Thursday, June 28, 2012

Blogger Being Weird?

Is anyone else having issues with leaving comments? Almost all of the comments I've posted on other blogs over the past week or so have disappeared...

I tried searching the Blogger forums, but the only advice I saw was "make sure third-party cookies are enabled for your browser." Check, no problems there.

I feel so isolated. :)
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Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Wednesday Weigh-In: Halfway There!

I'm down 1.6 pounds this week (which is fanTASTIC for me). That puts me at 166 pounds and a little more than halfway to goal! I'm feeling pretty good about that! One more pound and I plan to take another progress pic. I think I'll do that every ten pounds from here on out to keep me motivated.

I had a dentist appointment this morning to make sure my jaw isn't messed up. They're convinced I grind my teeth at night. I'm convinced I don't. I'm a light sleeper. Pete's a light sleeper. I know what grinding your teeth sounds like and it would wake one of us up. I think I clench my teeth, sure, but I don't grind. We'd know--I'm 100% positive about that. But they're adamant and I do think that the clenching is messing with my jaw and causing tooth pain, so I'll get the mouth guard they recommend. It's hard to swallow, though, at $739--none of which is covered by my insurance. Oh, the joys of being an adult.

Since my dental appointment was near my house and I weigh in at Weight Watchers on Wednesday, I decided to work from home today. I'm not going to lie; it is totally hard to buckle down. And because I spent the morning running around, I'm going to be stuck working late tonight. My plans to visit the batting cages with a friend fell through. I really want to go still, but Pete has to work late and Abbie has plans, so I might not make it. Guess I'll just have to suck at bat at tomorrow's game. At least I won't be sore.

I didn't run today because getting home from the game took FOREVER (the light rail sucks, for the record). We didn't get to bed until 1AM and my appointment was at 8AM.. I might try to run before dinner tonight, if I can. By the way, I tried out a new route yesterday and it was even more brutal than my normal routes. Check out the elevation on this puppy:


I mean, that seems like a lot of hills to me, but maybe I'm just a whiner. It was definitely tough to handle. I'll probably go on it again. Probably tonight. :)
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Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Baseball and my "Plan"

The Great American Game is dominating my evenings this week. Twins game tonight (we're eating dinner beforehand so I don't have to cobble together a meal with crappy stadium food), batting cages tomorrow, and my softball game on Thursday. Yesterday Abbie and I ran to TJ Maxx to buy a cheap Twins shirt because I didn't own one.

It's hard for me to get into watching sports, so I haven't really. I kind of want to, though. I need to find a team I can support whole-heartedly, which means watching most or all games. The Twins would be a good team to support but the baseball season has SO many games, I don't know how people can do it. The Wild would be another good option, but I always find it so hard to keep my eye on the puck. I get so lost--"Why are they all skating to the other end of the rink? Wasn't the puck in that corner?" I like watching basketball, but the Timberwolves are...well, they're the Timberwolves. And Pete doesn't like watching basketball because it always comes down to the last 20 minutes of the game, so watching everything prior seems like a waste. Then there are the Vikings. But, honestly, I've tried and tried and TRIED to watch football but there are SO. many. rules. I can follow along and vaguely know what's going down, but if I'm going to really get into a sport, I want to know exactly what is happening. So...no decision, I guess.

Goooooo Twins!
I could not convince Abbie to buy this, unfortunately.

Back to my week. I'm trying to be very good this week because we were traveling this weekend. I don't think I did too terribly in Duluth. I brought fruits, veggies, and yogurt to help fill me up. At the Pickwick pub I had grilled salmon (ate about 5 oz), green beans, and half a baked potato, and I was conservative in calculating the points for the veggie quesadilla and grilled veggie press I ate (they had melted cheese on them, so I knew they weren't too healthy). So Friday and Saturday I dipped heavily into my weekly and activity points, but Sunday I came under my daily target and yesterday I was very restrained as well. I'm back to salads for lunch (this week with 1 oz fresh mozzarella, yumm!), fruit and a Special K granola bar for my afternoon snack, and the old standbys for dinner. 


I tried a persimmon on Sunday. It tastes about how you'd imagine it would.


I've also been back to running. I hadn't run much the last week and a half thanks to my feet and back and the fact that I was trying do the Shred every day. I realized that the reason I was having so much trouble actually getting up to work out was I just wasn't looking forward to it (Shred every day didn't quite work out). So for now, to keep myself moving, I'm  back to running three miles in the morning (loving it--did them in 32 minutes yesterday!), and I'm thinking about how to work in strength training. For a while I was running two miles, then doing the Shred, but the two-mile runs weren't very rewarding because I couldn't travel very far (about two miles, actually!). I just stuck to a loop in some nearby neighborhoods, yawn. It was easier to miss those workouts.

I need to figure out a schedule where I'm still running a lot, but also getting in the right amount of strength training. Maybe I need to do an "every other day" thing...or do interval runs on the days when I do the Shred. Interval runs could help me raise my pace, so that might be enough motivation for me to get up and do them...

And before I can really settle into a good routine, I really need to get my bike fixed. My lower back is not improving with the running--neither is my foot. I need to replace my running and shredding with some bike rides so I can give those muscles/tendons a breather for a bit.

Ugh, this post is one huge ramble. Sorry about that, yo.
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Monday, June 25, 2012

Duluth


Can I tell you about my Duluth trip? Because it was interesting. We had some really amazing moments and some really terrible moments. It was like a freaking emotional rollercoaster. And I'm afraid it's going to take a long description to do it justice. But you know me, right? I'm long-winded. Still friends?


Friday night we invaded and were told that the Red Cross had booked up every available room, so our options were limited. The room with one king-sized bed we'd reserved ended up being a room with two full-sized beds and there were no refrigerators left. Luckily, we'd packed two huge bags of ice in the cooler we used to transport my "healthy option" foods, and that was enough to keep it cold for the entire trip. We lugged our stuff up to our room, formulated a plan, then headed out to Canal Park.

We walked out to the lighthouse, where an amazing musician was playing guitar and singing what appeared to be original songs. We saw a huge boat come in, then wandered over to Angie's Cantina, where a childhood friend of Pete's was reported to bartend. We sat at the bar and had a few drinks (childhood friend was not working that night), then ordered dinner at the bar. Mine was a veggie quesadilla and a roasted zucchini. Delicious and very filling--I ate about 2/3 of my meal.. We wandered back to our hotel, had a few drinks in the cheesy bar in the basement, and listened to a five-person jazz combo. Then we tried out the scalding hot tub, relocated to the swimming pool, and decided it was too full of shrill little children (at 11:30pm, mind you). We fled the children and hit the hay.

