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.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
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.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Went to the mall.
Went online and bought Garmin.
(Thanks to all the gift certificates I got for Christmas)
Here are my personal pros & cons. (God, I love lists)
- It will assist me in my mileage counting obsession
- IF I ever go a different route (yeah right) I will know how far to go.
- I can track my times and progress
- It's cool and people will think I'm a real runner (ha ha)
- The price
- I never go different routes (I would have to drive, because of where I live)
- I already know how far it is to run 5, 10, 15 or even 20 miles
- I could buy 2 pairs of jeans with that money
- I could buy 1 pair of jeans and new shoes
- I can time myself with the watch I already have
- It's really bulky and I get easily irritated when I'm running.
Any thoughts, advice, opinions????
Song of the Day: Talk to me, Dance with me by Hot, Hot Heat
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
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
Friday, December 21, 2007
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.
Song of the Day: I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas by Gayle Peevey
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
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
Monday, December 17, 2007
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 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
Friday, December 14, 2007
- 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.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Sharty Situations, B.M. Budgets, Crappy Travel, Potty Worthy Paychecks, Ca-Ca Clients, Turdy Bosses, Doo-Doo Vendors, Anal Appointments, and Shitty Stress.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
No, I don't want to go dancing.
I'm in a
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
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
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.
- I can rent a car with no problem
- I am confident in my career
- I’ve travelled to 18 countries and adding a few more next year
- Car insurance is less expensive
- I can use curse words in front of adults
- I get to sit at the grown up table at Christmas
- Older people can tell dirty jokes around me
- People finally stopped asking me when I am going to get married (I think they’ve given up)
- I’ve paid off my debt and know how to use a credit card wisely
- I don’t have to live on pizza anymore (I actually don’t really like pizza)
- I don’t enjoy sleep-over’s anymore (except with The Captain – wink wink)
- I would never even think of crashing on someone’s couch
- I’m happy to stay home and watch a movie on a Friday night
- Girls night out doesn’t elicit the same response in me that it used to
- I prefer to drink good wine over crappy stuff
- Don’t even think of pouring me a cheap vodka drink
- I can say “no” to invitations and not feel guilty
- I can slightly hold my tongue more than I used to (well, sometimes)
- I can enjoy spending quiet time with my grandparents and want to hear their stories
- I can leave when I want to
- I have a savings account and it actually has money in it.
- I have a 401K AND an IRA
- I don’t think Top Ramen is a “staple” item
- I think fresh vegetables, cottage cheese and eggs are “staple” items now
- The wild oats have been planted. No need to dig them up again.
- I highly value the skill of Multi-Tasking
- Quality is better than quantity in most everything- food, drinks, clothing, relationships, etc.
- I can still have a baby, if I chose to
- I know how to get things done
- I can get along with my mother – this was no easy feat
- A good nights sleep and exercise are way better than closing down the bar
- A delicious cup of tea could instantly change my mood
Song of The Day: Inside of Love by Nada Surf
Friday, November 30, 2007
Massage at 1pm at a fancy spa
Home to get gussied up
Shopping at Fashion Island with The Captain (to buy me presents!)
Thursday, November 29, 2007
I can always tell I need to get my hair done when I'm wearing pony tails everyday.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
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
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
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:
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.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Taking a hint from Vanilla, I've discovered a new way to PR my Turkey Trot this weekend:
Item: Dana Point Turkey Trot
Valued at: $35.00 (But really it's priceless)
Includes: Entrance Fee and fancy race number
Complimentary Woman's Medium Shirt
An incredible experience (pretending you're me)
Requirements: Run a 9:00 min/mile pace (way faster than I really am)
Pretend you're me
Look really good in the pictures
In all actuality, I'm very, very bummed that I have to OPT out this Thursday. Considering that I have a lot pain just walking, I don't think I will be able to run a 10K. As much as I would like to try, The Captain (and my Physical Therapist) think I should sit this one out. But really, what do they know? I feel extra shitty about it because I raised money and my wonderful friends and family donated and I'm not running. I know the money still goes to the Food Bank, but I feel like I need to run to earn it. And I know I'm going to eat like a horse, so I wish I could burn a few calories before diving in head first into a vat of stuffing.
Good luck to everyone else running.
Song of the Day: Jealousy by Natalie Merchant
Monday, November 19, 2007
I don't even know if I am going to give this letter to you, but I'm so angry I had to write down my feelings. So, what's your problem? Seriously. Friday you let me run almost 5 miles of pure bliss. You made me like you again. Then Saturday, you turn on me. You were miserable and didn't even let me go 2 miles.
You need to make a choice. Are you going to be with me or against me? I can't handle this wishy washy bull$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
Sunday, November 18, 2007
- 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?
Song of The Day: Superman by Eminem
Friday, November 16, 2007
Cuz That's How I Roll... pun intended.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
(I was a BIG fan of them as a child. Obviously hippy parents played a part in that)
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
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, November 12, 2007
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
Sunday, November 11, 2007
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
Friday, November 9, 2007
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.
Circle one and return to me after class:
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
Thursday, November 8, 2007
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
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
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
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
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:
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.)
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.)
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.)
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
Sunday, November 4, 2007
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
Friday, November 2, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
We had mad skillz.
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.)
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.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
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.
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
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
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
Monday, October 29, 2007
- 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!)
- 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
***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
Friday, October 26, 2007
I think if you click on the plan, you can see a bigger version.
Spot scale from across the room.
Slowly walk towards it.
I feel like I have to.
There, I said it. 146.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
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!
* 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
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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???
Song of the Day: Shake That (feat. Nate Dogg) by Eminem
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
I took this picture from my street corner. The foreboding cloud is actually SMOKE (from the CA fires, if you have been living under a rock.)
Monday, October 22, 2007
3. I am always on the lookout for cameras and can spot them from a mile away.
9. Thumbs up move (pic 3) - just lame.