Tuesday, April 08, 2014
Seriously! I have blisters! LOOK! *holds up feet*
So, here is day two of the riverwalk walkies with the boyfriend, and... blisters, what the hell! *lol* But I did it! I figured I'd do halfway and turn back, but nope, I was distracted enough by the nice weather, the good music, and the great company to do the 6 mile walk again.
By the way, I had no idea I could personally track my walk and save it here on SparkPeople. that is quite possibly the coolest thing I've seen all day. I'd say all week but I discovered some pretty freakin' cool stuff I can do with my phone yesterday, so... :D
Anyway, speaking of my phone, the BF showed me how to load my walkies playlist to my phone so I wasn't worrying about my mp3 player losing juice or getting lost. Hell, I was just happy being able to look at imdb.com at a moment's notice! *lol*
Right now my twitter feed is half me complaining about my achy legs and half me telling myself to shut up and work beeyotch because look at those defined cheekbones in my profile picture. That was two halloweens ago! We want that again! The porcelain skin, piercing eyes, and CHEEKBONES. So we walk. We walk to the end of the riverwalk, and then we return because no one's going to come pick us up; we have no choice by then. *grin* As my stamina builds, I will pause to work out (read: play) on the new ninja toys at the park. On a day when I don't have to be home at any given time, I will continue the riverwalk to where it extends behind the YMCA and see where it goes.
I will also get the tires on my bike reinflated. I will buy a new bike chain (or a case of WD40). I will recommit to the barre workout I bought dumbells and a medicine ball for and gave up after two achy days.
And salad. Seriously, as a child I haaaaaaated salad. But now? Holy cow, I took it to work with me. WTF. I devoured that salad like it was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted (and I'm a steak girl, so let that tell you what it may).
I will stop my bad skin habits. I'm a lip-picker, I admit. I'm a lip balm addict, so you'd think they'd be in good shape, but the second they get a wee bit rough I'm chewing and rubbing and picking and then my lips look awful. When they're healthy, they're very pretty (and mischevious!) but right now they need work. I don't wear makeup outside of mascara, so I don't need to change my washing routine. Add a moisturizer, maybe? I will remember I have lotion and I will use it... and dig out that cuticle balm. I will use that whole drawer of nail polish that I keep collecting but never bust out.
And of course I'm going to annoy at least two out of my four twitter followers with my aches, pains, and "pull yourself up by the corset strings" peptalking. *lol* I say two out of four because I think the other two are bots. The two are people I actually know, one being my sister. To be honest, she's the only reason I got a Twitter account in the first place. She left FB and it was the only way to keep up with her news. I swear, if it weren't for social networking sites I wouldn't know a damn thing going on in her life... like my niece in the hospital again for an illness. Ugh.
Today's walk had Jonathan promising to not do the jedi-mind-trick with our walking speed like last time. Thank gawd, because this time was somewhat slower than last, and I had to stop a few times to stretch and re-learn to breathe. My asthma causes it to feel like my lungs don't inflate fully at the bottom, and I found myself taking ridiculously deep breaths to prove that yes, they are still working and no, I'm not going to die. We didn't play on the ninja toys because even the thought of trying it left me wanting to fall to the mud and napping it out. I'm hoping that after a week of consistent walking I'll be energetic to play on the workout stations. Just the beginners stuff, though. Don't want to over-do it. *grin*
About the mind-trick... I never explained it fully in my last entry, so here goes. Jonathan is a Marine, and he used to do the same thing to the Marines of which he was in charge. They'd start out at one pace, and after a mile or so he'd start picking up his pace, and they'd unconsciously match him to keep up. He'd keep doing this, assuring them that they were keeping proper time whenever anyone questioned the speed. It was subtle, sneaky, and it worked every time. (BTW, Jonathan's always been a runner. He was in cross-country in high school and placed at a state competition.) He tried the same technique on me, only with walking, and i managed to keep pace until about 3/4 of the way back to the apartment when my energy started to flag.
I'm still laughing about it.
He said that when I've got my land legs under me (in other words, when a 6 mile walk doesn't wear me to the bone) he'll start training me to run. He says if he can train his mom to run, I'll be a breeze. *lol*
So... here's to discernable cheekbones, to new cinches on belts, to looser jeans, and respectible stamina. Cheers.
Sunday, April 06, 2014
Fifteen pounds gained over the winter. At least fifteen. Ugh. Just... ugh. And I know it was all my own doing, so... seriously, I seem to return here only to hit the reset button.
Last time I was here, the BF had found work... well, they let him go. He wasn't making a zillion sales a week so they gave him the boot. He's now waiting on some phonecalls for interviews come Monday.
Em and I went for walkies last Sunday. First time since we got buried in the seventy feet of snow we received this winter. We're both highly dissatisfied with ourselves at the moment, so we hit up our hometown cemetery for a walk/hike. Walking takes place in the new areas, where the land is flat and the roads are paved. Hiking goes on in the old section, where there are headstones dating back to the early 1800's and it's all hills and dirt tracks. I met my step goal with no problems. :) We made a play date for the next day, but that fell through. I was ready to go, but she wasn't. Nothing was rescheduled...