Saturday morning, I woke up feeling great. Loved the chance to sleep in finally! I sprang out of bed, grabbed some water, and then realized that something was wrong. Terribly wrong. I couldn't open my mouth more than a few inches. I tried pushing my mouth open, straining against an unfamiliar tightness, and then suddenly, my jaw started grinding and popping and sprang open. It felt like I had dislocated my jaw--it didn't hurt, but now it was stuck open and the same tightness was preventing me from closing it. I tried pushing my jaw closed, and the same thing happened--grinding, popping, a sudden slip to the side, and my jaw sprang shut. Cue freak out.

I had jaw surgery years ago. They broke my jaw in two places, chiseled away some of the bone, repositioned it, and then bolted it back in place with two pins. So my first thought was that the pin on one side had given out. Pete and I both started to frantically Google my symptoms. It sounded like TMJ, caused, I think, by the insanely uncomfortable bed and doubled up pillows. After watching a few videos about treating TMJ with massage, I started exploring my neck and jaw and realized that the muscles on that side of my neck were SUPER tight. I stretched and rubbed them. I also started slowly moving my jaw as much as I could without making it jump off the tracks. After about half an hour, I could open and close my jaw with only one small pop. (Today I'm calling my dentist and setting up an appointment to talk about TMJ and verify that that's what happened. I haven't had any incidents since Saturday morning.)

After that very freaky incident, I breakfasted on some Greek yogurt and blueberries (brought from home), and then we stepped in to Starbucks (chai tea latte with skim for me). It was raining, but only a little bit, so we wandered down Superior Street, looking at the shops. We visited Rag Stock and the Electric Fetus so we could admire the latest student grunge fashions. On our way back, we saw a sign for an art fair, so we drove out to Park Point and perused the artist tents for a bit. I lusted over some insanely good, but insanely priced watercolor paintings. When we drove back, we saw the bridge rising as we approached. Rather than sit and idle in our car, Pete suggested we park and walk to the canal to watch the ship. We did, and we were rewarded with not one, but TWO ships. Oooh.

Park Point is on this insane peninsula--I would LOVE to live there!

We returned to the main drag for some lunch (grilled vegetable press for me...apparently I went veggie-happy on our trip). After lunch, we took a quick nap in our room, then headed out for dinner. We stopped at the Leif Erickson rose gardens and wandered a bit, taking in the lake views. We dined at the Pickwick. Beautiful views, crazy old interior (and patrons). After dinner, we drove up the hill to take in the amazing views of the harbor, and then returned to our hotel.

As we were pulling in to our hotel parking lot, Pete slammed on the brakes. Our tires screeched and Pete laid on the horn and a split second later we were rammed into by the BACK of another car. I was confused. And then livid. The first words out of my mouth were, "NOOO!! &@$^%%*@!!@#*&!" Some A-hole had missed the turn into the parking lot and decided that the best course of action would be to throw his car into reverse and book it back up the hill. Without looking. So when Pete turned onto the one-way street, focusing on making sure no cars were coming FORWARD from the right, he missed the car speeding backwards. Pete did actually see him at the last minute and stopped, but not soon enough to alert the guy, who just kept coming.

How it all went down

Devastated, we pulled over and assessed the damage. Absolutely NOTHING wrong with this guy's RENTAL car, but the front driver's side corner of our car was all dented. Pete couldn't even open his door at first until he pulled the fender back out, and the paint on the door ended up chipped. Pete was very gracious about the matter, but I chose to keep my distance and give the guy and his passenger dirty looks. At least he was very apologetic and hard on himself. They called the cops so they could get a report and he told the truth--"I missed my turn, drove in reverse without looking, and hit him."

Here's the sad thing. The guy worked for the Red Cross, so they had arranged for the rental car and the insurance. So we've filed the claim with his insurance company, but the agent Pete talked to asked for Pete's policy number and our agent's phone number. And as I understand it, since Minnesota is a no-fault state, if their insurance company wants to they could make our insurance company cover the damage. And if they do, our rates will go up. And this guy won't even be touched. AND if we do get his insurance company to pay for the damage, they could stop at 80%, which means we have to pay the last 20% out of pocket. This is all news to me--I've never been in an accident and had to deal with this kind of insurance crap before. Thank goodness Pete was driving. He has to be the adult in this incident and sort it all out. Sucker.

So after screwing around in front of the hotel for FOREVER (and being gawked at by the locals who thought this was the greatest thing ever to happen, AND being gawked at by the guy's Red Cross buddies who rushed out in full Red Cross regalia to make sure they weren't needed), we headed back up to our room and Pete got on the horn with the insurance company. We were pretty low.

After stewing for a few minutes and generally feeling sorry for ourselves, we decided to try to end the night on a happy note. We dragged ourselves up to the revolving restaurant at the top of our hotel and took a couch near one of the windows. As the outer ring of the restaurant spun, we were brought past a very talented jazz trio that was playing. And that trio would end up saving our Saturday.

Our waiter was attentive, the views were amazing, and we sat cozied up on the couch chatting. We split a chocolate trifle dessert. I didn't feel guilty--it was our vacation, and we didn't finish it. And it was GOOD. About an hour before close, we'd spun full-circle and came to a stop directly in front of the trio. We got to watch them up close and it was SO fun. They were amazing! After their last song, they came over and sat with us and had some drinks. Each of them taught music in the Duluth area--the guitarist (my favorite, I think) was the head of the music department at UMD. We talked about the jazz scene and our days in band and families and life. Then Pete settled up with our waiter and we floated on down to our room. BEST. NIGHT. EVER! We are so getting a group to visit again some Saturday. The bassist gave us his card and told us to look him up if we're ever back in the area so we can come see him play again!

Sunday we woke up and I finished off my blueberries and yogurt. Then we wandered down to Canal Park. Pete bought a sandwich from the deli there--Amazing Grace cafe--and I enjoyed a cup of their hazelnut coffee. It was lukewarm, but sooo delicious. We wandered into some shops and bought a mug (because you have to buy at least one thing on vacation). Then we made our way back to the hotel and drove home. The reunion with Cosmo was sweet--he was SO excited to see us. We took it easy last night and both were very glad to be home!

Some pics of the trip.  I actually got more, but they're on the SD card of my camera, so these iPhone pics will have to do for now...







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Thursday, June 21, 2012

WORTHLESS in the Morning!


I realized that I forgot to post my weigh-in results yesterday. Must have been too distracted by my adorable dog! I lost .4 pounds. It's something, so I'll take it--especially considering all the drinking I did on Saturday! I have a feeling that's going to catch up with me next week. Well, that and the fact that I keep missing workouts.

