Pieces of My Year... In Photos

Since the cough and cold medicine has dried out all my creative juices, I thought I would follow in Vanilla's steps and review 2007 "Pieces" style. Are you ready?

Jan 2007 started out slow - not much to report. I had been running for a few months and just starting to get excited about it.

Feb 2007 I ran my first Half Marathon on Super Bowl Sunday in Huntington Beach, CA. My time was 2:04. I loved it! I also did a lot of exciting traveling this month - Costa Rica and Australia!

Mar 2007 This was an exciting month for me. I met The Captain and ran a 10K in Seal Beach the day after, in which I PR'd totally HUNG OVER.

Apr 2007 Just spent the month getting to know The Captain and having fun. Pretty mellow.

May 2007 Stayed at the Phoenician in Scottsdale for a week. Then went to Palm Springs over Memorial Weekend with The Cap. Very relaxing and fun.

June 2007 - My best friend calls me up and talks me into training for a marathon in the fall. I think it's a great idea (uhm... ok?) Also went to Fiji for the first time (AMAZING!)

July 2007 - Spent 4th of July in Newport Beach with friends. This was the last of my flat tummy (proof in the photo). After this, 10 lbs came creeping back - blame it on the Captain for sure!

Aug 2007 - Not much to report. Except EL CAP and I kicked butt in a bowling competition with friends, in which they have yet to pay up!

Sept. 2007 - Spent Labor Day in Vegas with friends. Intense marathon training commencing. And I started this blog!

Oct. 2007 - I ran my first Marathon in Long Beach, CA. 4:45 mins. It was one of my most proud moments in my life, so far. It was such a great day with friends!

Nov. 2007 - Spent a lot of time in Physical Therapy. Trying to get back to where I was with my running, but hitting alot of walls along the way.

Dec. 2007 - I turned 32 yrs old. EEK GADS. Also had a great Christmas spending 80% of it on the freeway.

It's been quite a year for P.O.M. I wish everyone the best in 2008. Let's start thinking about our goals for 2008. Happy Running!

PEACE OUT.

Garmin Update

Here's the update:

Went to the mall.

Bought new Hudson Jeans and new shoes and a bunch of other stuff.

Then got home.

Checked all my comments regarding the Garmin.
Went online and bought Garmin.

I did chose the cheap shipping, so it won't get here for a week or so.

See, I told you I think I can have it all :)
(Thanks to all the gift certificates I got for Christmas)

Can't wait to run with the Big G (that's his name. yes, he's a man.)

Now going out for martini's and sushi.

Sometimes I love my life.

To Garmin or Not to Garmin? That is the question.

The Captain gave me sweet moola to get myself a Garmin for Christmas . So I was looking at them online and realized how much money they cost. I was excited about getting one, but now realize that it might not be the best for me.

Here are my personal pros & cons. (God, I love lists)
Pros

1. It will assist me in my mileage counting obsession
2. IF I ever go a different route (yeah right) I will know how far to go.
3. I can track my times and progress
4. It's cool and people will think I'm a real runner (ha ha)

Cons

1. The price
2. I never go different routes (I would have to drive, because of where I live)
3. I already know how far it is to run 5, 10, 15 or even 20 miles
4. I could buy 2 pairs of jeans with that money
5. I could buy 1 pair of jeans and new shoes
6. I can time myself with the watch I already have
7. It's really bulky and I get easily irritated when I'm running.

I'm going shopping this afternoon and it looks like new jeans are winning over the little G.
Any thoughts, advice, opinions????

Song of the Day: Talk to me, Dance with me by Hot, Hot Heat

Focus People

I hope everyone had a great Christmas and Santa was kind to you. But now it's time...

All right, put down the egg nog.

Step away from the left overs.

Put the cap on the vodka bottle.

Finish up the last of the wine.

It's time to get back at it. I'm 5 lbs from my goal. And I have about 5 weeks left. This is doable. I am trying to get over a little cold that my sister passed on to me. But at least I haven't been pigging out. I will go for a walk tomorrow and then try to run again on friday. There is still a lingering cough and i'm not sure I will be able to run. There's always sumthin' - isn't there? But nothin's gonna hold me down. I can see the light at the end of the muffin top tunnel. (PS: I tried on the goal pants and they can be zipped up now, but still too much spillage over the top.)

Good luck to all in the CHALLENGE! Are you refocused????

Oh and as extra motivation, The Cap and I are going to Hawaii in February! whoooooooooooo hooooo YOU BETTER BELIEVE I want to look hot in a bikini!

**Pic is from Christmas evening, after a lovely 8-course Italian family dinner :)

Song of the Day: Break my Stride (Remix) by Pacific Groove

Sheeeeeeeeee's Back!!

Yippy yippy yippy.
So far so good with my goals.

Fake smile perfected - check
Don't be crazy - check (so far)
Wine consumption limited to avoid puking - check (so far)
Eat Healthy brekkie - check
Run 5 miles Saturday - check

That's right. 5 pain-free miles. I think I can really do this peeps. Obviously my original plan is not happening. But I'm revising it. However I'm too lazy to put it in an excel spreadsheet. But my plan is just keep doing my short runs during the week 3 to 4 miles. And increasing my weekend runs by a mile or a mile and a half each weekend. This will get me to at least 10 miles before the half marathon on Super Bowl Sunday. I feel so happy to have a goal again and actually thinking I can do this. I'm not trying to break any records this time around, I just want to finish the half, pain free and happy :)

Injuries seriously suck ass and I'm glad to have gotten thru the hip drama.

So far so good. I hope I can keep this up.

Song of the Day: In a Dream by Rockell

Christmas Goals

Well, this is it. Family time is drawing near. I think it's best to outline some goals to help get me through the week. So here they are, in no particular order.





1. Practice fake smile & excited look in the event of a crappy gift
2. Run 5 miles on Saturday - rain or shine
3. Run at least 4 days during week off and go to gym to do weights
4. Don't be crazy
5. Don't consume too much wine that will cause puking.
6. Hold tongue when appropriate - basically just keep mouth shut all day
7. Eat fruit & protein for breakfast everyday
8. Find a way to sneak in laundry at sister's house (pathetic for a 32 yr old woman, isn't it?)
9. Try to blog a few times from home - can't disappoint my readers
10. Don't be crazy

Good luck to everyone dealing with "famille détraqué." I am testing out a new theory this year. Minimal time spent at each location, causing more driving than I would like, but less time = less opportunity for blow outs.

More time on Freeway vs. More time with Family. Freeway wins.

Merry Christmas. Peace Out.


Song of the Day: I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas by Gayle Peevey

Balls, Balls and More Balls

Today's theme is BALLS.

You people... your mind is in the gutter.

The BALLS I am talking about are PEANUT BUTTER BALLS. In the picture, they kinda look like poop, but trust me - they are heaven on earth and definitely not stinky in any way.

So far this morning, I have had four delicious, creamy balls.

