Wednesday, August 31, 2011

It's Wednesday...

This past week has truly been the week from hell.  Starting with last Wednesday and that freaking nine pound weight gain and the tizzy it sent me into.  Just the not knowing what caused it was rather traumatizing. 

So with as much GUSTO <insert jazz hands here> as I could muster I worked through this week.  Of course I stayed on plan because I was a big fat loser *cue music and fanfare* yet it somehow doesn't seem so exciting knowing that I was already here once before and it wasn't all that long ago.

Still, getting to lose 4.5 pounds, shedding half of that initial nine pound weight gain IS a nice way to start this week and a great way to start my re-boot.  I go to the doctor this afternoon to review if or why there would be a medical cause to what has been going on with my weight gain/sluggishness as of late.

As I explained before, with regard to the re-boot (hey if Hollywood can do it, so can I!) how that'll work is just a matter of looking at each meal as if it were my first one ever on Weight Watchers and planning my meals accordingly. Then going from there.  Hopefully it'll help me see where I can make some improvements and see where it is I wasn't seeing the weight loss like the Wonder One, who as of today has lost 48 pounds!  I'm so flippin' proud of him!  He looks awesome too (*drool* hubba hubba)

So this week is a week of new beginnings, so to speak, (re)begin Weight Watchers, begin the training for my 5k walk/run with the Darby one and a few other things on the horizon to be named at a later date as yet, not ready to mention.

Wish me luck!

Hugs & Toodles

Friday, August 26, 2011

Blasting in my ears right now...

Recently picked up the not quite so new CD from Lady Gaga and I have to say I've been inspired!  What I have blasting in my ears on the iPod and making it work overtime right now...

For every blast there has to be a cool down....

Such a beautiful lyrical voice...

Thursday, August 25, 2011

So I've been trying to sort a few things out...

As you well know, I've been under the weather.

No surprise the 9 pound gain is enough to make anyone trying to lose weight sick as a dog.

The Darby One announced that much to her chagrin she has decided to train to walk/run a 5k.  The details as of yet I'm not privy to.  When I am, you my dear friends will be as well.

Why you may be wondering?

I'll share with you.

In an effort to sort out why it is things have run amok, I'm going back to basics as it were.  I'm going back to week one of Weight Watchers.  I mean that to say, I'm going to treat it all as if it were brand new to me and put my nose to every label and my nose to the program as if I'd never seen it before. As well, I'll be starting anew on my fitness plan.  As well, while the Darby One trains for her 5k I will be as well in solidarity to show my support of her efforts.  I may not run it, it very well may be a walk, but complete it I will.

We'll see how we get across that finish line won't we?

In 6 weeks time I've got the training program mapped out.

Come hell or high water, I'll get there.

Let's see where this takes us.

Ice pack anyone?

Beyond frustrated...

With having lost the weight that I have and making the necessary adjustments that I have to my insulin that I have, the one thing that I wasn't expecting this past week was a gain.  Especially a significant gain like I got.

A 9 pound gain.

Pick your chin up.

I know I had to.

I was stunned too.

This has been a week that has put the Wonder One to the test that's for certain.  Twice my sugar has bottomed out on me.  Once I had to go to the Emergency Room because of it.  No, they didn't do anything for me except feed me.  Asshats.  I'm not so much amused with them at the moment.  The normally stellar service that they normally provide just wasn't there.  That's a rant for another day. 

Today it's about that 9 pound reversal.

The past few weeks I've been weak, not feeling well, haven't been able to get to the gym and just all around feeling blah.  The Wonder One and Queenie (one of my biggest cheerleaders by far) are both in agreement, that it's most likely water weight.  I go next week to follow up with the doc regarding taking the water pills he had me on.  But holy cow (no pun intended there) NINE pounds worth of water weight?! 

Both Queenie and the Wonder One assure me not to worry, I'll get back to the gym soon enough.  I'm still eating according to plan, just not working out like I want.  Once I get to doing that, it'll all jive soon enough.

I'm just so tired.

And sick, and sick of being sick and tired.