I cannot seem to rouse myself in the mornings this week. I've missed 4 early morning workouts in a row. I made them up at least. Monday night I did the Shred, Tuesday night I played tennis with my sister-in-law--not quite as intense as my normal workouts, but I still ended up with sore shoulders and covered in sweat. Last night my tendinitis was in a flare and my lower back was screaming (from bending over a table at work for an hour during a "Feed my Starving Children" packing session), so I tried out a yoga/pilates video on Netflix. I usually like my workouts more frenetic, but I really liked this video! It was weird; I got nice and sweaty and my heart rate was a little elevated, but I wasn't out of breath or anything. Odd sensation. It's definitely going to go into my rotation of workouts and I'm glad to have found something I can do when I'm injured.

(Speaking of which, Pete was going to fix my bike last night but he realized we need an air compressor. That, and it was raining last night, which would make riding the bike to test it out a little difficult. He says my derailleur needs to be fixed. I'm hoping we can do that next week so I can start biking some days.)

And then this morning my alarm clock went off at 6am and I didn't move. I don't know what my problem was; I knew that I hadn't left any wiggle room for time and that I'd have to get right into my run in order to fit it in. Tonight I have a softball game and that will have to count for today's workout. So lame. I'm determined to get in a morning run tomorrow. It should be easier to fit it in because I'll be working from home in the morning. Then, Pete and I are taking off the afternoon so we can drive to Duluth for our planned getaway.

Yeah, Duluth. You know, this city.

Really hoping it dries out before Friday because Pete and I got our hotel room rate on a prepay-no-refunds-given basis. Accounts of the flood vary. According to the news and my coworker (who went to school there), the whole city is devastated. According to Pete's coworker (who grew up in Duluth), the zoo floods all the time and the downtown area is just fine. She says that only neighborhoods and surrounding counties were severely affected and that 8.4 inches of rain is nothing. Fingers crossed!
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Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Look at Him Grow!

Oh my goodness, Cosmo is getting so big! I took some pictures of him last night that reminded me of a photo shoot I did with him a while back. Just for kicks, I decided to compare some of the pictures. What a change!

Here he is about 8 weeks old...


And now...




Isn't that insane? And check this out. Then...


And now...




Then...


And now...



Then...


And now...



OK, he may not be a little ball of fuzz anymore, but he's still a good-looking dog! Here's the rest of last night's shots... 



 



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Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Tendinitis


So I think I have tendinitis in my foot. I've mentioned a few times that when I run, I experience a little pain on the outside of my left foot. The other day (Sunday), my foot was really hurting and at one point I felt the need to stretch my toes, so I pushed them back and -- Lo! The pain went away! That night, I asked Pete if he would give me a foot massage. Because he's the best, he said yes, of course. He started massaging the part that hurt and it was soo sensitive! I mentioned that the pain might be due to my toes and he started bending them back and stretching them. Then he started massaging the outside of my foot again, and it didn't hurt at all. AHA!

Here's a diagram of where I'm experiencing the foot pain. I ripped this image from this website (attribution will save me from litigation, right?) and drew the circles.




Pete ran into a spot of tendinitis a few months back, so he knew what to do. Last night, he helped me stretch out my toes. He actually isolated the tendons leading to my fourth toe and my pinky toe by stretching them and pushing on the bottom of my feet, and he helped me to feel each one as it moved and identify them both as the source of my pain. Then he insisted we ice my foot, even though I complained every five minutes ("Peeeeete. It's too cooooooold.") Then, when we went to bed, he heated up a warming pad and wrapped it around my foot. He's on a mission to have me back to normal by our trip to Duluth this Friday.

I've read a bit about this problem, and it seems like the best thing to do is to hold off on running until it's better. I could do the Shred instead, but there's a lot of jumping involved, so I always feel like I've worked my toes just as much. A lot of the people talking about tendinitis on the interwebs said runners should try swimming while they're healing, but I don't have access to a good lap pool...or any pool, for that matter. I've been toying with the idea of biking. We'd need to tune up my bike, though. And I'm sure that will be tons o' fun with all the hills around my area...

Anyone have any ideas for how I can get a workout in without stressing my foot? Oh, heck. I'll probably end up biking. Maybe.

Recap of my recent workouts:
  • Saturday: Walking warm-up for about 3 minutes, sprinting home when it started pouring. Abandoned my plans to run and did the Shred instead.
  • Sunday: Ran 2.93 miles -- could have sworn that route would be longer, but apparently I need to add in another loop somewhere.
  • Monday: Bumped up to level 2 in the Shred. 
  • Tuesday: Woke up at 4 AM because HOLY STORMS, BATMAN. Did NOT wake up again at 5:30 AM to run as planned (probably for the best, considering my foot). Hoping to do the Shred later tonight, in between logging extra hours for work so I can take off Friday afternoon. 

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Monday, June 18, 2012

My Second Boat Party this Year

At this moment, my favorite item of clothing is hands down a pair of gray twill shorts I bought last week. I absolutely love them. And that's a huge milestone for me, because I don't think I've felt comfortable in a pair of shorts since I was 15. I forced myself to wear some when I was a camp counselor because needs must, but I hated the way I looked in them. Outside of camp, I stuck to capris on exceptionally hot days and jeans whenever I could get away with it. Last year I bought a pair of white bermudas (size 18!) that I really liked, but they were almost as long as a pair of capris.

These babies? They're short. Not hootchie short, obviously, but short. And I love the way I look in them. My legs aren't perfect--too much fat around my knees for my liking--but I'm finally excited to show them off. So Saturday morning, after doing the Shred, I put them on with a blue and white striped shirt and some cute bejeweled flip flops.

The first event of the day was our first book club meeting. I served build-your-own fruit pizzas and coffee. The fruit pizzas were sugar cookies, whipped nonfat cream cheese with Splenda, and sliced fruit. They went over very well. I don't think most people realize how much women appreciate healthy options. Everyone always opts for chocolate and melted cheese when they host, and that stuff can be delicious, it's true, but guilty snacking never made a party more fun. For me, at least. :)

The book club meeting was fun, even though I never could force myself to finish the book. We had some great discussion! I got a few compliments on how I look, which felt nice, but I'm still not great at handling those situations. After everyone left, I cleaned up as quickly as possible, and then Pete's dad picked us up to drive us out to Minnetonka for my brother-in-law's boating birthday party. The rain let up just as we were arriving to the dock and the sun came out for our cruise. Perfection!