I have tried to research the calories and fat in these precious babies, but the info varies from 110 calories to 320 and fat anywhere from 8 to 19 grams. Either way you look at it, by eating FOUR, I'm screwed. But boy oh boy did I enjoy each and every one. And to be QH, I will probably go have another one when I'm done typing this blog.

And guess what's for lunch?????

The Captain made his famous MEAT BALLS again! I can't wait to dig into those puppies.

See, I'm surrounded by balls.

Except, of course, the EXERCISE ball.

Besides balls (can you tell I just really like that word today?) I did go for nice little run after work yesterday. I think I'm really back peeps. This weekend I will attempt to bump up my run to about 5 or 6 miles and see if I remain pain free. I sure hope so, cuz I need to burn off all the BALLS I've been eating. (Had to get it in ONE more time - ha ha)

What's your favorite holiday treat?????

Hot, Hot Sex

WHOA - That got your attention.

No, this post is not going to be X-rated. I just wanted to share my new favorite song:

Music is my Hot, Hot Sex by Cansei de Ser Sexy (CSS)

This song is so fun and I can't get it out of my head. Go download it NOW. You'll be singing it all day, even in your sleep.

In other news, I am participating in the "Virtual White Elephant Gift Exchange" on RunnersLounge. So, here is the gift I'm bringing:

BodyGuard Full-Body Condom

It's not REALLY running related, but it can be. You see, when you are running in a crowded race, you never know what might happen. At least it will protect you from other peoples sweat, spit and snot rockets that sometimes spray uncontrollably.

So there - Merry Christmas.

What is the best White Elephant Gift you have received???

Dysfunction At It's Finest

Family time during the Holidays?
Full of love and cheer and happy smiles?
I think not.

If you are hoping for some lovey, dovey, "families are so great", quality time bullshit blog, please look elsewhere today.

Let's get real people? The Holidays are are a time where we have to hang out with people that annoy the crap out of us. As a matter of fact, I like to refer to last year's Christmas as the "Great American Family Blowout."

Now not every family member bugs. I have some aunts that are amazing and my sister is my best friend (and the ONLY reason I can survive the holidays). My niece is the apple of my eye. But there are some... we ALL have one... that just make you want to hop on a plane to Paris on Dec. 22 and come back Jan. 2nd.

I have an uncle who seriously makes me want to kick a baby (ok, I don't really want to kick a baby, but I'd sure like to kick him). And my mother: She is worthy of several blogs. I love to her to death, but we have a VERY hard time connecting and she has some social dysfunctions that I can't even explain. The best word to describe her is WACKY.

I cope by trying to get in a really good workout first (long runs are great on family days). Then I hit the bottle. Seriously.
Family + Wine = Manageable
Family + No Wine = Just Plain Stupid

So fess up. Who is your annoying relative? What makes them so irritating? They probably won't read my comments, so feel free to be honest. How do you cope?

Song of the Day: Tell it Like It Is by Tracy Chapman

STREEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Amy asked in her blog what you do to deal with stress. This tends to be the season for stress. I don't know what it is -families, money, work, New Years goals... whatever it is, a lot of people seem to get the blues.

Some people do weird things to cope. When I was a kid, I would bang my head against the wall and blame it on my imaginary friend Ta Da. As a teenager, I would punch holes in my wall (I was a really pleasant teenager). College age, I drank and smoked.

Since I love food so much, I automatically assumed that I would eat like a big fat cow when stress really hit. Well, this weekend I tested that theory (unintentionally).



I had an emotional weekend and I learned that I DON'T EAT when I'm stressed. And if I can stomach anything, I usually end up throwing it up. I never knew this about myself or maybe I haven't been this emotional in a long time. Even weirder still is that I went to the market and bought a ton of food, but didn't eat it. The good part is that I dropped 4 lbs! I know it will probably come back - but I'm at 140 right now. Only 5 lbs away from my goal!

But the best way to deal with stress is to run. It clears your mind and makes your body feel great. So, that's what I did...

I ran.
I ran Saturday 3.5 miles and Sunday 4.2 miles
WITH NO PAIN!!!!

The runner girl is back! So the question is... will I be able to get up to speed to do a half marathon in 6 weeks??
I think I can. Strike that.
I know I can.

Song of the Day: Mama Said Knock You Out by L.L Cool J

Houston, By The Numbers

I'm waiting for my flight home! Home ... ahhh... back to the healthy me. This trip was just a disgrace, health wise. Here are the stats...

• Number of Days in Houston: 7
• Average # of Meals per Day: 6
• Average # Calories per meal: 2,800
• Average # of Trips Thru the Buffet each meal: 2.75
• Number of Workouts: Zilch
• Bottles of Wine Consumed: 14 (with coworker)
• Dirty Martini's Consumed: 3 (wine was easier to come by)
• Number of Desserts per Day: 3
• Number of times I said "I'm not going to eat like this again": 14
• Average Time before Eating bad again: 25 mins
• Number of Arguments over a candy bar: 2
• Number of pants that could not get buttoned: 2
• Number of times the hotel banquet staff made a comment on how much food I ate: 5

Serious issues people. Real Serious.

Good news is that I will be home in a few hours and back to eating like a human.

Great news is that The Captain fixed by closet! Dang I love that man.

Processing.... Please Hold

PLEASE STAND BY.
I am still in Houston and too busy blog? Can you believe it? How can ANYONE be too busy to blog? I do not know how to cope. But I'm trying.

Check back next Monday. The regular scheduled program shall return.

I thought I had it bad...

The other morning I was waiting at a stop light behind a truck. I was already zoning out, thinking about the stressful day ahead. Then I noticed the truck had a logo that quickly caught my attention. I rushed to work to check out their website http://www.doodydude.com/. What a fun name! For a small fee, this guy will come clean up your dog poop! He even does cat litter boxes. Since the last time I had to clean out a litter box I actually threw up in my mouth - I think this guy might be on something.

Putting this in perspective, which would you rather deal with on a daily basis?

Stinky Poop

or
Sharty Situations, B.M. Budgets, Crappy Travel, Potty Worthy Paychecks, Ca-Ca Clients, Turdy Bosses, Doo-Doo Vendors, Anal Appointments, and Shitty Stress.

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Not sure what you think, but it looks like the Stinky Poop wins out over a "regular job" anyday.

Like I said, this guy is on to something...

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Song of the Day: Take this Job And Shove It by various artists

Funky Town

Won't you take me to...
Funky Town?

No, I don't want to go dancing.

I'm in a
FUNK!!

Maybe it's the closet situation.
Maybe it's the looming business trip.
Maybe it's post-bday boozing.
Maybe it's from not running.
Maybe I'm sick.
Maybe I'm just tired.
Maybe I'm stressed about Christmas.
Maybe I'm burned out.
Maybe everyone else is just really irritating.

Maybe I should just shut the funk up and take a chill pill.
Anyone got one?

Ok- I promise to be back to "normal" tomorrow. Ha ha - "normal." Yeah righ.

