Yeah. I'm that frickin' clever. :)
I vowed in this little New Year's post that I was going to work out five times per week. My plan was a Sunday through Thursday attack, leaving me open on Friday and Saturday, in case I wanted to have some fun or have a bit of a loungy day.
Week 1 = bust.
Week 2 = success!
Week 3 can still = success! But I have to work out Friday and Saturday. Eek.
I took Sunday off because it was my birthday. My 30th birthday. I needed some time to be depressed. Oh, and to shake off the cute little hangover that I had gotten at my awesome surprise party the night before (thanks, Mr. P!!). Sunday's lounging carried over into Monday laziness. Bummer. But, I got myself in gear tonight (and my hubby!) and had a nice sweat sesh on the XBox Kinect system.
Lemme tell you about this system. It's kinda awesome. I love(d) my Wii, but this little fella is sweet! I love how it follows me around, and love how I can get a serious burn with that thing! I had my HR up to the "Extreme" sector - 80-90% of my max. I hit that burn for a good 10 minutes, and it was glorious. I was all kinds of wheezy and sweaty. It. Was. Awesome. Even Hubbs got into the groove! We played "Adventures" and some tennis. (I whopped his ass in tennis, in case you were wondering) During the dodgeball game that we were playing, there are some down times. We were jogging pretty swiftly during those times. Burn, baby, burn!
Anyway. I pretty much just wanted to pat myself on the back for the 5 days next week, and get myself pumped up for the 10 days in a row that I'm planning on working out in the next...10 days. Eek.
What up with you, dear readers?
PS - tomorrow is my 1 year anniversary of the blog!!!! I'm not really sure what I'm going to do, but it's going to be some kind of post of fun. :) Stay tuned!
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1.17.2012
8.25.2011
Dear Real Simple Magazine:
Feel free to get out of my head any time now.
XOXO,
Bex
I've been intermittently perusing my September RS mag for a couple of days now (life has gotten in the way a smidge). Practically every third article is speaking to something I've been thinking of or doing lately. It's a little creepy. I feel like Truman. I wish Ed Harris were here. Minus the beret.
ANYway.
The thing that jumped at me the most was a little article about exercising to lift your mood "Mood-Boosting Workouts" for anyone interested in exact details - and no, it's not online yet; it looks like those crafty folks over there wait a month to put articles from the magazine up. Clever girl... (eleventy points for that movie reference! hint: said in an Australian accent, after placing hat on fallen tree) As per usj (ummm...shortened version of "usual"), I've gotten off track. Twice now.
In a nutshell: the article is about the benefits of certain exercises outside of the obvious. Here's where it gets all in my brain. There's one section about cycling, and how it has been shown to increase energy. For those of you who haven't been keeping up with the Not Kardashians, I've recently rediscovered my lurve of biking. I can tell you that there was a DEFINITE increase in my energy in the days after my two bike rides. Perhaps it was euphoria at having not keeled over at some point in the ride. Perhaps it was just as the article explained and there were positive electrical charges happening all over my brain. Either way, I liked the feeling. I'm going to try to keep it up.
Other entries in the article:
How to sleep better: Pilates.
To achieve clarity: weight lifting.
I'll let you buy the mag (or read the article if you already get it!) to discover the secrets of the rest of the thing, but I loved these bits. I'm definitely going to try weight lifting for mental clarity. I could really use the help getting my multi-tasking and planning under control. As a Project Manager, I'm supposed to be good at these things. While I don't suck as much as, say, a dog does at these tasks, my more free nature has a hard time with living by a schedule (just ask my friends - there are more than a few out there who despise the fact that I do not make plans until the night of an event...I just don't want to). I'm going to be all over the weights. According to the article, all I need is "a chair and some three- to five-pound weights." I've got sixers. But I'm sure they'll be fine. Perhaps they'll bring me the ability to NOT be constantly pissed at MS Project STAT.
Oh, and in case you wondered, here are some of the other articles that were all in my medulla oblongata:
XOXO,
Bex
I've been intermittently perusing my September RS mag for a couple of days now (life has gotten in the way a smidge). Practically every third article is speaking to something I've been thinking of or doing lately. It's a little creepy. I feel like Truman. I wish Ed Harris were here. Minus the beret.