For the most part, I sat stretched out on the back of the boat, letting my (bare) legs get some sun. I felt amazing. I wasn't the least bit self-conscious about how I looked, I felt completely at-ease with the group even though I didn't know half of them, and I let loose a bit. I definitely went over my points for the week. I let myself indulge in mixed drinks and beer because I'm young and I'm childless and I wanted to get drunk on the boat with everyone else. So I did, and I don't regret it.



Halfway through the trip, we docked at Lord Fletchers so we could get drinks and appetizers on their massive deck. Pete and I ordered mojitos and split a basket of coconut shrimp. Delicious, all of it! Then, back on the boat we went, where things started to get sloppy. Lots of spilled alcohol and chips, lots of falling over and urinating off the back of the boat (none of this can be attributed to me, by the way). The party ended exactly when it needed to and it was nice to leave with our carload of (comparatively) sober people while those who'd imbibed a bit more stumbled home.



At the party were two of Pete's friends who haven't always been the biggest fans of mine. One of them has always been pretty nice to my face, but never hid very well his disdain for my appearance, and I'd been in a bit of a stand-off with the other one until very recently. Both of them have changed their attitudes toward me since I've started losing weight. I'm not sure whether this can be attributed to size-ism, or if I'm just more at-ease around them with a better self image. Here's an example: 


The one I've gotten along well with for the most part helped out when I was moving in with Pete.

I remember dropping something on the way in the door during the move and bending down to pick it up, not realizing he was walking behind me. And I remember him uttering, "Ew!" in disgust at the sight of my derriere. That's the kind of person he is--rude. (He's a childhood friend of Pete's--they were thrown together because their parents are friends, so it's not like they have a lot in common.) While on the boat Saturday, this guy kept talking about how he wanted to smack my butt. Also rude, and awkward, and weird, but a huge contrast to the previous reaction my back end received from him. So there you go; drop the weight and you'll get harassed by your husband's obnoxious friends. What are you waiting for? :)

Speaking of the benefits of weight-loss, I found a really great thread on the "three fat chicks" website where people discuss how they feel now that they've hit their goal weights. I think this thread is FASCINATING. And so motivating! It can be hard to eat healthy, and depressing to track your food, and tiring to exercise, but it is all worth it, and I'm reminded of that when I get to show off my smaller legs in a really cute pair of shorts and see how differently I'm treated by the judgmental jerks who used to think of me as nothing. If you ever need motivation, just focus on your wins. And if you don't have any yet, you can borrow some of them from the thread. My favorites are:


It feels amazing.  I'd never been a normal weight and had no idea I could feel as good as I do. It was like taking off a 122-pound backpack and walking away. Now I feel like I'm walking on clouds or with springs on my feet. Even after all these years of maintenance, I'm still astonished at what this body is capable of doing. Pullups! Pushups! Sliding through narrow little spaces! Energy! Wearing clothes I never dreamed of fitting in!
I used to think that how I *look* would motivate me to stay at goal. In reality, it's how good I *feel*. There isn't any food in the world worth trading this feeling for.
I truly believe that if someone who is overweight could trade bodies with me for 24 hours and experience what it feels like to be fit and healthy, nothing in the world would stop them from losing the weight. So many of us have no idea how good it's possible to feel because we've settled for mediocre and making do for too long.
In the end, all I can say is that it's better than any of us could ever imagine. Be prepared for the best surprise of your life!

I've said/thought this SO many times. If I'd only known it was THIS fabulous I would have done it sooner. I knew it would feel marvelous, but honestly, I hadn't a clue it would be this overwhelming, stupendous, incredulous over the top PHENOMENAL. Every single day is like living in a fairly tale. I get to wear all these gorgeous outfits, I get to walk around full of energy, bouncing around, light on my feet, like walking on a cloud. No paranoia about who's walking behind me and staring at my enormous backside. No paranoia about taking up more then my fair share of space in the world.
I'm just going to copy and paste this from a post I wrote this morning:
"I wonder if it could be a case of you just don't know what you're missing.I knew being slim would be wonderful, but I hadn't a clue it would be THIS wonderful. Because it's surpassed any expectations I ever had. I never realized that it would encompass each and every aspect of my life. Going to the bank is easier and more enjoyable, as is doing all errands, going shopping, cleaning the house, doing the bills, going to the dentist, getting dressed, doing the laundry. You name it - it's more enjoyable - and easier."
Oh and about the hipbones, I've bruised mine many times walking into the counters. My butt hurts from many chairs because there's just not enough padding. It's okay, I'll take it!!!

I remember my first 10 mile hike. I actually floated along the trails. I had tears in my eyes as I climbed the hills without stopping to "pretend" to admire the scenery when I was really trying to get my breath and keep from passing out. It was a very emotional experience for me. Something I wouldn't trade for ANYTHING!
I feel giddy when I go shopping, I can buy all the REALLY good bargains that don't fit other people. I can try on 10 things and choose the one I like the BEST (and I like all of them) instead of buying the one thing I don't HATE.
I feel ecstatic when my husband wraps his arms around me and the bends down and picks me up and carries me.
I feel grateful and blessed every time I pass by a mirror - it still amazes me when I see the person staring back. Is that really me?
I feel happy when I walk into a room and know that I look and feel my best. I'm not looking around to see if I'm the biggest person in the room, I'm working the room and enjoying being social and carefree and having fun with everyone there.
I feel relieved when I walk into a restaurant and the waitress sits us in that little odd-shaped booth in the corner - where the table is oh-so-close to the seat - and I slide in easily, with almost too much room to spare.
I feel cocky when I walk down the aisle on an airplane an I see the smile of my seatmate - that a "little" person will be next to them. UNLIKE the look of horror I am used to experiencing.
I feel a huge sense of accomplishment when I go places with my children. I can participate fully in the experience. Instead of sitting and watching, or waiting at the top/bottom, or taking pictures of everyone else having fun.
I feel like a purring kitten when I eat one piece of dark chocolate - slowly. Savoring the experience. And I really do not want any more.
I feel like crying, I'm so overcome with emotion when I realize that the best years are yet to be, that I can/will enjoy them to the fullest - spending quality time with those I love.
As Meg said so well, I may look different, and that is great. But how I feel is the real pot of gold at the end of this weight-loss rainbow 


DH and I went away with some friends last weekend. Time after time I was mentioned as being the "small one" of the bunch. When pressed for space, it was, "let Robin sit there, since she's the smallest." I was buying sunglasses, I asked for opinions, one of the ladies said, "yeah take those, they don't overwhelm your tiny face." And I am taken aback. Are they really talking about me? ME???? I get all choked up, but have to hold it in. They can't possibly realize what they just said to me and how much it means.
During that weekend, I finally let my DH pick me up. He's been dying to. He just swooped me up. And I cried.
Shopping, ooh that's just beyond belief. It's really hard to choose now when, like CountingDown said, every single outfit looks - fantastic. I no longer have to settle for the one that looks the LEAST awful. Could be why I've amassed such a huge collection of clothing.