I thought that was what doing all this was about?  And now to put back on a third of what I've taken off?

Very discouraging indeed.

Monday, August 22, 2011

While taking a leap forward...

As you can guess and have heard, after all, it's been on the news, being so overweight has its drawbacks.  As a matter of fact can you seriously think of a benefit to being overweight?  Not just overweight, but obese?  Yeah, me neither.

Matter of fact, what it will cost you to be over weight I've found out is poor health.  So much so you, or in my case, I have ended up hospitalized.  A higher cost of living as evidenced with multiple prescriptions to name a few:  Lantus (insulin), Actos, Glucophage I could go on, however these three drugs are the ones directly related to the one disease I am personally intimately dealing with on a daily basis and that is Diabetes.

Diabetes, in case you didn't know it, can take your vision, your circulation, your limbs and for you men out there, your willies.  Yeah, it can kill your libido.  In addition to having diabetes, you run the risk of having hypertension when you have diabetes.  That affects your kidneys and your heart.

Pretty much your life as you know it.

Sucks don't it?

Sounds like a good reason to get off your ass doesn't it?

Sounds like an even better reason to move it if you have a family with these issues.

These things do run in families.  Look at your parents.  Look at their parents.  Now look in a mirror.

I wish I had done it years ago.

I'm just glad that I finally did.

My doctor had me on my highest dose ever of my insulin.  80 units a day.  Granted it was split up over the course of the day.  Prior dosages weren't working, so for some reason doing a loading dose at night and then a sustaining dose during the day seemed to be working well to bring my sugar levels under control.

However, now that I'm getting close to 10% of my body weight being gone, which the professionals will tell you is all you need to do to bring these life changing diseases under control, my sugars are starting to drop on me.  So much more so that my insulin has been decreased!  YaY me!

This is probably just as good of news to me as seeing the scale move if you want the truth.  So instead of 80 units a day it's 70, and that's a pretty good number.

For now.

I'll be happy when the doctor tells me I won't need any.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Blasting in my ears right now...

I'm always looking for music for my workouts to help motivate me to keep moving.  Also to help me see that this whole process is worthwhile.  Yanno that whole "fake it till ya make it" mantra...

So this is what I blast to keep me moving because I know in the end, it's going to be awesome...

This is another song blasting in my ears, I'll save the story as to why for a later post, but the song itself is one I use for cool downs.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

I did what?

I'm very proud of myself.  Sort of.

I'll tell you why.

I know you're wondering....(just in case you aren't, I'm going to tell you anyway)...I thought I'd have some coffee today.

What's the big deal in that you say?

Well, I've cut wayyyyyyyy down in my soda consumption.  I've talked about that here.  It wasn't so much my soda consumption per se that I personally had an issue with (well, beyond the cost of course), but the fact that I was looking at the chemicals of the artificial sweeteners.  Because I've found for me personally that artificial sweeteners have a tendency to stimulate my sweet tooth.  When I don't drink so much diet soda, I don't eat so much in the way of sweets.  But oh how I miss my caffeine.  So, I thought, I'd have a cuppa joe this morning to help me rev up my morning.

So, I toddle off to the computer to calculate what the latest addition to my breakfast is.

Now that I'm finally getting the scale to go down, my points on Weight Watchers are going down too. (dammit) So I'm at 37 points for the day.  Like the good Weight Watcher that I am, I calculated the points for my breakfast (seven) and then I calculated the points for my newest addition to coffee.  Bearing in mind that coffee is not something that I normally drink, I have to add creamer and sweetener to my coffee.  I know, I cut back on the soda (remember, it was diet soda!) to keep from injesting so much artificial sweetener, but I just can't drink coffee without all the extras.  I have to laugh when I think of this because my dad the Marine always used to say "If you have to add all that crap to good coffee, you don't like coffee!"  I like coffee!  I swear!!  Bear in mind though, he drank his black.  straight from the pot practically as it was brewing!


Good thing there is a seat belt on my chair!  I darn near fell out of my seat!  It was with a deep sigh that I clicked the mouse button and picked up my coffee to continue drinking.