Song of the Day: Wreck of The Day by Anna Nalick

The Facts of Life

You take the good, you take the bad

You take them both

And there you have...

((Sing it with me....))

The Facts of Life, The Facts of Life

I woke up in a panic this morning at 3:45 am. Anxiety kickin' in.

Lots of crap going...

And this song popped into my head.

Thanks to Tootie and the girls, I learned this valuable lesson: You gotta take the good with the bad.

So, here is my "good" - The Captain sent beautiful flowers to my work and made an amazing dinner last night! Yes, that's a huge steak and lobster (and wine, of course). I didn't eat the whole steak, which means I have a great left over lunch today too!

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Ok, now for the "bad." My closet COLLAPSED this weekend. For an organized, OCD person, this was very, very bad. Now all my clothes are on my couch and there is crap everywhere. I think this is where my anxiety is coming from. This picture sucks, but you get the idea.

Another anxiety maker - I am leaving for a business trip Friday for seven days of 16 hour days - mostly on my feet (and don't even get to dine on my own). All meals with my client. Stressed much?

Song of The Day: The Way I Am, by Ingrid Michealson

Thirty Two Things

Thank you Thank you Thank you for all the birfday wishes. A couple people asked how old I was turning. And now that I have finally come to terms with it, I will share. Thirty two.

Many women freak out when they are approaching the big Three-Oh. If you are drawing near to that age, I recommend a funny booked called Twenty Nine and Counting...

I did not freak out on my 30th. I went wine tasting with a bunch of really good friends and had a great time. I was looking forward to being 30 - finally a real adult. With that, I had a real sense of freedom to be who I want to be and not what other people want me to be. Sounds weird out loud, but maybe you understand.

HOWEVER, when I turned 31, it wasn't quite as easy. For some reason it really hit me then. Holy shit - I'm in my 30's! What the hell am I going to do with my life? I freaked. I balled my eyes out in a restaurant and had to leave. It was not a pretty site.

This year, I'm just fine. Had a wonderful weekend. Drank way too much. But I did actually attempt to run. I went two pain-free miles! I was very excited.

Anyway, in celebration of being thirty two, I thought I would come up with 32 cool things about being 32.

1. I can rent a car with no problem
2. I am confident in my career
3. I’ve travelled to 18 countries and adding a few more next year
4. Car insurance is less expensive
5. I can use curse words in front of adults
6. I get to sit at the grown up table at Christmas
7. Older people can tell dirty jokes around me
8. People finally stopped asking me when I am going to get married (I think they’ve given up)
9. I’ve paid off my debt and know how to use a credit card wisely
10. I don’t have to live on pizza anymore (I actually don’t really like pizza)
11. I don’t enjoy sleep-over’s anymore (except with The Captain – wink wink)
12. I would never even think of crashing on someone’s couch
13. I’m happy to stay home and watch a movie on a Friday night
14. Girls night out doesn’t elicit the same response in me that it used to
15. I prefer to drink good wine over crappy stuff
16. Don’t even think of pouring me a cheap vodka drink
17. I can say “no” to invitations and not feel guilty
18. I can slightly hold my tongue more than I used to (well, sometimes)
19. I can enjoy spending quiet time with my grandparents and want to hear their stories
20. I can leave when I want to
21. I have a savings account and it actually has money in it.
22. I have a 401K AND an IRA
23. I don’t think Top Ramen is a “staple” item
24. I think fresh vegetables, cottage cheese and eggs are “staple” items now
25. The wild oats have been planted. No need to dig them up again.
26. I highly value the skill of Multi-Tasking
27. Quality is better than quantity in most everything- food, drinks, clothing, relationships, etc.
28. I can still have a baby, if I chose to
29. I know how to get things done
30. I can get along with my mother – this was no easy feat
31. A good nights sleep and exercise are way better than closing down the bar
32. A delicious cup of tea could instantly change my mood

Song of The Day: Inside of Love by Nada Surf

Let the Festivities Begin

Today's' addition of "Fun Fact Friday" has been postponed until next week to bring you this late breaking, hard-hitting news.....

Go Jessica... It's your birthday.

We're gonna party like it's your birthday.

Yes, my name is Jessica and yes, this weekend we are celebrating my birthday. The festivities begin as soon as I get off work today (early, of course). I'm really excited so I had to share:

Friday

Light 30 min. Workout
Massage at 1pm at a fancy spa
Home to get gussied up
Shopping at Fashion Island with The Captain (to buy me presents!)
Birthday Bellinis

Romantic Dinner at Forest 230 with lots of wine

I am planning on keeping up with my workouts this weekend. Running has been non-existent in my world. It still feels like someone is stabbing me in the hip with a knife every time I take a step. Just thought I would share that update with ya, since this is supposed to be a "running blog." SHAAA RIGHT!

So back to the important stuff, please take this moment to reflect on birthdays and then send me a present. hee hee.

Thank you.

Song of the Day: Birthday by Via Satellite

Neither Hair, Nor There

Gots my hairs did last night.

I'm totally a creature of habit.

Same hair stylist for 11 years.

11 years. Seriously. I have followed her to 3 salons.

But I like her because she makes my hair look natural and healthy :) Thanks Kim.

BEFORE:

This pic is from TG with my gorgeous sister (7 month prego).
I can always tell I need to get my hair done when I'm wearing pony tails everyday.

DURING:

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AFTER:

I also want to take this moment to talk about my favorite hair products. I am a self proclaimed "product whore" and therefore cannot commit to just one. So I mix it up a bit - here are the top contenders of late. Please feel free to share your fav products as I am always looking to "hook up" with a new one :)

Enjoy - Great product line. Smells good, makes hair really clean. A little pricey, but not outrageous.

CHI Shine Infusion - This is my new favorite. I makes your hair so silky straight and protects from the straightening iron. *Not for beginners. If over-used, you will be rewashing your hair. Less expensive than Icon.

Icon Airshine - This was a fav for a long time, until replaced by CHI. It's not as heavy as CHI, but makes hair shiny when using straightener. Very "airy" when sprayed. It's a little pricey too (about $19). I wasn't in love with their shampoo/conditioner though.

Mastey - This is my new favorite line for shampoo/conditioner. It make my hair sooooooooo soft and smells really good - natural good, not purfumey. It's amazing.

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Song of The Day: Back at Your Door by Maroon 5

Most Fit?

According to Self Magazine (who got their info from the American Medical Association, National Center for Health Statistics, U.S. Census Bureau and the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services) says that Orange County, CA is the "Most Fit" region in the country on this year's list of the Best Places for Women.

If you live around here, you would probably agree. Everywhere you look there are women (and men) of all ages who look like they just stepped out of a magazine. I swear, I do not understand how these ladies get their stomachs so flat. Really flat.