For me, a lot of it is about NOT feeling self-conscious. Sometimes I have to get up and speak in front of people for my job and now I always notice the absence of the worries I used to have about what people were thinking about me. Were they thinking "Look how fat this woman is. She must be stupid and lazy." Were they looking at my clothes and thinking I was too big to wear what I'm wearing or that my belly rolls were showing through my shirts? Were they dismissing everything I said because I was fat?
Now I don't think about what I look like when I get up in front of people *at all* and I can focus on what I'm saying and connecting with the audience. It's really amazing.
Shopping with friends is a great feeling too. I have always loved shopping- even when I was relegated to The Avenue and Lane Bryant. Now, I can finally go shopping with my girlfriends and try things on and come out and show it to them and have them say "Ooooh, that looks great!" And I can do the same for them. I love this and I feel like I missed out on it for all my life until now.
I really do look in the mirror and love what I see. I'm not perfect- I have cellulite and stretch marks. But I feel like I'm average. Nobody is going to look at me and think anything about my weight. I feel like they can finally just see me as a person and not a fat suit.
I concur with the hip bones and ribs and other knobby bones I never knew I had, they're fascinating. Collarbones especially. And shoulder muscles! How cool is that. When I was fat, I could lay on my back in bed, lace my fingers on my belly, let my arms hang down and my elbows wouldn't be resting on the bed because my belly was so big. Now, I can rest my elbows on the bed and lace my fingers together and it makes a big arch over my body into which I could fit another me! It's really crazy. Also, I can't stop looking at myself in mirrors. Some people might think it's vain, but I don't care. I've worked damned hard for this and I'm going to enjoy it and let it really sink in!
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Friday, June 15, 2012

Feh Feh Friday


Feh. That's how I feel about working today. I'm so over it. I just want my weekend to begin.

In case you were wondering.

Hey, guess what! I found new blogs for inspiration!

  • Ben Does Life - Check out this guy. He went from fat and depressed to a running rock star/motivational speaker
  • Runs For Cookies - She lost 120 pounds in a year!


OK, so yesterday my sister alerted me to the fact that I never shared how Cosmo's graduation from puppy kindergarten went. Well! Let's rectify that, shall we?

Cosmo did really well, much to the relief of his parents! When we got there, they had us take a few practice spins around an obstacle course. We ripped through it because Cosmo, the puppy who wouldn't walk around more than 30% of our basement when we first got him, is now fearless. While other puppies had to be coaxed onto scary see-saws and steps, and into traumatizing tunnels and tents, our puppy ripped through them without so much as batting a red eyelash.

After some practice, they had us each take a turn around the course. If it had been a timed run, Cosmo would have blown the other dogs out of the water. At the end of the course, we were supposed to send him down a long tunnel to the waiting trainer, who would distract the puppy while the owner went and hid behind a giant obstacle. Then, you were supposed to call your puppy until he found you. The test was to see if he'd come when called. Pete and I got behind the obstacle and started shouting like goons: "Cosmo! COME! Come'ere CosmOOO! Come'ere Boy! COSMO!" It seemed to take forever, but eventually Cosmo bounded up to us. I think he must have taken a few moments to sniff around, though, because after we started calling him, the trainer said, "Call louder!"

After that, we had a sit-down relay race. We split into two teams. Each puppy on the team was to be run down to a marker, then we were allowed one command for sit and one command for down. If the puppy didn't sit when you commanded him once, back to the line you went. If the puppy sat but didn't lie down with one command, back to the line. If you gave the command more than once, back to the line. If you gave the command and then gave a hand gesture after, that was a double command and you went back to the line...and yes, the trainer insisted on going over every possible behavior that would send you back to the line--I've only listed a fraction here. Pete was DYING of impatience.

Anyway. :) Cosmo hit "sit" and "down" immediately. Our team whooped ass!

After that, each dog got a basted bone and a "diploma." Cosmo, who now looks like a second grader with his missing teeth, was the last to finish eating his bone. Another dog with a distracted owner tried to steal a piece of his bone and Cosmo barked another scary bark we only hear when he's defending his food. He caused every other puppy to jump with surprise. That's our boy!

Now that puppy kindergarten is done, I'm toying with the idea of true obedience classes, but Pete is fully against it. We probably won't (too expensive and time-consuming), but I can't help feeling like we should. What do you think? Are they worth it?
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Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Wednesday Weigh-In: Apples and Pears


My weight was 168.8 lbs today. Increments, baby!

I'm starting to try to think of things I can do to speed this up. I mean, I stay within my points and exercise, but maybe I can take a look at the foods I'm eating and try to raise the quality. I think the biggest weaknesses in my diet would be dinners, which often include (modest portions of) rice, pasta, or bread, and dining out, which is so hard to control. Seems like we've been eating away from home a lot, which is typically the case in the summer. For example, this weekend, we've been invited to a get-together happy hour, three grad parties, a birthday party on a boat, and a Father's Day dinner with Pete's family. I'm also hosting a book club, but I have complete control over the fare served for that, so I'm not sweating it. I'm excited for all of these events (save for the grad parties, in all honesty), but I'm definitely going to have to be smart and work hard to make good choices.

OK, so I did get the results to my health screening this weekend, and overall I did pretty well. There were two areas that need improvement, but I think one was measured incorrectly. Don't roll your eyes; I'll explain it later.

Want to see the gritty numbers?



OK, so my waist is too big. No huge surprise there. But this information they provide about the "apple shape" sent me on a brief Internet hunt for information that ended up kind of frustrating me. I guess I could consider myself apple shaped, although to be honest, I haven't really measured the ratio of my waist to my hips. Apparently, that would put me at higher risk for health issues than a pear-shaped gal. Here's the most succinct explanation I could find.

But I still wonder: How does the body shape happen? Is it lifestyle, or just genetic makeup? According to one site, the apple shape is associated with insulin resistance and usually seen on people who metabolize insulin poorly. Is that the same thing as your regular metabolism? Because my metabolism sucks, that I already knew. But could my body be messed up when it comes to insulin? And what does that mean in terms of diabetes? My dad had juvenile diabetes, but his onset occurred at age 33, so I feel like I've got that waiting for me in the wings if I'm not careful. Is an apple shape cause for concern? Do I need to cut out all sugar from my diet?

Anyway, there's a lot information out there and after clicking around I finally decided that I didn't want to waste too much time on this. Actually, Pete was sitting there telling me to let it go, otherwise I probably would have kept searching, so it's still kind of nagging at the back of my mind. I guess I just keep on doing what I've been doing and hope that I can slough off some of that fat around my midsection.