ANYway.
The thing that jumped at me the most was a little article about exercising to lift your mood "Mood-Boosting Workouts" for anyone interested in exact details - and no, it's not online yet; it looks like those crafty folks over there wait a month to put articles from the magazine up. Clever girl... (eleventy points for that movie reference! hint: said in an Australian accent, after placing hat on fallen tree) As per usj (ummm...shortened version of "usual"), I've gotten off track. Twice now.
In a nutshell: the article is about the benefits of certain exercises outside of the obvious. Here's where it gets all in my brain. There's one section about cycling, and how it has been shown to increase energy. For those of you who haven't been keeping up with the Not Kardashians, I've recently rediscovered my lurve of biking. I can tell you that there was a DEFINITE increase in my energy in the days after my two bike rides. Perhaps it was euphoria at having not keeled over at some point in the ride. Perhaps it was just as the article explained and there were positive electrical charges happening all over my brain. Either way, I liked the feeling. I'm going to try to keep it up.
Other entries in the article:
How to sleep better: Pilates.
To achieve clarity: weight lifting.
I'll let you buy the mag (or read the article if you already get it!) to discover the secrets of the rest of the thing, but I loved these bits. I'm definitely going to try weight lifting for mental clarity. I could really use the help getting my multi-tasking and planning under control. As a Project Manager, I'm supposed to be good at these things. While I don't suck as much as, say, a dog does at these tasks, my more free nature has a hard time with living by a schedule (just ask my friends - there are more than a few out there who despise the fact that I do not make plans until the night of an event...I just don't want to). I'm going to be all over the weights. According to the article, all I need is "a chair and some three- to five-pound weights." I've got sixers. But I'm sure they'll be fine. Perhaps they'll bring me the ability to NOT be constantly pissed at MS Project STAT.
Oh, and in case you wondered, here are some of the other articles that were all in my medulla oblongata:
- FALL FASHIONS!
- 33 Low-calorie snack ideas
- "6 Numbers for Financial Success"
- a little ditty about how Mary Jane shoes have grown up (LOVE MJs)
- the "It" color this month is teal, and they pair it with a couple of interesting other colors. I love "It" colors, and I love teal and (as they call it) saffron together - which was one of the pairings.
- and a big 'ol beef lover's guide. I'm anti-chicken right now. I go back and forth several times a year, and chicken is currently out. Gimme Bessie. In my belly.
That's it for now.
Keep on keepin' on - the skinny train is a'movin'.
(oh, and in case you wondered, NO, RS did not pay me or whatever to post this post. I just love the shit out of that magazine. Go buy it. Buy a subscription to it, as a matter of fact. Go on. I'll wait...)
(oh, and in case you wondered, NO, RS did not pay me or whatever to post this post. I just love the shit out of that magazine. Go buy it. Buy a subscription to it, as a matter of fact. Go on. I'll wait...)
8.18.2011
So, that's a sign, eh?
Today, I got both my fitness and Eating Well magazines in the mail.
Ummmm...yep. You're right, universe. I should definitely get my shizz in gear.
Ergo, I'm back here doing some writing. I know it's been about a million years since I wrote last. I have to be honest. I don't even have an excuse this time. Not even a quietly whiny "but I've been buuuuusy" to utter about my lack of effort. Just a bunch of lameness. Does that count as an excuse? *sigh* I know. It doesn't.
SO, I'm going to make a pledge. I'm starting over. I'm going to bring the stuff from my class at work home, and I'm going to look over it again. I'm going to go through it, refresh my memory, and get determined again. And I'm going to kick some ass. I'm going to beat the 'ol Battle of the Bulge. I have to.
I don't think that, at this point, there's any denying that another day at this weight is detrimental to my health. I have suspicions about things like PCOS and fears of diabetes. I worry about my thyroid, and wonder if it's to blame for my lagging energy levels and inability to lose the weight. Or, is that diabetes? The point is, I'm worried that, if I don't do something soon to lose it all, I might just lose it all. The fear of not being able to have kids, or not being healthy enough to stay with them as long as I can is petrifying. It's so scary that I would just rather not deal with it at all than have to be so disappointed at getting some answers.