5 points more out of 37 for a total of 12 for breakfast?!.

That's figuring in the 7 already.  My fingers are ticking off the points, one, two three....whaaaa...  So there's 25 remaining for lunch, dinner and a snack. Crap!  I don't like cutting it so close for meals for the day.  I feel like I'm getting cheated somewhere along the way if I go to high on points early in the day.

I better make sure this one cuppa joe counts.

This is one coffee I'm going to enjoy!

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

It's Wednesday...

So after this past month, which has been a trying and frustrating month to say the least, I've learned a lot about myself.

One thing I've discovered about myself this morning is that...

I'm a big fat LOSER!!!

This week I had a loss of four pounds!  So it took me to a current low of 259 with a total lost of 27 pound!  


Monday, August 15, 2011

Story of my life....

As many people do, when growing up, they want to be all sorts of things.  I wanted to be an actress, teacher, nurse (which I ended up becoming) a photographer and the list continues.  As we go through life we find that when we attain those goals, either the job/career we've always wanted wasn't what we thought it was going to be for whatever the reason or it just didn't live up to our expectations.  Be it that society makes it to be that you'll be held to a higher esteem because you ARE that <fill in the blank here> or because you've actually done something with that job/career.  No matter how hard you work at your job and the pride you take in it, something always seems to be ....missing.

When I was seven I was asked what did I want to be when I grew up.  I made the aforementioned list.  The one thing on that list I actually achieved was to be a nurse.  Granted, it was a late in life decision.  It was a change from one career to another.  But, I finally got it done.  It wasn't a graceful transition from one path to the other, more of a stumble, catch myself as I started to fall in midair kind of thing, pull myself back up and look around to make sure no one was looking sort of klutzy kind of move.  But it was a move none-the-less.

 Once I graduated, I found that nursing wasn't the glamorous job the recruiter made it out to be.  Coming home from work covered in feces' I'd started plotting his demise realizing that I could make it look like a natural death now, but then I'd also realized that I'd taken an oath to cause no harm....I'd painted myself into a corner.

Dammit.  Back to square one.

"What in the hell did I want to be when I grow up"....I thought to myself at the age of 41.  Even now, a few years later, I still don't know, but at least I'm doing something that I haven't always.

The whole time growing up, I'd get wrapped up in the newest latest thing that would catch my attention and the nano second I'd get bored or something would happen (whatever that was), I was onto the next thing.  That's sort of how nursing evolved.  I started nursing school, my dad died the very first week of school.  Literally, I started on Monday, he was dead of a heart attack by Friday at the age of 52.  Just 7 years older than I am now.  Hence why I've gotten so serious lately about my eating and exercising ( it's starting to make sense...the sickly barnacle, dead young dad...I don't want that for me...I want to live a long time to nag the wonder one...gotta have a hobby in my rocker!).  I took his death very hard because I was always a daddy's girl.  God only knows why, because I don't.  But I did take his death hard.  So when he died, I dropped out of nursing school.  Just like high school.  I got bored with high school.  Eventually I got my GED.  I had to because I was in College trying to get my associate's degree to become  a paralegal but during my intership I had this attorney who was freaking nuts....needless to say I left the program because of it.  Never finished.  Are you starting to see a pattern here?  I would start a lot of things but then never finish.  Well, I finally hit a point where I needed to start wrapping things up.  I got my GED.  That was done.  I did go back and become a nurse.  That was done.  Last week when I was off from exercising because I wasn't feeling good I was looking at my life and wondering..."Why am I sick and tired?"  Am I enjoying being a nurse?  Not always.  With working on my eating and exercising and wrapping up lose ends, I got to thinking about that Associates Degree.  I was only six months away from graduation.  I was stupid.

Very.  Stupid.

So I'm going tomorrow to talk to the school about finishing up.  What the hell?  What have I got to lose?  I've got the time on my hands to wrap this one up.  They can help me find a job, I can still be a nurse and utilize that in a job as a paralegal.  What the hell, why not?  I may find something that'll make me all that much more happier and bring all this up together in a bright and happy shiny package.  Maybe then I can quit being so freaking sick and tired all the time.