OK, moving on...

As for my heart blood tests, I did very well. Triglycerides, total cholesterol, HDL cholesterol, LDL-Cholesterol, CHOL to HDLC ratio (total to HDL ratio) were all within the normal ranges. My glucose level was smack in the healthy range as well.

My blood pressure, however, threw an alert. 124/82. But, I'm sorry, that measurement had to be wrong. I seem to get my blood pressure checked ALL the time. It's always about 112/62, sometimes 110/60, usually in that range. I give platelets and they check it every time. I've also had plenty of doctor's visits in the past year and I pay close attention to that measurement. Just the weekend prior to this test, Pete and I were screwing around on of those free blood pressure measuring machines and my numbers were something like 120/70. I told Pete it must be calibrated wrong because my measurement is always lower than that.

Maybe my blood pressure varies more than I would think or something. Maybe being dehydrated had an affect on it. Or being worried about whether she was going to have to dig in my arm to find a vein had my heart pumping. Either way, I just can't imagine that number, so drastically different from my normal measurement, is right. And if it was right, I can't imagine there's much more I can do to fix it. So I'm going to blow it off and keep working out as usual. Look at me, all cavalier.
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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Back At It


Finally! Two great workouts! I felt like I hadn't taxed my body in forever (really, just since Thursday). Luckily, I was able to fit in the Shred last night after work. I really wanted to run, too, but I just didn't have time because we had to go to my mom's house to move furniture up from the basement. Abbie came over to eat dinner with us, which was fun. I had her pick up some extra spinach, frozen fruit, and juice on her way so we could make smoothies to take to my mom's. Mom was bribing everyone with pizza and I knew we'd need something to take our minds off of that temptation. For that reason, I asked Pete to make us dinner (omelet with asparagus, spinach, tomatoes, and cheese). Then we packed up Cosmo and headed over to Apple Valley.

We met Pete's friend, Andy, at Mom's place. What a crazy sight to see the basement. Carpet torn up, walls knocked in...but you know what? The leak was really a blessing in disguise. Mom can redo the basement on the insurance company's dime (although she'll have to foot some of the bill). It's worth it just to get some of those crap pipes replaced.

We managed to move the furniture fairly quickly. I felt like such a wimp because I just couldn't take too much with my screwed up back. It was fine if it was an easy shape to carry, but the more cumbersome (bigger) items were impossible. I'm so ready to get back to normal. After we moved, Mom busted out the pizza. The smoothies almost worked. I had one bread stick, 5 points. Really, I did very well on the plan yesterday. I only used two of my weekly/activity points, above my daily target.

This morning I got up early and did walking/running intervals with Cosmo. Oh, he was in rare form. He absolutely REFUSED to run at first. And then, after a while, he decided to just collapse on his side in the grass. I dragged that protesting puppy by his neck for a few feet (I know, I know, animal cruelty) before getting fed up and pulling him back onto the concrete sidewalk. That brought him to his feet. Eventually I got him trotting, and then running. Jerk.

After our walk, I set him up outside with his food (he immediately went to the side of the house so he could get his leash hung up and strand himself there) while I did the Shred. I'm so close to bumping up to level 2, but I want to be able to get through all of the strength training reps with NO rests before I do that. The first circuit kills me because my triceps are so freaking weak, so I'm still missing one or two push-ups and a handful of shoulder presses.

Tonight is Cosmo's last day of Puppy Kindergarten and I'm nervous. There's going to be a little test, and I really hope he comes to us when we call him. Last week we tried that and I was the ONLY person in the entire class (Pete included) who couldn't get their dog to come to them. He took a few steps, then got distracted and went to visit another dog. We've tried practicing with him, but who knows if it stuck? To help my chances, Pete is going to pick up extra tasty treats for us to use with him and we're not going to feed him his full dinner before class. I hope he doesn't shame me. :)
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Monday, June 11, 2012

Weekend Recap


Did everyone enjoy their weekend? Pete and I did. We slept in, waking up when rolling over no longer worked. We wore flip flops or went barefoot. We had two meals on restaurant patios, smiling lazily at each other behind sunglasses. We played with the puppy in the backyard and took walks around the neighborhoods.

Saturday, after fretting about how best to enjoy the weather, we wound up at Captain Jack's. Somehow we scored a highly coveted spot in the tiny parking lot, then a table in the shade. We watched boats pull up to the dock and deposit groups of the tanned well-to-do, who stumbled up to the restaurant for burgers and beer. We talked about our upcoming Duluth trip and realized that, aside from scenic drives, a zoo, a tower, and some lighthouses, there aren't many attractions offered. Then we decided that we're fine with a weekend docket that consists solely of: wake up, walk around the pier, visit shops, and eat. Just before we payed and left, I watched a mom lift her daughter onto one of the swings hanging at the bar. I smiled when the girl kicked off from the bar and swung a few feet back, because I'd been wanting to do that since we got there. What's the point of sitting on a swing if you're not going to use it?

Saturday night we went to a friend's house and swam in his pool. It was fun, but colder than we expected. Pete and I came to the conclusion that a pool just isn't that fun unless you A) are a kid, B) have a kid. Not that we regretted anything about that night. Well, OK. One regret: In a fit of pride, I decided to show everyone how good I am at diving. I haven't dived in lord-knows-how-long, so I probably shouldn't have been too surprised when I over arched my back and ended up hurting myself. Feels like I bruised my lower spine, if that's possible.

Add that to my already wrecked muscles from Thursday's double-header, and you know what that meant: I didn't work out this weekend. I ran for 20 minutes on Saturday. And we walked the dog.

Yesterday we enjoyed coffee, tea, and lemon pound cake with my mom and Aunt Kathy. It was Cosmo's first time meeting Kathy and he absolutely loved her. The Skittish One actually threw himself onto her feet and nuzzled into her knees. We caught up on family business, Mom told me about her flooded basement and the amazing deal my dad's friend scored for her with the insurance company, and I complained about my job a lot. Eventually, they had to leave, and as the door shut, Cosmo ran up to it with his ball in his mouth and an expression on his face that said, "But you just got here!"

Pete and I capped off Sunday with a little work, some practice catching pop-fly balls (him throwing, me catching), a Caprese salad (spinach stepping in for Basil), and way too many episodes of the Jersey Shore. Then we got to bed sort of on-time, so I could wake up early and get back into working out this morning. I was so looking forward to a good sweat fest, but when I woke up at 6:38am, I realized my 5:30am alarm never went off. Alarm clocks are complicated.