So last night, while at work, I texted Jonathan and said that I was going for walkies even if he had to throw me out the front door with my sneakers. He said he'd go with me, which was nice. We got a proper 8 hours sleep, had oatmeal for breakfast, and headed out. It turned out to be an excellent and hilarious walk. Aside from all the gnats I inhaled, that is. *lol*
As it turns out, there are now ninja toys placed along the river walk. Little fitness stations with signs showing example workouts that can be done at each. The first one is a set of monkey bars that are tall enough that I have to jump to reach. Second is a couple sets of chin-up bars. There are several different sets of things that leads all the way to the end of the 'walk, culminating in something that made me hella excited. A set of waist-high parallel bars. When I was in middle school, we had a set that was my group's hang out spot. We would spend all recess doing flips and tricks and all kinds of shenanigans there. :) In case anyone was wondering, I can still flip pretty well. We also found an inverted crunch platform, a set of balance beams, a ladder thing... it almost looks like jungle gym equipment. I told Jonathan I'd love to try them all out... just not today. *lol* I'm not up to that level of energy yet.
About 3/4 of the way back I started to flag... Jonathan told me he'd been stepping up his pace every so often to see if I'd notice and keep up. I kept up, but ugh... it was so sneaky and subtle I had to stop and take a rest just to get the laughter out of my system.
All in all, we did six miles from the apartment to the end of the 'walk and back. We'll do it again day after tomorrow after work.
And speaking of work... time to go. :P
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Captain's log, stardate 2/15...
The BF found a job, hooray! After almost two months of searching he's found employment as one of the most annoying people in the world. *lol* You know what I mean, those perky-as-hell folk that try to sell you something when you walk into a store. *snicker* As long as there are cougars out there interested in switching to DirectTV, he'll be fine. My BF is a seriously good lookin' dude, and the older ladies can't get enough of him. *lol*
Anyway... this is his second day and... oh my gawds, it's quiet as a tomb around here. Yesterday I about went up the walls because of how quiet it was. I'm so used to him being here that when he's not it feels far too empty. Wasn't I just enjoying this emptiness three months ago? *loL* Anyway, I spent yesterday doing laudnry, cleaning the apartment, and cooking. Me, cooking. And it was actually GOOD. *lol* Go fig. Today, I slept in. Today, I blew the dust off my go-to workout DVD (Hello, Carmen, how've you been!) and... wow. I used to be able to get through this DVD with no problems, but now I'm shaking like mad and had to stop several times to catch my breath.
I'm trying hard not to be harsh on myself. I've been sitting on my ass most of the winter, I can't let it get to me that I can't keep up just yet. I did it before, I can do it again. Just keep swimming until the snow melts and we can strap on sneaks and go run. Well, attempt to run for me. *lol*
I let Emily know when I was free in case she gets squirrly and wants to attempt walkies in the next week. We've finally hit the mid-winter thaw (40 degrees! HEAT WAVE!) and as long as I'm back in time to fix dinner (The first one home is on dinner duty!) we can go hit the riverwalk.
Someone remind me to go dig out my bike. It's... buried at the moment. I hate to think of the rust that's going to need removing. :P Really should have got a tarp. Grr.
I've been wearing my SparkTracker doohickey almost every day. When I wear it to work, I easily reach my step goal. Im a manager in a retail setting, and I'm constantly walking. I wore the tracker out of curiosity of how many miles I walk during my shift. Almost made 10,000 steps one night. *lol* I have a sale-set tonight, so I wouldn't be surprised if I did it again.
You know what irks me about work, though? Not the work itself (that's a whole 'nother story), but the fact that the majority of my coworkers have LOST weight while working there. They didn't change their diet, they didn't do anything outside work, but they lost weight. For me to lose weight I have to add working out before AND after work AND limiting my food to bird crumbs. *lol*
Speaking of food, I need to go fix some kind of lunch option before work. AND fix some kind of dinner option to take to work. Toodles.
Friday, January 31, 2014
I'm pissed. Angry-pissed, not falling-down-drunk-pissed (y'know, for those of you playing the home game 'cross the pond). I am seven pounds away from being at my heaviest recorded weight. I'm pissed at myself, mostly. I know better than this, but did I listen to myself? Nooooo. I let myself get comfortable and lazy and look where I am now. And I'm pissed.
I was standing in my kitchen this morning, all my cabinets and even the fridge door open, staring at the odds and ends, trying to figure out what to make for breakfast... well, lunch at that point, I should say... and I was irritated because it is damn hard trying to figure out a meal for two when both people don't care what they'll have and will have what the other person is having. Ugh. Anyway, I figured eggs would be good for me, but he doesn't like eggs, so... back to the drawing board. We have oatmeal, but we had that for dinner (Like I said, I'm down to odds and ends here). I ended up getting rather frustrated and ended up doing laundry instead.