Then I can take some pride in finishing something I've started.  Oh wait.  I'll have finished all that I've started.

Except hitting my goal weight.

**UPDATE** Well I went and talked to the school.  It was a farce.  Seriously.  They didn't even have me listed in the correct major from when I was there before.  SOOooooooo all that's to be said is that I plan on sucking it up.  I AM going to finish that up.  I AM going to get that paralegal education finished.  Just not at that *cough cough* institution of higher learning.   I'll be going to a place that I know, that I like and where I'm comfortable.  Where their program won't take two years (that's what's so farcical about the other "school" the one I was enrolled in previously where I was so closed to was going to take me two years of going to school, full time, four quarters a year to get it done.  At $324 dollars a credit HOUR...not a class but a credit hour and a class could be up to three to four credit HOURS a piece!  When you're done choking on that, figure this one...where I WILL be going...classes are $96 a credit hour and I should be done in roughly six quarters or so.)  it may be two years but I doubt it.  Locally things educationally are changing from quarters to semesters so it's hard to say what'll happen.  But all in all, given the sheer dollar amount alone, I just have to say thanks for your time but no thanks for the "education".


It's been in the past whenever I've been sick and had to take time off from working out and whatever it is that I'm doing to get healthier that I've fallen off the wagon and not done what needs to be to get back on the straight and narrow.

Not saying that I have just yet as it's nearly 6 in the morning on a Monday and I've been up all night smacked in the face with a raging case of insomnia (ahhh my life as an insomniac...while the wonder one has narcolepsy...God's cruel joke!)...all that's said to mean that I won't be getting to the gym first thing in the morning all bright and shiny raring to go.

What it is meaning is that I AM ready to get back to the gym and I'm not looking for an excuse not to go.

Will wonders never cease?  It's kinda cool....

Saturday, August 13, 2011

We've got progress!!! Yesssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, so the numbers haven't changed. BUT! What we do have is a change in how the clothes are fitting.

Last night when getting dressed for work I wore jeans which I've not done for probably a month, month and a half at LEAST because it's been so flippin' hot this summer.  I've been wearing shorts and the like and not bothering to get anywhere near jeans.  So last night I got into my jeans that I bought this spring.  Now keep in mind when I bought these jeans, they fit.  They weren't snug or tight or anything.  They fit perfectly.  The way a pair good pair of jeans should fit.  I was happy with them. 

When I put them on I looked down and thought to myself "hmmm, these seem a bit roomy" and really didn't think much more beyond that.

Then I get to work and start to move around in them and realize just how roomy they are.....!!!!

I yelp for the might midget "You've gotta see this!!"  Needless to say, she was impressed too!  I think we both could've gotten into my jeans, lol.  Over these past few months I've been told that people can see the changes even when I can't.  The wonder one says he can see it.  I can't.  When I got home this morning from work, I asked him to cut me out of my makeshift belt.  He looked at me quizzically.  I lifted my shirt to reveal a trick he taught me.  I had taken a clean trash bag and woven it into my belt loops and tied it so that it pulled everything together to keep my jeans up so that they would stop falling down. 

My only other option was to take the belt loops and pull them up over my ears and wear them like a new pair of earrings!

Friday, August 12, 2011

Blasting in my ears right now...

Fantastic local band.  Love this song for a warm up.

Good for a stretch out and going the distance to see what I can put in front of me.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

One more thing I'm going to be working on...

So with everything else I've been doing to better my health and well being, eating right and exercising.  There are two things that I've not done that I truly should in order to improve my health.

One, is to get 6 to 8 hours of sleep a night.  Now with my work schedule being what it is, I won't be able to get those hours consistently at the same time every day, but I do want to work on at least getting those hours done.  I've read and heard reports that state too little and it throws the body off, same with too many hours of sleep.  So that is one more thing I plan on working on.