Hopefully I can get some running and strength training in tonight before we go over to my mom's to help move furniture out of the basement. I might just have to show up sweaty and stinky. Who do I gotta impress? :)

Here's the doggie:




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Friday, June 8, 2012

Double-Header Dehydrated


This morning I had a wellness screening scheduled at work. We get $200 towards our HSA from the company for doing it, but I would have signed up anyway because I'm so curious to see how I'm doing health-wise. The lady I got was very friendly, and we chatted the entire time she was taking my blood pressure and measuring my waist. But when it came time for her to take some blood, she got a little grumpy.

Her: Try squeezing and unsqueezing your hand. Do you normally have problems giving blood?
Me: No? I give platelets. I usually don't have too many issues.
Her: Well, this arm just is not working. Let's try the other.
Her: (exasperated) THIS arm is almost worse. Did you drink any water today?
Me: Oh...not really. I kind of woke up late and rushed here.
Her: Well. That's why. You HAVE to drink your water. This vein is just not popping up. Put your arm down.
Me: Yeah, I think I'm probably a little dehydrated. I had to play a double-header for my softball league last night and didn't have any water with me.
Her: Nope, you NEED to drink that water. Bring your arm up. Make a fist. Well. I'm going to have to do this without gloves. I don't like to, but I just can't feel your vein. I'm going to use Purell.
Me: Yeah, that makes sense (really wanting to say: Please don't dig around for my vein! OHMYGOSHTHISISGOINGTOHURT!)

She got the vein on the first try, thank GOODNESS. I was so relieved. I mean, I was really dehydrated, yo. Here's what I didn't tell her...

I showed up for the first softball game right after work and it was 82 degrees out. I warmed up by playing catch and my friend helped me practice using proper form to throw (the way I learned is all wrong, which is why my right shoulder is all messed up). Then we launched into the game. I was relegated to right outfield, which sucked. I'm going to have to work on getting in-field, but I have a feeling I'll need to put in my time for that. My field game wasn't very good, but when it came time to bat, I rocked it!

The first game I got quite a few hits and was even able to run home once. After I came back from my first hit, I was parched. I went over to our cooler and grabbed a Coors Light. It was so refreshing (well, it was wet). And the game progressed. I'd usually get a hit, sprint to first, run from base to base until our third out, then run back to the sidelines, take a swig of beer, grab my mitt, and run back to the outfield. By the end of the game, I was THIRSTY, but we had to grab our stuff and walk across the athletic park to a field on the opposite side for our next game.

Pete met me in the parking lot with Jimmy Johns and a Cosmo (yay!). The good thing about playing night sports is you need to keep your dinner light. I ate 2/3s of my sandwich and half the bag of Jimmy chips. And I drank a ton of the Diet Coke.

Guess what? In addition to beer, Diet Coke makes you dehydrated, too. Pete and I thought it would be because of the sodium content, but a little plinking around on the Google this morning taught me that it's the caffeine. It prevents your body from sending a signal to your kidneys to conserve water, so you end up losing it all.

The second game was TOUGH. I didn't start out very strong at bat, but eventually I hit my stride. No runs, though. Never got past second base before we were out. And playing outfield SUCKED. Their team had some amazing hitters who all knew exactly how to direct the ball. And they loooved directing it to right field. They had me and the mid-right fielder running all over the place. I was covered in sweat.

Showering when we got home felt sooo good, but it was getting late, so I only fit in one glass of water. And that brings me to this morning. But now that I've finished my mug of coffee (more caffeine), I'm ready to pound the water.

Oh, before I wrap this up, I thought I'd share a tip for those baked cheese balls: Freeze the string cheese sticks before you make this recipe. Otherwise, they'll melt in the oven and become puddles. Also, here's the points breakdown:

  • 2 string cheese sticks (I used 4 and Pete and I split them down the middle, so I counted 2 for myself.): 3
  • 1 Tbsp 2% milk: 0
  • 2 Tbsp bread crumbs: 2 
  • Cooking spray: 0
  • 2 Tbsp pizza sauce: 0


OK, that's it for me! Happy Friday, everyone!
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Thursday, June 7, 2012

Bad Day Leads to Snacking


So since my work day was so catastrophic yesterday, Pete and I took it easy last night. Instead of cooking dinner, we decided to snack. Think you can't snack on the plan? Think again.

We started with a recipe that I got from Pinterest. I'm sure you've seen it: baked cheese balls. Then I had an english muffin with peanut butter. Because I love peanut butter. And then later in the night, I treated myself to a Green Monster smoothie.

And the points?
Baked cheese balls: 5
Peanut butter english muffin: 7
Smoothie: 3

15 points. See? Not terrible. Especially considering I earned 8 activity points with my double morning workout.

One note about the smoothie: I don't count points the same way Weight Watchers does when it comes to smoothies. If you enter all ingredients into the recipe builder, the points come out to 7. That's because all nutritional information (fat, carbs, fiber, protein) is totaled before the tool does the points equation. So basically, Weight Watchers lets you count fruit and vegetables as free, but doesn't count them as free in the recipe. Here's why:

Thank you for contacting us with your inquiry regarding points plus™ values in recipes. Most vegetables and all fruits are zero points but they still have calories. As part of this program we "deemed" them to be zero points. If you fed their nutritional information into a points plus calculator, it would often come up withpoints plus™ values. We did this "deeming" because we want you to eat fruits and vegetables.
However it has always been our policy at Weight Watchers to incorporate the nutrients of vegetables (and now fruit) into recipes and the Recipe Builder. Why? A few reasons:

1) Our recipes are often featured in articles and magazines nationally and as a result we need to disclose this info to ensure the appropriate calories and nutrient content are displayed if evaluated by organizations outside of Weight Watchers. We use the Recipe Builder to calculate our recipes.

2) Since many non-Weight Watchers recipes include nutritional information these days, we want our calculations to match those you may do for recipes you find in other places. We don’t want to unfairly advantage our own recipes. And we don't want your recipes to look out of whack either.

3) Once you start combining vegetables and fruits with other foods, you change the experience of eating them. Few people go crazy on plain carrots but might on carrot cake. To ignore them in recipes would place our member at risk for abuse potential. There is an adjustment made in the Daily Target for eating fruits and vegetables with a points plus™ value of 0. This adjustment was based on eating the foods in their “natural and singular” state which did not include use in recipes.

While we establish all these rules and algorithms for our program and our site, with weight loss there is always something a little "squishy." Sometimes you need to make the best call on how you're going to interpret the rules. And no computer program can do that for you.