A lot of this is cabin fever. I'm in lake-effect country, and other than work and groceries I haven't left the apartment. It's too cold to get out and do anything... I'm talkin' negative wind chills and ten minutes to frostbite. I'm supposed to go out on a dinner date with the ex-roomie, who is in the same boat I am at the moment, so at least I can count on her to make a healthy dinner date choice.
I explained to the BF my frustrations, and he's willing to alter his cooking style and habits to match mine. He too wants to eat better and get back to a running routine, but right now he's concentrating all his efforts into job hunting.
I'm too disgusted right now to even type.
On a positive note, two loads of laundry are halfway done, and bills are paid up. Once I fill up the car, I won't have anything left for groceries, though.
Last pay period I splurged and bought myself the Spark tracker gadget thingie. It came yesterday, and is sitting on my desk staring at me. I think I'll go get that hooked up and running. It can tell me how lazy I am in realtime. *snort*
Enough out of me. I have laundry to fold. Duces.
Friday, January 24, 2014
All that's in my head right now is Whitesnake. Yes, Whitesnake. It's been months since I've last made an entry (please excuse the inch of dust) and all I can think is, well heeeere I go agaaaaaain on my owwwwwwn... *snerk* Seriously, how many times have I abandoned SP and come back shamefaced? Twelfth time the charm?
Anyway... A lot has changed since I was last here. Jonathan finally graduated college and moved in with me. I'm ridiculously happy, but... he is a seriously bad influence when it comes to food. For the first few weeks we ate out constantly. And it shows. Every time I sit down and look down at my belly I shake my head. Every time I put on clothes that fit fine, or were even a little loose six months ago I sigh in defeat. Jonathan tells me not to think about it, that I'm fine no matter what shape I am or size I wear, but... ugh, I still feel... squishy. Jiggly. Like I'm swiftly approaching maximum capacity.
Normally when I feel like this I go outside. I go get on my bike and pedal until I can't think about it anymore. Normally. Right now it's 5 degrees outside with two feet of snow and a wind-chill warning... so, no biking for me. I thought about getting a memebership to the local Y so I could pedal indoors, but until Jonathan finds a job, I have no money to spare. Besides, a gym membership up here is ridonkulously expensive. Right now my exercise is either running back and forth between stations at work or happy-fun-sexy-times.
Really got to rectify that.
I'm at that point where I'm slightly afraid of food. Where I know I need to eat, but I don't want to. No worries, I get over it in short order.
I haven't weighed myself since just after Christmas. I came down with a flu that aggro'd my asthma something fierce, so I went in to the walk-in for some medical intervention. I weighed in at 174 in clothes, which is kind of funny because my home scale tacks on a pound and a half when I'm naked. Go fig.
It really doesn't help that work is a bucket of stress right now. Our store was picked for a remodel this year, and... no one is on the same page. The night crew in charge of the moves leaves the place trashed, and instead of doing the support work the morning crew spends their day picking up after the night crew. We're going nowhere fast, and we need to be done at the end of next week. Customers are constantly complaining that they can't find anything, which is like preachin' to the choir because neither can we! Every day something is moved and we have to reaquaint ourselves. Also, since our payroll is concentrated on the overnights, we have no one to run the store during the day. This was expecially trying when there were only two of us running the shop and I had to sprint the length of the store a couple times when a guest brought up an item with no barcode.
(Seriously, sometimes I wonder if people do that on purpose. Tear off the 'code and say, "Oh, it's x dollars" when we know that it's twice as much and we NEED the 'code to ring it in.)
Plus there was the whole unpleasant business of losing someone far too young. Oy. I have a friend named Dawn who is like another mom to me. She considers me another one of her kids, and we all have a wickedly fun time together. She has three daughters and a son; all three daughters have two sons each. The youngest, Cassie, passed away on the 16th. 21 years old, leaving behind two babies.
Anyways... I did measure myself. Kinda wish I hadn't. But it's a starting point. Gonna try this once again. I need to re-commit to myself. And I need to be serious with Jonathan about keeping me on the straight and narrow.
I explained to him a previous philosophy about how if I wanted junk foods I had to make them from scratch instead of buying them premade. I'm generally too lazy to actually make anything more elaborate than chocolate chip cookies. *lol* So it works for me. I also told him what foods I tend to keep out of my kitchen because I can't stop eating them, i.e., cream cheese. I now have to add wheat thins, sour cream -n- onion crackers, and those puffed caramel corn things to the list.
And because we have no microwave, my laziness becomes a huge plus. *lol* I have to cook everything on the stove or in the oven. No quickies for me.
So yeah. I'm shuffling back in, tail tucked firmly between my legs. Impatiently waiting for the weather to warm up so I can get outside and get active without dying of exposure... or activating my asthma. :P
Let's see how long this attempt lasts.
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