Two, I am going to be working on weaning myself off of diet soda.  I've drank diet soda for as long as I can remember.  Probably all the way back to high school.  Yeah I know.......that long ago?  Trust me, that long ago, dinosaurs didn't roam the earth.  I know....I would've made a tasty snack. 

Anyways, I've read articles that state that artificial sweeteners will make you crave sweets just that much more.  So in an effort to try to bring things under control (read that to be the cankle swelling) I'm going to work on not drinking so much diet soda.  The goal for now is to bring it down to two cans of soda a day.

Believe me, you don't want to know how much I drank before.

It's scary to think about it.

It's Wednesday...

And it's time to see if I'm a big fat loser...or not.

Given how under the weather I've been and with the water weight I've been putting on and taking off, I'm surprised I've managed to keep any sanity to do anything.

But I keep plodding along like I always do.  Can you tell by my tone, I'm still frustrated and a bit down?

That's because I am.  Yes, the medication is helping.  I've lost since last week (-1 pound) however I didn't have to change the sidebar because well, I'm still at 263.  GRRR.  Right now, my goal is to get down to the 250's.  Just 3 more pounds.  Well actually 4, lol, but I won't be picky at this point.

An the wonder one?  Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled and so proud of him, but dammit, I want a weigh in like him....he lost 4 1/2 pounds (again!) this week!  *clap clap clap*  If I could just get past this unknown/unseen hurdle that's holding me back, I know I'd start picking up speed again.


Tuesday, August 9, 2011

What the hell?

So I'm plodding along like I always do, I look down at my feet...

What the hell?

They are swelling up again.  I'm not eating the frozen entrees.  I learned my lesson from the last time I swelled up.  I've limited the use of those buggers.  Also now I'm having some shortness of breath and I'm exhausted.  I've no energy whatsoever.  Not much of an appetite either.

I put in a call to the doctor's office.  He'll see me at the end of the month to check me over.  I'm taking a few days off of working out, I just don't feel like I have the strength to do so.  Went last evening to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription that the doc called in for me to help with the swelling. 

I'm really frustrated because I don't add salt to my food nor to it when I cook.  I don't use a lot of processed foods nor canned foods.  When I use canned veggies I get the kinds that are labeled "no added salt"...just because.  Not that I'm trying to watch my salt intake or anything but I don't really need it and figure if I don't need it, why add it if it's not needed right?

So my previous swelling was baffling but my kinda sorta twin helped me to figure out that it was because of the intolerable heat and my over consumption of frozen entrees to stay on plan so that I wouldn't go over on my points.  Well, I'm still not going over on my points, salt intake is still low, but I'm still blowing up.  Luckily not to the extent that I was before, but still...when you are able to push in on where you are blowing up and it dents in (pitting for those who know what I'm talking about), it can be quite alarming.  After all, I am trying to watch all this.  Paying attention to what I'm eating, exercising (well, except for these past few days) making sure to take my meds & insulin....

Needless to say, I'm very very frustrated.  I may have to use my stress reduction kit....

Monday, August 8, 2011

Story of my life....

So I figure I may need to wait a bit for that Zumba class...

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Another battle

There's a community on Facebook (yeah I know the great time suck of the 21st century) that I've become involved with where the members (well most of them) I've come to feel a kinship with.  A lot of these people I feel are brothers and sisters who really get me.  None of them have ever made me feel different or god forbid, inferior, for being what am, which is, fat.  Oddly enough I feel like for many of these individuals if I were to ever actually meet these people and see them eye to eye, I'd see myself reflected back.

All for the love of make-up.  lol, Yeah, you read that right.  Oddly enough.  I know it may sound strange to you, but consider this...what is your hobby?  Well, ours isn't toy models, beanie babies (although at one time I did collect them, lol) or some such, for this collective group, we collect and yap about make-up.  A variety will blog about it, others do videos on YouTube, some do both.  I don't do either, I just show up, throw in my two pence, act goofy and at the end of the day try to add perspective and try to be goofy and have some fun with it all.  But then again, I try to do that with everything.  That's just me.  The goofy one.