The way I see it, I signed up for a plan with free fruits and veggies. Maybe one day I'll switch to calorie counting, but until then, I'm using points plus. And if I were to eat all of these ingredients separately, they'd end up just as mixed in my stomach as they do if I blend them together before eating them. So why count the points differently? My Magic Bullet does not add calories. But that's just my choice.

Anyway, last night was a lot of fun. We played with Cosmo, snacked, and watched like three episodes of the Jersey Shore (Italy season). And I got to knit! I finished a pair of mittens I've been working on for FOREVER, and started on my next project: making Christmas stockings for myself and my boys. I love just hanging out withe Pete. I can't see how I'd ever get sick of it.

Also, he's started giving me piggy back rides randomly around the house. He says it's a great way to build strength. Hey, jerk, is that a fat joke? ;) I let him because, well, piggy backs are fun. And it's kind of a good way to build strength in my arms. I have to hold on tight so I don't slip because Pete's a boy and boys don't have hips. Makes me think back to all those piggy backs I gave my campers when I was a counselor. I definitely had hips to spare. Boy, they had it good.

Lastly, a recap of my morning workout...

Morning run: 
Distance: 2 miles
overall pace: 10:16
First mile: I can't remember exactly, but it was a little over 9:00
Second mile: Can't remember, but probably a little over 11:00

The Shred, level 1
Getting better at push-ups, struggling with lateral raises and overhead presses. I can do them, but have to take brief rests during a few of the reps occassionally.

Points earned: 8
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Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Wednesday Weigh-In!

Oh my GOSH, I am having such a frustrating day at work. That's all I'm gonna say.

OK, moving on. My weigh-in today wasn't great. Up .4 pounds, so I'm at 169.6. It's not fun, but not terrible. I really had to pee during the meeting (that's right, I'm talking about it!), so I think that might have contributed. I'm probably right where I was last week. And that's fine. I just hope I can make some ground this week.

This weekend I started up the 30 Day Shred. So far I really like it! It follows a 3-2-1 method: 3 circuits of 3 minutes of strength training, 2 minutes of cardio, 1 minute of abs. Combined, they amount to 20 minutes of an intense workout. I always sweat like crazy through each, and I find the strength training very hard. How did I let my triceps get so weak?

There are three levels to the video and I'm supposed to jump to level 2 when I feel comfortable. I'm going to wait until I can get through the entire strength training piece with absolutely no rests (I only rest for a few seconds).

It's a great replacement for my morning run on days when I'm pressed for time. I also like pairing it with my run. This Sunday I ran for 40 minutes, and then did the video. Today, I ran 2 miles and then "shredded."

Oh! Guess what! My first mile only took 9:35 this morning! By the time I finished mile 2, my pace had dropped to 10:09, but that's still not bad! I don't know if I could  keep that up for 3 miles, but I bet I could eventually. I just have to keep running.

Added motivation? My sister scored two spots in the Minnesota Color Run for us last night! It's been sold out for forever, so I'm not sure what happened, but one thing is sure: WE ARE GOING!
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Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Quick, Random Post

I've got a lot on my plate today and I'm heading out early, so I'm going to be brief.

New thing I'm trying: LACV drink. It's lemon and apple cider vinegar in water. I also add honey to sweeten it up. It suppresses hunger (maybe), lowers cholesterol and blood sugar, and detoxifies (uh huh). The big reason I'm trying it is that lemon and apple cider vinegar make your body more alkaline. I'm a HUGE believer in the benefits of a more alkaline pH balance for your body. So far I have noticed that it makes me less hungry. Probably the placebo effect. Whatever! I'm going with it!

Here's the recipe I'm using:

  • Huge glass of water
  • 2 tsp apple cider vinegar
  • 2 tsp honey
  • splash lemon juice

There's a new pic of Cosmo on the "Watch Cosmo Grow" page. He's no taller than last time, but I think he looks stockier, right?

Pete and I got to work very early today so we can skip out at 3:30pm and have a long evening together. I'm busting my butt to get my work done by then, which is why this post is so short. We'll have to swing by puppy kindergarten tonight, but even still, this is going to be fun!

Enjoy the beautiful (hot) weather today if you're in MN!
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Sunday, June 3, 2012

Couple Things

I made Abbie's green monster smoothie on Saturday night.



We rock at cooking.

Also, we need a new couch for our living room. It would replace the plaid couch Pete got from his parents. I want to keep my brown velvet couch. It is my very favorite piece of furniture EVER. Pete insists that we buy another couch (not two chairs), but I doubt we'll find an exact copy of mine...so I need to figure out how to match it.

I'm sorely in need of advice. HOW do you match couches? What would even look good with this guy? I have absolutely no ideas!



 The new couch does NOT have to match our ugly leaf-patterned green carpet. That mess is going. Someday...
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Friday, June 1, 2012

Late Night, Wimpy Workout

Last night Pete and I went to a retirement party for our friend's mom. She was the first female cop hired in our city--and first female cop hired south of the river, according to her police chief. Pretty cool! It was a great event, even though we didn't know many people there. It was a lot of fun hearing all the stories people told about her long and lustrous career. And I did really well on points at the party (excepting two delicious chocolate chip cookies).

After the party, we stopped home to change and pick up Cosmo, then we headed out to their house for a bonfire. OK, it wasn't that simple. There was a lot of ho-humming from me because I really didn't want to go. It wasn't that I didn't think I would have fun; I was fretful because I knew that since we were leaving for the bonfire at 10:30pm, we wouldn't get home until late. Which would mean that when I woke up for my workout, I would be even more exhausted than yesterday morning. I decided to go anyway--I mean, I may be committed to healthy living, but I still have to live.

The bonfire was fun, but they had brought the leftover food from the party back to the house. And *somehow* two more meatballs and two more cookies found their way into my digestive system, along with some UV Blue and Diet Sunkist. Aw, nuts. We got home after 12:30am and went right to bed. And I woke up at 6:30am. I pulled out my phone with a new app downloaded called StarTrainer and started up the prescribed workout. And it did nothing. Not one drop of sweat broke my brow. Yet the workout took 30 minutes. I was so annoyed.

So I came to work and got a recommendation for some better workouts from my coworker (I pinned them, if you're friends with me on Pinterest). I'm so excited to try them out and push hard tomorrow. I really need to get my heart rate up and feel like I'm moving some fat cells!

Anyway, I have a few pictures from last night. I was pretty jazzed about my outfit because I think it came out really cute (and I totally threw it together last-minute).

  
I love that I can now wear leggings as pants with confidence. And I love that this shirt was roomy enough to pull it off. I mean, check out a previous outfit I wore with the shirt.



No, don't put the camera away, Pete! Time for a FASHION SHOOT!


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