I'm trying to figure out if this motivates me or makes me feel crappier about myself. I'm really not sure. I would love to be positive about it and say it motivates me, but I'm tyring to be honest here. Actually, I think it does both. For example, when I was running my marathon and I had about 3 miles left, I saw this woman who was in her 50s, awesome shape, zip past me. She was motivating! But when I am walking out of the gym sweating like a whore in church, and I see a fake, super skinny, made up girl walking out at the same time (not sweating at all), it's frustrating. I guess I should just take the motivation where I can and get over the rest. And shit - I'm in my 30s now, what do I care about comparing myself to others?

Ok, I'm over it. Just my thoughts today. Kinda pointless.

Song of the Day: Satellite by Guster

Motivation Recycled

As you probably know, I'm down with OPB. If you're not sure what that is, read Vanilla's Thanksgiving blog. As I was perusing through OPB, I came across miss Heather and her new "goal jeans." So, I'm totally copying her. I mean, recycling her idea.

Seriously ladies, we all have them (and maybe some guys out there too). Those pants in the back your closet that you know you will fit in someday. Well, I pulled them out last night and here is their story.

My very thin boss likes to clean out her closet once in a while. Since I have champagne taste on a beer budget, I mentioned to her that if she has anything great, to send them my way. In walks "THE PANTS." They are black, Dolce & Gabanna skinny pants- size 6 with a cute silver belt. Now, designer clothes size 6 is like a really a size 4 in my book. But that's just my opinion. I snatched those pants up faster than Brittney running a stop sign. But they don't quite fit.

Please note the gap (the arrow is pointing to it). I need to get that gap closed. Also, their snugness is causing the famed "muffin" effect on the "flanks."

So if I can get to my goal weight of 135, I know THE PANTS will fit with ease.

The Monday weigh in was quite a disaster (up 3 lbs) after T.G. so I needed this little extra motivation to get me going again. I think it's totally working.

So all you W.L.C. pals, pull out those secret pants and try them on. NOW. Go. Do it. Seriously. And take a picture. Paste the picture on the fridge or on your computer. And everytime you need a little motivation, go back to the picture and think about THE PANTS.

Also, I got on the Stairmaster last night and the song of the day came on. For some reason, it really kept me going. I stayed on that darn machine for 45 minutes (15 mins longer than planned). Yeah song of the day!

Song of the Day: Body Language by M.A.N.D.Y. vs. Booka Shade

Giddy Up

Time to get back in the saddle again.

Because this weekend, I seriously fell off the horse. Not just the horse. The entire buggy went skidding off the road, hit a big piece of pumpkin pie and rolled into a jug a wine.

If being a glutton was an art form, I have perfected the technique and will be offering courses at the local college. Sign up early.

Four days of eating everything in sight - oh and drinking.

There was wine, I saw, I conquered.

Exercise you ask? Well, there as none of that.

Unless you count getting up from the sofa to pour another glass of wine and nibble on yet another piece of pumpkin bread/cake/nuts/pie/chex mix/etc.

As you may notice in the photo, I was once again in the kitchen. That bottle of wine behind me is just one of the many victims. (Isn't my Grams the cutest thing ever?)

So needless to say, I didn't step on the scale at all.

But it all ends now.

Starting this morning, back to counting calories. Hitting the gym tonight where I will step on the scale and assess the damage.

Results to be posted tomorrow.

Thanksgiving Bandwagon

I know its tres cliché, but I'm practicing for tomorrow. My family will definitely make us go around the table and say what we’re grateful for. Maybe I’ll try to mix it up this year.

Odd Things I’m Grateful For:

1. Indie 103.1 so I don’t have to listen to the same crappy music on my way to/from work.
2. That there are still a few good men out there and I just happen to find one of them.
3. Martini’s – Dirty, shaken with a Big Damn Olive
4. Expensive beauty products that make me feel better about myself
5. Ponytails for bad hair days
6. Hard Boiled Eggs – the perfect food
7. Half Off Appetizer menus at Happy Hour
8. Random Capitalization and use of Dashes and Parenthesis (it’s my blog and I’ll write how I want to)
9. Flavored Green Tea – especially from Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf – my fav place (Starbucks sucks)
10. My loyal and wonderfully talented readers that think I'm funny.
    

Happy Turkey Day to You All. Over Consume and Enjoy Every Second of It.
PS: I'm going to be away from a computer for a while, so not sure when I can blog again.

Song of The Day: Always the Sun by The Stranglers

For Sale - A new PR

Taking a hint from Vanilla, I've discovered a new way to PR my Turkey Trot this weekend:

FOR SALE:

Item: Dana Point Turkey Trot
Cost: FREE
Valued at: $35.00 (But really it's priceless)
Includes: Entrance Fee and fancy race number
Complimentary Woman's Medium Shirt
An incredible experience (pretending you're me)
Requirements: Run a 9:00 min/mile pace (way faster than I really am)
Pretend you're me
Look really good in the pictures

In all actuality, I'm very, very bummed that I have to OPT out this Thursday. Considering that I have a lot pain just walking, I don't think I will be able to run a 10K. As much as I would like to try, The Captain (and my Physical Therapist) think I should sit this one out. But really, what do they know? I feel extra shitty about it because I raised money and my wonderful friends and family donated and I'm not running. I know the money still goes to the Food Bank, but I feel like I need to run to earn it. And I know I'm going to eat like a horse, so I wish I could burn a few calories before diving in head first into a vat of stuffing.

Good luck to everyone else running.

Song of the Day: Jealousy by Natalie Merchant

Dear Running - a letter

Dear Running,

I don't even know if I am going to give this letter to you, but I'm so angry I had to write down my feelings. So, what's your problem? Seriously. Friday you let me run almost 5 miles of pure bliss. You made me like you again. Then Saturday, you turn on me. You were miserable and didn't even let me go 2 miles.

You need to make a choice. Are you going to be with me or against me? I can't handle this wishy washy bull$hit anymore. I want to like you again. At one point, I was totally obsessed with you. Now I do anything I can to avoid you.

Thanks to you, I did not lose a freakin' pound this week for the H.W.C. I had to post on the forum that the scale didn't budge. Thanks alot for that. You could have been helpful, but NOOOOOOOOOOO.

That's all I have to say to you right now so I don't say something I don't mean. Shape up or ship out.

Song of The Day: Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit

I wasn't the popular girl in school, so being "tagged' by Betsy makes me feel super cool. The only problem now is trying to figure out something interesting to share. I already screwed myself by sharing my mad driving skills. Now I'll never be able to borrow your car.

THA RULZ:

• link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog
• share 5 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird
• tag 5 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs
• let them know they are TAGGED by leaving a comment on their blog.

THA 5 FACTS:

• I went through a horrible goth phase in Jr High - you know, wore all black, smoked cigs, listened to The Cure. My little sister loves to remind me (and anyone who will listen) about this phase.
• I always wanted to be a cheerleader. I tried out for 3 years and never made it. I was on the newspaper staff instead. The only trophy I have ever earned was in 8th grade for perfect attendance.
• I went through a VERY SHORT Karaoke phase. I loved to sing Pat Benatar, Jewel and sometimes Madonna. So scary. I'm really, really bad.
• I've moved 17 or 18 times - can't remember. I seriously HATE moving.
• I've been drugged at least twice at bars. But nothing serious happened, thanks to my good friends. I've been lucky, I guess. One time was by a quasi-famous person who was recently put on trial for murder.