Recently while talking to a friend, I made mention the strange behavior of one of the individuals of our group.  Someone who I had felt the need to put on ignore because she posts snarky, often hateful/hurtful comments about others then (so it would seem) lets the drama unfold (or lets the poopoo splat against the wall as it were) then when others would come to say "Hey, that's not right. This is a drama free zone, you shouldn't do that" she gets defensive and/or snarky (for those of you who don't know what snarky means...snarky = bitchy) and then she'll delete her posting.  I'm of the opinion you either do one of two things.  You either ball up to your original post and stand behind it and deal with the fall out as it were, or you just don't post at all.  As my grammy always said...(say it with me class) "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" So my friend to whom I was talking to, says "maybe she was having a bad day..." that sort of thing, so I give this individual the benefit of the doubt and take her off of ignore.  BIG mistake.

So all that's said to say, this particular person made her typical snark n' dash post.  When another person, myself and several others posted saying, first off that the originator of the page wanted a drama free zone, maybe it was best to start a page of her own so that she could have a place to snark about what she wanted to snark about and others put in their two pence, then voila her post disappeared.  Surprised?  Me neither *shaking head* In my original statement to the individual on her posting, I stated that it was because of her types of snark n' dash comments that I put her on ignore, but because I thought maybe she was having a bad day I'd give her the benefit of the doubt I took her off of ignore, because I consider myself a fair person.

Reasonable?  Apparently not.  I get a snark-o-gram in my inbox.

What the hell?  Was I not just trying to be reasonable and explained my position and why I did what I did and didn't I just ask for this person to stop being snarky?  So what do they do but to bring it to my front doorstep?  I once was described as a double stuffed Oreo cookie by an ex-boyfriend.  I looked at him like he was nuts.  He said "Yeah, because your hard as hell on the outside, but on the inside, your a big ole softie!"

While using food to be compared to isn't exactly my idea of a good idea, given how hard I'm  working to lose weight, but I got where he was coming from.  While it rubbed me sideways that she had the gall to send me the snark-o-gram, I decided it was just best to withdraw from the community in general.  She's just as big a part of the community as I am, if not more so because she does YouTube and what not and has her following.  I don't want to put anyone in the middle.  This isn't junior high (although based on her behavior, you'd never guess it.) and I won't expect anyone to take sides, nor would I want to.

This is more about explaining why I've done what I've done.

Once I can do what I need to do to protect myself from snark, I'll be back.

Don't worry.

**UPDATE**   lol I truly do love these people.  After having some time offline, I sign back on to find that I've been inundated with messages asking what's happened and what not and things won't be the same and that I have to come back and so on and so forth.  Whether it's through human nature to stare at the car accident as you drive by (being nosy) or you're truly concerned (you want to check to see if anyone is hurt so you can give first aid), these are a great bunch of people, whatever the reason they've asked.  I'm not going to doubt their sincerity.  So I deleted my goodbye post and am treading lightly for the time being.

Just because.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Blasting in my ears right now...

FYI...Kay Jay is a friend of mine who is just one of the most talented and sweetest gals out there and just awesome as they come!  Thanks girl for everything you do!  Remember her name because you WILL hear her again!  But it'll be on the radio!

FYI...The lead singer for Living Colour is Danny Glover's (from the Lethal Weapon movies) son!

So yesterday...

At the gym, I kicked my ass...

Here's why.

I'm still working on getting to the point where I can run.  Where I can run, do it well and do it fast.  Because my goal is (still) to race the wonder one and to beat him.  Now I am not delusional.  Just to let those of you who don't know.  The wonder one has been a runner for more than half his life, for about thirty years to be exact.  He's a damn fine one too.  He'll tell you he's not that good.  His glory days are behind him.  Don't listen to him, he doesn't know what he's talking about.  He's just not put the time or effort into it.  Until lately and only lately because he's actually not just running.  He's running, biking and swimming.  I think he's got a bit of a short attention span and that's why he's doing so much better now.  Who knows.  But.  He's an amazing runner.  How do I know this you may ask?  Because anyone who can go out and run a half marathon (that's 13.1 miles for the uneducated) on NO training.  I have to stress that no training part.  We're talking absolutely no training. When I say no training, I mean no training.  The average runner training for a 5k race (3.1 miles) will on average run around about 10 miles a week to train for that race and eat a balanced diet.  So if you take the rationale out to a race that is 4 times in length approximately, there is going to be speed workouts, distance runs, the balanced diet while carbo loading building up the race day.  The mileage picking up as you go along to the point to where on average, the average runner will have approximately 40 to 60 miles a week put in the bank in quality running.  We're talking average runners here, not even taking into consideration Elite runners or Olympians.  Now you're going to see where the wonder one gets his name....

