercise will have me tied up in knots the next day.) I also love strength training, but in all honesty, if you have a muffin top or two over top of the muscle, you're not going to feel like you've accomplished much.
Then I heard about Bonk Training. Here is an excerpt from www.superskinnyme.com which explains:
"Bonk or bonking refers to the point when glycogen stores are depleted. Cyclists call this bonking, endurance runners call it hitting the wall. 'Bonk training' is an exercise program designed for weight loss. It burns more fat and may improve training adaptations and fat burning.
Commonly, bonk training involves CARDIOVASCULAR exercise on an empty stomach first thing in the morning, when glycogen store levels are low, as well as consuming coffee or caffeine equivalent to 2 or 3 cups of coffee and running or cycling at a casual pace (60% of max heart rate) for 20-90 minutes. Glycogen is the only fuel that can supply and support your exercise efforts above 70% of MHR (maximum heart rate). Therefore, when you bonk, your body is forced to dip into your fat and protein stores instead.
The training session is followed by a normal breakfast. Proponents claim this strategy forces the body to "bonk" shortly into the exercise, and subsequently burn more fat to produce energy.
(You can) perform two workouts in one day. One in the morning, one in the afternoon. Complete the second workout within hours of first workout, such that there is not enough time to replenish your muscle glycogen stores between workouts and without re-fuelling with sports drinks and gels."
I bonked. Ten minutes into the cycling routine, I hit my high intensity level and sustained it for 35 minutes, keeping careful watch on my heart rate and breathing. (With ANY exercise routine, it is crucial to watch out for dizziness, chest pains or any other adverse reactions your body may be displaying. When this happens, just for your FYI, PLEASE cease your actions and call your doctor.) One of the amazing things about this, you reach a point where you are not panting or feel out of breath, although you are pushing your body to a limit. It's almost as if your body is "one" with the exercise. After it was over, I came way from it with more energy than I've felt before with ANY routine I've tried and I ate a great breakfast.
My energy level is through the roof.
This isn't right for everyone. Just make sure if you decide to "try" it, clear it with your doctor first.
Happy Wednesday, guys!
Sunday, January 09, 2011
I usually don't watch a lot of television. I average around three hours tops A WEEK and even then I'm busy getting into other things and miss half of the show. I have found that when I sit and watch the boob tube, I eat. A lethal combination for someone of my height and build. I'm the type of person, if I look at something, it's hanging off of my hips the next day.
Lately I've been using some visualization techniques that a SparkFriend told me about. She said that when there is something REALLY tempting me to visualize eating it in my mind, envision feeling the textures and the tastes in my mouth. Enjoy it, savor it, then tell my myself that I am full and I am finished. At first I thought, "Okay, this is a little WEIRD..." but it was working for me! Plus, when I want something really sinful, I will visualize myself in a little pink bikini or hiking up a mountain, not getting winded. I thought that I had found something that clicked with my warped little mind and I was becoming quite the master of my temptations until....
During the play-offs today, one of those nasty little restaurant commercials popped up. There, before me, was a beautiful chicken wrap. Ohhh, I could sooo go for that. But NO! I was going to envision myself in my bikini. Closing my eyes, I saw myself sitting on the beach in the Bahamas, not a sag or muffin top in sight. Then something odd happened. Suddenly the chicken wrap was in a bikini. Not good. Opening my eyes, clearing my head, I tried again. Bikini chicken wrap! WTH!??
Feeling quite disturbed, I flipped through the channels and watched some guy shake a "Shake Weight" for about sixty seconds, then flipped it back onto the game. All was well for about fifteen minutes then Dairy Queen decided to rear its ugly head. Again, closing my eyes, I envisioned a snow-capped mountain in the distance and the act of lacing up my hiking boots. Looking up, in my mind, I saw the mountain, snow tops glistening in the sunny sky...with a cherry on top.
Another thing, what is it with some guys, like guys named Brian, who insist on putting pizza on a plate and setting it in front of me?
"Aw, c'MON, honey, one piece won't hurt you!"
"There's four pieces on it."
"Just eat one."
"Just go away."
"Just eat it!"
"Just BITE ME!"
It didn't stop there. After my failed visualization techniques and the pizza fiasco, I heard Mr. Slim-n-Trim rummaging through the freezer.
"What are you doing?"
"Butter Pecan?? Ice cream??"
Two minutes later he sat a bowl of it in front of me.
I don't know what was going through his mind for doing that but I know what was going through mine. I was in a bikini, on top of a snow-capped mountain, strangling him.
But I'm proud. I didn't buckle and go to town for a chicken wrap. I didn't eat the pizza OR the ice cream. I sit here, Queen of my WillPower Domain and, most importantly, Brian is still alive and breathing.
I call that a good day.
(Photo courtesy of THEMIGHTYLEX!)
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