WHO'S IT NEXT?

• Hot Thick Chick
• Viv
• Mendy
• Jes
• Laurel

Song of The Day: Superman by Eminem

Fun Fact Friday

Welcome to the first edition of "Fun Fact Friday."

Fun Fact About Me:

I am quite possibly the absolute WORST driver.

The first day I got my driver's license should have been a clue. I should have just stopped there. I was so excited to be able to drive without a parent, so I packed up my sister and her friends and we were going to head to the mall. As, I was pulling out of the driveway, I sideswiped my mom's boyfriend's car. Uh. Totally not my fault. Why was his lame car in the driveway anyways?

But it really did go downhill from there. There have been so many rear ends, back up into's and yes, more sideswipes that I can account for. A few stand out in my mind as being the most embarrassing:

1. I was leaving this guys house after a bad first date. I just wanted to get outta there. Well, I pulled out and hit his neighbors car. That sucked.

2. I was moving my friends car so we could fit stuff in the garage - I sideswiped his car all down the side of the garage. Not pretty.

3. I borrowed my friend's truck to move. I swiped the mirror on a pole and broke it off.

4. Christmas day with my mom and her boyfriend - I sideswiped another car. Then the creepy boyfriend got out and yelled at the people. So they just left, scared.

5. I was carpooling (I was the driver) to work with people and I rolled back into another car. But I didn't realize it was me who rolled, so I was totally going off on the person for rear-ending me. oops. my bad.

My first car had so many fender benders that my friend's nicknamed it "The Rhino." Yes, my bumper was no longer parallel with the car, it actually stuck out like a horn.

Other fun facts:

1. A stranger once left a note on my car telling me I need new tires because metal was showing? What the heck? There's metal in tires? Weird.

2. I put on make up while driving. I know. It's bad.

3. I can drive with my knee pretty well.

4. I talk on the phone and TEXT while driving.

5. If someone tailgates me, I take my foot off the accelerator and slow down even more.

The worst part is that I am not getting any better. 16 years LATER, and I still can't seem to get it right. Just last Saturday, I went to park my car and I hit the curb so hard that my tire exploded.

Cuz That's How I Roll... pun intended.

News Alert

I have sad news to report today- I will NOT be able to blog tomorrow. Nor will I be able to read blogs tomorrow. Once again, there will be no blogging of any kind tomorrow.

Why, you ask?

Well, I am heading to Houston, Texas for the day. For work. This is just a precursor, as seasonal extensive travel is required for my job and the season is about to begin. So this will be a little test to get you guys used to me not being around everyday. It might be rough at first, but we will make it through together.

Please don't shed a tear. I will be back. All will be restored in the world.

Friday we will have another special news alert, as there will be a new segment here on Pieces of Me. Ok, I will tell you now. Fridays are now going to be known as "Fun Fact Friday." Yep, that's right. Fun Facts of all kinds will be revealed on Fridays. I bet you can't wait. But you'll have to...

Song of The Day: Leaving on a Jet Plane by Peter, Paul and Mary
(I was a BIG fan of them as a child. Obviously hippy parents played a part in that)

An Old Fashioned Italian Setback

Confession Time:

The Captian is not only an Tall Drink of Water, but he is also an amazing cook. He gets old family recipes from his Italian mom and his 90-something year old grandma. It's awesome. I'm totally blessed. I come home from work almost everyday to a delicious home cooked meal.

The Captian is totally on board with my healthy eating obsession, but sometimes he can't help himself and his chef-y ways get the best of him. Last night, he made THE ABSOLUTE BEST HOMEMADE SPAGHETTI AND MEATBALLS evah. They were so flilppin' good. I pigged out like a total oinker. And what goes with a great Italian dinner, well Chianti, of course. The Captain had half a glass. I finished the bottle.

So basically, I jumped off the diet wagon with both feet.

But this mornin', I'm climbing back on.

PS: The Cap hates when I talk about him - so sorry babe. xoxo

Song of The Day: New Slang by The Shins

Monday Update, Version 11.12

I have some how found a way to simultaneously
SUCK ASS
and
KICK ASS.

How you ask?
I have no idea.

But, as you can tell from my running stats to the left, I have definitely been sucking ass in that department. However this morning on my whopping 2 mile run, I did manage to zoom by this lady who looked like Jack Nicholson. Take That Mrs. Jack.

On the other hand, in regards to the Weightless Challenge, I totally kicked ass last week. Week one, I barely dropped half a pound. HOWEVAHHH – last week I dropped 3.5 ell bees. I know that 2 lbs is the safe amount, so I don’t know how this happened. Maybe it took an extra week to catch up from my previous week. Well, whatever the reason, I’m one happy lady sans 3.5. And I won’t look this gift horse in the mouth. I earned that shit. I managed to keep at least a 500 calorie deficit every day, including un pequito vino on Friday. So, at this rate I will be in the high 130’s next weekend. Sweet Jesus! I see the light.

Non- running Nancy (seems like quite a runner to me) suggested a Blogging World Virtual Race. Run 8 miles on December 8th. I am up to the challenge (as long as my body is cooperating). So stop by her blog and let her know if you’re in, too.

So, there you have it. El Re-Cap.

Song of the Day: Talk to Me, Dance with Me by Hot Hot Heat

The Hip Hike

I’ve never been one to claim sanity, especially here in blogger-ville. I am obsessive, compulsive and can be down right crazed about certain subjects (i.e. running, weight, food, martinis). So, the following story might not come as a surprise, but I thought I would share it anyway.

Last Thursday night, my physical therapist helped me to realize that my weak gluteus medius is a main cause of my hip and knee pain from running (hence the stern letter to my posterior last week). As part of my therapy, she showed me some strengthening exercises, my favorite being the “Hip Hike.” We started out with 2 sets of 20 on each side. She said we’ll eventually work up to 3 sets of 45. As I left the P.T. office/gym/whatever it is called, she said,
“Don’t forget to do your exercises.”

Ahem, apparently my P.T. does not know how psychotic I can be. Let’s just say I have not stopped doing the Hip Hike. I Hike the Hip as I blow dry my hair in the morning. Then, I hike the hip while I’m standing in the kitchen figuring out what to eat. At work on Friday, I got up from my desk to stretch, I mean Hip Hike. I get home and Hip Hike as I watch TV. Then I wash up for bed and Hip Hike as I brush my teeth. If only I can figure out a way to do it while I’m driving. hmmmmmmmm

Now, for the scary part. I was shopping with my girlfriend today, waiting in line to make our purchases and I thought it would be a good time to get some Hip Hikes in. I just got back from the grocery store where I, take a guess….. That’s right. I did it in line at the market.