Going into a huge portion of most of his 1/2 marathons, the wonder one would have a crap fast food diet under his belt and MAYBE 10 - 15 miles a week on his shoes.  If he had a long distance run in the training mix it was maybe a 10k (6.2 miles) race or a 10 mile race a week or two before hand.  That's about it.

This is how I know the wonder one is a great runner.  Because if he put the effort into it, he could be an Elite.  Would be an Olympian.  This is how I know I'll kick his ass.  I'm putting the effort in.  I won't win the first time out.  I'm not expecting to.  But one day I will.  Because he made one fatal mistake. 

"Men are faster than women" he said to me.  Oh yeah?  We'll just see about that.

Now by no means am I a feminist.  I'm not a man hater neither.  But do NOT make sweeping generalizations that just do not apply, because one day my friend, you will be regretting that.  He made this statement, probably more than 20 years ago.  Don't ask me why it's stuck with me all this time.  Quite honestly, it may be because I need a goal to work towards, it's just who I am.  If that's what it takes, then that's what it takes.  I actually kind of like the idea of being competitive against him.  Even someone as seasoned a competitor as him.  Be it fearless or stupidity, well, we'll just have to see how that plays out.  At least for now, it's got me working towards a goal and keeping me going.

My longest time yet at my fastest pace yet. 19 minutes at 3.3 mph.  May not seem long or fast to you, but lets face it, getting me moving at that speed for that long....let's just say....I'M impressed!

When I finally do get to run against the wonder one...I don't want him to hold back neither, I want it to be a full out, no holds balls to the wall run.  He wins, it's okay. 

He won't always.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Will my torment never end?!

Had a really bad day today, ended up being hateful and really REALLY pissed off, so I figured a good healthy way to deal with all that pent up anger and frustration would be to go to the gym and hammer it out on the treadmill.

This is me on the treadmill...

Only not so much running as it were but stomping it out to the B.E.P.'s, OutKast, Shakira, Sean Paul & Eminem.  Getting a good sweat up really helped to push out the toxic effects of all that hatefulness and anger I was feeling.

But then along up on the next treadmill beside me come little miss ragdoll thang.  Cute, perky, flinging her hair back over her shoulder, batting her eyelashes at herself in the mirror (and yes, she WAS in full make-up with silver...yes I said it..silver eyeshadow!) and cranks up her treadmill to 8 mph.  Yeah I had the nerve to cop an attitude when she starts running even faster and flailing her arms then every so often hangs onto the dashboard of the treadmill and then her legs start running out to the side.  Her sloppy form makes her look like Forrest Gumps' little sister, drunk on Jagermeister and Red Bull and about to tap another ball of crack!  All the while batting her eyes and flinging her hair!  I was getting dizzy for her just watching in the mirror.  All I could do was turn up the music and put my head down and pray to God she never loosened the grip that she had on the dashboard of the treadmill.  Yeah, with all the hair flipping and eyelash batting, I think she was making herself dizzy enough to fall down. 

Images of George Jetson flitted into my mind.........

No lesson learned today, just glad I got to the gym to work out and to work it out.  Feels good to get it done.  After last weeks good weigh in, I've had a decent week.  Tomorrow's weigh in I'm looking forward to and yet I'm not.  I'm looking forward to seeing what the scales say......but then IS the beginning of the month *ahem* so I'm not expecting any miracles here.  So we'll see what happens.

Hugs & Toodles