If a little of something is good, then A LOT will most definitely be better. Right?

So if you see a kooky brunette chick doing the Hip Hike at some random location, it would be safe to assume that it’s me. Because I have no intention of knocking this off – until my booty is strong (or my boyfriend threatens to dump me for being neurotic).

Song of The Day: My Goodies by Callis

Correspondence With My Culo

My dearest Gluteus,

I’m writing you this letter today to reflect on our past and hopefully repair our connection. Apparently, I have been neglecting you lately. I didn’t realize your true value, and for that I am sorry.

Ever since I can remember you were there, right behind me. In college you became more prominent in my life. However, even then I did not take care of you. You were just there, growing, following me everywhere I went. Then about two years ago, I lost some weight. This must have annoyed you because you disappeared completely. Looking back, I can pinpoint that as the time our relationship went FLAT.

Your recent passive aggressive behavior is completely unacceptable. Because I ignored you, you took it upon yourself to involve my hips and knee in your little pain game. But now that I know you are the root of all my problems, I will deal with you directly.

Oh Gluteus Medias, being in the middle is not easy. Your meaty brother, Maximus is always taking the spotlight, while you and Minimus are rarely acknowledged. But from now on, it will be all about you. At least until we build up your confidence and you feel strong again.

So consider this my recommitment to you. Now that I know how important you are, I will make sure to include you in my work out and physical therapy ventures. Some of this may be painful, but it is for your own good. So please stop messing with my gait and jacking up my hips and knee. I will build you back up and in return you will help me run faster.

Deal?

Circle one and return to me after class:

Yes No


Songs of the day, dedicated to my booty:

Ms. New Booty by Bubba Sparxxx
Ms. Fat Booty by Mos Def
Booty Bounce by DJ Funk
Da Booty by A Tribe Called Quest

Busy Bee

Work is really starting to pick up and I am super busy. Too busy for a fun post today. But since I really need a laugh, I thought I would share this pic.

My niece is quite possibly the funniest 2 year old on the planet.

Wish me luck at PT tonight. ARGHHHHHHHHHH.

And I've already consumed more than 3/4 of my allowed calories for the day. Looks like I'm having broccoli for dinner. Just broccoli. haha kidding. Kind of.

Song of the day: Galvenize by The Chemical Brothers

Unsolicited Advice- Take 2. A Lesson in Sarcasm

I’m taking Vanilla’s “Advice” and I’m going to dish out some of my own unsolicited advice! I’ve gotten enough over the years. It’s high time I share my vast knowledge of REALLY important subjects and highly educated opinions with the blog world. This will be fun.
Thanks for the Blog Idea Vanilla.

To: You Know Who You Are

1. You really should not wear sweats with writing across the butt if you have ANY junk in the trunk.
2. You really should keep up your hair extensions or people will know they are fake. Actually, everyone knows they are fake anyways.
3. You really should not wear socks with sandals.
4. You really shouldn’t raise your voice to the cashier because it just makes YOU look like an A$$-hole, not them.
5. You really should not eat fast food. That shiz will kill you.
6. You really should learn how to do a four-way stop. Here’s a hint: Left turns YIELD.
7. You really should stop drinking soda.
8. You really should get more sleep. You look tired.
9. You really shouldn’t play your car radio so loud because nobody else cares about your Big Booty Ho.
10. You (yeah, you reader) really should leave me a comment with some unsolicited advice you want to share with the world. (It does not necessarily have to be directed towards me.)

Because, sarcasm is funny, damn it.

Last, but not least. I read an article from Elizabeth Scott, M.S. and she states that unsolicited advice can be a cause of stress. So, I think after all this bologna, I really need to take a day off of work (paid) and de-stress from all the unsolicited advice flying around.

On a running note. I'm so over it. I tried to run a measly 4 mi this morning and, once again, had to walk the last mile home. My last 3 runs have totally bit the big one. I went to my first PT on Monday and I'm going back Thursday. I only talked with an assistant and she thinks I have Bursitis in my hips. However I still think it is more IT Band related because now my knee is hurting. They are often mistaken for each other. I can deal with (aka still run) if it's just my hips. But the knee pain is what makes me have to stop. Hopefully we can get to the bottom of it on Thursday and come up with some type of rehab plan. At this rate, there is no way I am running a race on Thanksgiving. Especially because I want to PR. Basically, I'm a grumpy stress ball negative ninny about this. It sucks A$$.

Song of the Day: None of Your Business by Salt-N-Pepa

Unsolicited Advice

Good morning Campers. Today we’re going to talk about “unsolicited advice.” Now, don’t get me wrong. I love advice. Advice from true friends or loved ones, when needed and when ASKED for, can be very helpful.

For example:
Me: Hi best friend. Do you think this shirt looks good on me?
Best Friend: Actually, I think the pink one looks better.

See, that is solicited advice and that is fine. That is not what we are talking about today.

Unsolicited advice tends to come when you are least expecting it because well, it is UNSOLICITED. It is awkward for the receiving party and just plain irritating. Why on earth does the advising party think so highly of their advice that they just pass it out so obtrusively?

Let’s look at some examples that have happened in my life:

Example #1:
Un-named Person who is not close to me in a personal way: Hi Jessica. I love the outfit, but those shoes really aren’t working for you.
(Oh, really PERSON? Well, I like the f’n shoes. I think they ARE working for me and I will wear them every damn day now.)

Example #2:
Married Person: So, are you seeing anyone special?
Single Me: Uhm Nope. Not right now.
Married: Well, don’t rush it. Enjoy being single. It will happen when you stop looking.
(AARRGGGHHHH – shut IT married person. You know that you “looked” every damn day of your pathetic single life, too. So just shut it.)

Example #3:
Non-Runner: So, what have you been up to?
Me: Oh, I’ve been busy. I just finished my first marathon.
N.R.: Really? Running all that way can’t be good for you. I heard it’s really bad, especially for women.
Me: Hmmm. Well, I rather enjoy it and it does wonders for me.
N.R.: Well, running isn’t something you will be able to do forever, ya know?
(Ok lazy bastard! When you get off your fat tush and can run one freakin’ mile, then MAYBE we’ll talk.)

Example #4:
N.R.. So, you’re a runner?
Me: Well, I try. I’ve been doing it for about a year an a half. Maybe 2.
N.R.: Do you stretch? You know, you really should stretch.
(Light bulb! Really Einstein? I should stretch? Ok. I’ll try to remember that.)

Maybe it’s just me. Maybe not. Please validate my irritability by sharing a similar situation with the group today. Anyone? Anyone?

Song of the Day: Lazy Eye by Silversun Pickups

The Monday of My Discontent

I’m posting my Monday Weigh in on Sunday night because I’m not sure I will have time Monday morning. So here it is, in all it's non-glory:

Previous Weight: 146
Current Weight: 145*
*I did weigh 146 before my morning workout, but 145 after.

I have to say that I’m really disappointed. I know it’s better than actually GAINING, but shit, I really thought that I would have dropped at least 2 lbs.

To make this positive, a little disappointment might be what I need to kick this mutha into high gear. Looking back at last week, I can see more than a few *pitfalls* that might have influenced the scale:

• Monday night pasta dinner with wine


• Drank wine on Tuesday night


• Drank a billion Blueberry Vodkas on Halloween


• Went to happy hour on Thursday night and got “happy”


• Went out to dinner on Sat night at had huge Italian dinner

What the F was I thinking? How can I expect to just drop weight because I “will” it?
So this it. This time I’m serious. This week victory will be mine.

Song of the Day: Save Me by Aimee Mann

Short-Term Goals

I'm all signed up for the Trot.

Yippy. I think I'm running it alone, but the Captain will be at the finish line, so that's fine with me. I ran this race last year and my time was 56:44. My PR for a 10K is 55:23. So I just want to beat that time. I'm a little worried that I'm slower because:

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A. I still have hip issues

B. I am fatter and Heavy girl = Slow girl

C. I have been focusing on distance rather than speed

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So, we shall see what happens

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This is a FUNDRAISING run, so pleeeeeeeeeeeease stop by my fundraising page if you have any loose change laying around and you want to help feed the hungry. If you would like more info on the charity, check out the Feed OC Website. Also, there just MIGHT be a photo of a certian captain on my fundraising page, so if you want to check out his cuteness, you will just have to go to my fundraising page. And then since you're already there, you can just donate a few bucks. Sneaky, huh?

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Last - the first weigh in for the Holiday Weight Loss Challenge will be monday! I hope everyone has been on thier A-game. To be honest, I have been a total booze-hound this week and broke all my rules when it comes to drinking. Damn Blueberry Vodka! But starting today, I am going to find a way to get at least 2 hours a day of some sweaty workouts in all weekend to make sure my weight goes DOWN instead of UP. ITS NOT TOO LATE TO JOIN UP - so if you have a few extra ELL-BEEs you want to shake, then check us out. We also have a fancy forum for chatting about food, drinks, goals, stats, etc.

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Dassssssssss it for now. Have a great weekend peeps.

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Song of the day: Boom Boom Boom by The Outhere Brothers

Electric Boogaloo

Do you remember what you were up to in 1984?

I do.

I was out on the front lawn

dancing with my best friend.

We had mad skillz.

Traditonally trained in tap, ballet and jazz,

we were so good, the older boys on the street asked if we wanted to be in their crew.
Yeah, that’s right.
The Flintstone Lane Crew wanted us for our hot dance moves
(or because my best friend had a kick ass ghetto blaster.)

Well, whatever the reason, we were in.

The combination of the boys’ pop-lock moves and our jazz moves made us serious contenders for anyone who wanted to battle. There was some trash talkin’ coming from Prescott Lane. And there is only one thing we could do about it. Take it to the streets. So that summer we had our first (and only) Dance Off. I don’t even remember who won, but we maintained our rep, and that’s all that matters on the harsh streets of Huntington Beach. Yo.

Basically, we were livin’ the dream. We totally idolized “Kelly” from “Breakin” and “Breakin 2 – Electric Boogaloo.” I wanted to be her and for the summer of '84, I thought I was.

And last night, I brought it back.

Songs of The Day:

Ain’t Nobody by Chaka Khan

and

Freakshow On The Dancefloor by The BarKays

Blissfulness

I had one of those moments last night.
They are the moments that I live for.
I look for them all the time, in everything,
but when you’re looking, they are hard to find.

They are simple.
They come on slowly and require no effort.

Sitting with a full stomach from a home cooked dinner,
surrounded by newspaper and pumpkin guts,
I look across the table and tell the Captain…

I am so happy.

Other Stuff:

Take ONE guess how The Captain carved in his pumpkin.

Seriously, the man is obsessed. HA HA.

On the Workout Front:
Four mile tempo run this morning. A “Blog Buster” combined with a "Daydreamer" (if that's possible) according to Vanilla's types of blogs. Nothing to report, except I managed to keep a 9 min pace, finishing the 4 miles in 35 minutes, which is way fast for me.

On the Challenge Front:
I drank 2 glasses of wine last night. Not on the "plan." I ate ONE peanut butter cup, but just one. Also, we are going out tonight for Halloween - pics tomorrow hopefully! But this means that drinking will commence again (and in mass quantities) tonight. I'm thinking blueberry vodka!!! Also not on the plan. Maybe I will drink enough to puke, hence actually LOSING weight~! ha ha kidding. (Not a good diet plan, kids). Seriously though, I will make up for it this weekend - with some kick ass sweaty work outs.

Song of The Day: I Love Rock and Roll by Joan Jett

Ode To My Muffin Top

As I button my pants, there you are
Over the top of my jeans, looking so bizarre

No difference it makes to suck you in
Impossible to hide, like a double chin

But numbered are your days, my friend
I see light at the tunnel end

I’m eating right and working hard
To get rid of you, tub of lard

With running, weights and occasional spin class
I’ll be sure to kick your ass

Now it’s time to say our Goodbye’s,
My next target is my Thunder Thighs

Song of the Day: Let's Get Physical (remix) by Cat 5

Holiday Weightloss Challenge

Alright, so here it is. A nice and simple individual weight loss challenge.

• Post your current weight.
• Post your goal weight.
• Post your prize to yourself.

Then Mondays we can all post your current weight to check the status. We need to reach our goals by February 1st in order to give yourself your own prize.

Whether you have 5lbs to lose or 50 lbs to lose, you are only competing against yourself. But, you have us to share your success with (because there will be no failure!)

My Stats:

• Current Weight: 146 (All time high was 168; All time low is 134)
• Goal Weight: 135
• My Prize: Day at the Spa - Facial and Massage

Let me know if you're in. Good luck everyone.

***UPDATE: Database Diva has set up a lounge for us! Yeah - she rocks. So, please check it out, sign up and all that stuff! ***********
Holiday Weighloss Challenge



In other news, I started my training program this weekend and it's off to a great start. I ran my easy peasy 3 miles this morning. A little bit of hip pain, but I'm used to it. The girls in my office are eating bagels. I am not. I had a piece of whole grain toast with cottage cheese on top and some pineapple. The sunrise was awesome this morning, I had to take a picture (with my cell phone, so it's not that great):




Song of the Day: One Night In Bangkok Remix by Vinylshakerz

Weightloss/Half Marathon Plan

I warned you about my borderline OCD.

Here is my work out plan - in an excel spreadsheet. Seriously. I have issues.
I think if you click on the plan, you can see a bigger version.

Weight loss challenge anyone??

How about "Moment of Truth Mondays" weigh ins??

D-Day of the Fat A$$

Holy Mother of All Things Crappy.

No. No. No. This can't be true.

Here's how last night shook down:

Enter Gym.
Spot scale from across the room.
Slowly walk towards it.

Deep breath.

Step on scale, simultaneously covering the results.

Jump off scale.

Wait. That did not say what I think it said. Deep breath.

Step back on scale.

There must be a mistake.

I hope nobody saw. (looks around)

OH MY GOD ~ HOW CAN I CONFESS THIS ON MY BLOG???
I feel like I have to.

So, here it is. 1-f''n- 4 - g'd -6.
There, I said it. 146.

Seriously - what the F%$* happened? How did I gain 12 G'd lbs?

Jess - It wasn't willpower that kept me from the scale. It was pure fear.

Mendy - You're on! We can do it.

So my goal is out there. 135. That's 11 lbs. I want to be there by race in Feb.

For me, it's mostly about eating, so here are the rules:

1. Breakfast: Egg White/Cottage Cheese, Kashi/whole grain bread, Fruit

2. Salad for lunch with no dressing (I do this already)

3. Protein and veggies ONLY for dinner

4. Wine/Martinis - only once a week

5. No bread at dinner/lunch. Ever.

6. No chocolate. No cookies.

7. Weigh self once a week only

9. Stick to work out plan

10. Don't be psycho by talking about it all the time. Only blog about it. (So get ready, cuz all my psychosis will be directed to ya'll.)

I did it before. I can do it again. I just thank God I caught this before it got out of control.

Does anyone want to see my workout plan??? Not sure if it's annoying to show that shizz.

In other news, The Captain is returning on Saturday from a week long fishing turned gambling trip. Can't wait until he gets home! YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Song of the Day: Here Comes Your Man by The Pixies

Truth in Numbers

Being borderline obsessive/compulsive, I have steered clear of the scale lately. To be exact, I have managed to avoid the scale for 16 weeks. When I decided to train for the marathon, I thought it better that I paid attention to being healthy and eating properly for training, instead of trying to cut calories, etc. So, now that they marathon is over and ALL MY PANTS ARE TOO TIGHT, I think it’s time to step on the scale again. I don’t have one at my house, so I am going to use the gym scale.

I’m freaking out. I’m scared of what I will see.

Let’s talk real numbers here people. This is very hard to do because WE ALL LIE about our weight. I have lied on my driver’s license about my weight since I was 16. But I’m going to be honest today. My highest weight was 168. Ouch. That was not pretty. I’m a tall girl, but not tall enough for 168. That was 2 years ago. I got down to 134. I was very happy there. I can wear a size 4 at 134. I think I have a lot of muscle, because my goal was 130 and I just could not get that low.

So the scale thing happens tonight.

I have taken the following preliminary action to deal with what I see on the scale tonight:

***I HAVE SIGNED UP FOR THE SURF CITY HALF MARATHON IN FEB '08***

Half marathon training is perfect for weight loss for me because the mileage is low enough where I don’t want to eat everything in site. I have created a great training program that I am very excited about it. It starts Oct. 28th. That’s this Sunday.

Local friends - Anyone want to join? PT Friend, Booch, Shevon, Saaaaaaarah??? anyone? anyone? There is also a 5K if you don't want to commit to a half!

New Goals:
* Weigh 134 again – before race in Feb.
* Half Marathon in Feb – run it under 2 hours (prev time was 2:04)
* Incorporate Core Training & Strength Training twice a week

Song of the day: Maniac from Flashdance Soundtrack

My Gym: Deconstructed

Last night was my first night back to the gym. The 4 months that I trained for the marathon, I used running as an excuse to NOT go to the gym. As I do with running, I also have a love/hate relationship with the gym.

I LOVE lifting weights and doing cardio besides running and all the other "gym things." I actually worked at a gym for 5 years, which perhaps contributed to the HATE part. The thing that irritates me the most is that there are OTHER PEOPLE there too. If I could just have the gym all to myself, it would be perfect. Or even just some free weights, maybe a bike or Precor, oh and a sauna and jacuzzi.

Anyway, back to the OTHER PEOPLE. I was observing them last night and I have a feeling that most gyms have similar "annoyances." Let's walk though some of the basics and perhaps some of the more unique:

FRAT BOYS - These young fellows are commonly found in the free weight section, typically lifting dumbbells improperly and staring uncomfortably at your breasts while you do lat pull downs. Easily identified by their "Delta Delta Delta Beer Bong Bash 2006" T-Shirt.

STEROID GUY - Easily identified by his unnatural ginormous muscles, back acne that seeps through his too-small tank top and loud grunting noises/weights banging on the ground. Steer clear of him, don't ask to 'work in' and don't fill up your water bottle at the drinking fountain if he is waiting in line. He doesn't just look mean - he is mean and might snap at any minute(blame it on the juice).

SORORITY GIRLS - These gals usually linger in the cardio room. You will typically find them on the PRECOR machine on level 1 with their US Weekly magazine. Their short shorts tend to have "Juicy" or something similar sprawled across the butt and I've noticed a resurgence of knee high socks. They workout in pairs and TALK loudly to each other about Jacobs party last night and how Lisa is a total whore.

P.S.N. - Also known as Plastic Surgery Nightmare. These are very common in Newport Beach, but can be found in most big cities these days. Not really fond of the treadmill due to too much bouncing, they usually stick to the bikes or aerobics rooms. Even though they are at the gym for 1.5 hours, they leave with not a drip of sweat on them. The protruding cheek bones, swollen lips, fake blue contacts, dyed blond hair extensions, full make up, perfectly carved abs and extremely large 'pectorals' will cause all heads to turn. Some heads will turn in interest, some will turn in curiosity but all will be unsure whether she is pretty or pretty creepy.

NIGHT CLUB GUY- (Or Wanna-Be) These are also common in Newport Beach and are easily identified once you know what you're looking for. Generally a decent looking breed with muscles. Tattoos and spiky hair, probably an "Affliction" T-shirt. Dark circles under eyes from partying the night before, probably has a stuffy nose from the night before, too. They are very important and will want you to know how important they are by answering their 30 phones while on their 20 minute cardio session.

COUGARS - Cougars exist all over the world, however they seem to flourish in the OC area. They are not easily identified because you can not usually guess their age. These women are often in the gym because their bodies totally rock and you can tell ALOT of work has been put into getting those skinny triceps muscles to pop. You might find yourself not only jealous of her body, but also her couture wardrobe, her young model boyfriend and slick new Range Rover/Mercedes/Lexus. However, although her body is hot, she really should not wear that white mini skirt because, well she is 55 years old.

There are a few more, perhaps we can talk about later.
* 80's Rocker Chick
* Fat Personal Trainer Girl or Guy (my all time fav)
* Personal Trainer who smokes behind the building and thinks nobody can smell it Guy.
* Sweaty guy who doesn't use towel
* Forgot-To-Use Deodorant Guy
* Cell Phone Talking Person

This is all just in good fun. I am not generalizing people - I was simply describing SPECIFIC people that saw last night. Maybe my PMS made everyone seem more annoying than they really were, but probably not. They're just irritating.

Did I miss any???

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