But answers I will get. I finally made the appointment with a doc that I've been promising to make for months. September 12. Remember that date. Not that I'm going to need a reminder or anything. I just want to make sure I'm reminded to write about what I find out.
In other news, sister has picked out not only a wedding dress (she looks so stunning - makes me WAY more jealous than I ever was before of her svelte little self!!), but has also nailed down the bridesmaid look as well. EEK! That means it exists. That means that I have to worry about buying one, and panic about size. I am, however, going to hold off buying that puppy until I absolutely can't wait any longer. The good news about MY gig as (barf) Matron of Honor (she calls it "Sister of Honor," which I appreciate greatly. Matrons are old. I am NOT old.) is that the Wonderful Tess is encouraging of me wearing a different dress than the rest of the girls. So if worse comes to worst, I can always get a similar or another dress if she's down.
Either way, this is going to happen. I WILL be at least a two dress sizes smaller than I am now. That's 8 months. I think I can do it. It's going to take a lot of hard work, and I'm going to need some serious encouragement and love from what I've told myself is my cyber cheering squad. :)
Also, I'm going to try to take a pic every week or so from here on out to have a way to document my progress. I'm trying to get a pic from my girl Kavitha's birthday party downloaded, but the Facepage isn't playing nice right now. I'll update this baby boy later, once I'm able to do that.
OH, and one more thing! I'm going to post a little sumpthin' about posting comments and such. Sounds like there's a known problem with Internet Explorer and Google Blogger (I'm writing this post on Google's internet browser, Chrome, right now...trying to see if that helps the sitch any. I'm fairly certain it will. I heart me some Google. :) Let me know how it works out, if you follow the steps!
Ummmm...yep. You're right, universe. I should definitely get my shizz in gear.
Ergo, I'm back here doing some writing. I know it's been about a million years since I wrote last. I have to be honest. I don't even have an excuse this time. Not even a quietly whiny "but I've been buuuuusy" to utter about my lack of effort. Just a bunch of lameness. Does that count as an excuse? *sigh* I know. It doesn't.
SO, I'm going to make a pledge. I'm starting over. I'm going to bring the stuff from my class at work home, and I'm going to look over it again. I'm going to go through it, refresh my memory, and get determined again. And I'm going to kick some ass. I'm going to beat the 'ol Battle of the Bulge. I have to.
I don't think that, at this point, there's any denying that another day at this weight is detrimental to my health. I have suspicions about things like PCOS and fears of diabetes. I worry about my thyroid, and wonder if it's to blame for my lagging energy levels and inability to lose the weight. Or, is that diabetes? The point is, I'm worried that, if I don't do something soon to lose it all, I might just lose it all. The fear of not being able to have kids, or not being healthy enough to stay with them as long as I can is petrifying. It's so scary that I would just rather not deal with it at all than have to be so disappointed at getting some answers.
But answers I will get. I finally made the appointment with a doc that I've been promising to make for months. September 12. Remember that date. Not that I'm going to need a reminder or anything. I just want to make sure I'm reminded to write about what I find out.
In other news, sister has picked out not only a wedding dress (she looks so stunning - makes me WAY more jealous than I ever was before of her svelte little self!!), but has also nailed down the bridesmaid look as well. EEK! That means it exists. That means that I have to worry about buying one, and panic about size. I am, however, going to hold off buying that puppy until I absolutely can't wait any longer. The good news about MY gig as (barf) Matron of Honor (she calls it "Sister of Honor," which I appreciate greatly. Matrons are old. I am NOT old.) is that the Wonderful Tess is encouraging of me wearing a different dress than the rest of the girls. So if worse comes to worst, I can always get a similar or another dress if she's down.
Either way, this is going to happen. I WILL be at least a two dress sizes smaller than I am now. That's 8 months. I think I can do it. It's going to take a lot of hard work, and I'm going to need some serious encouragement and love from what I've told myself is my cyber cheering squad. :)
Also, I'm going to try to take a pic every week or so from here on out to have a way to document my progress. I'm trying to get a pic from my girl Kavitha's birthday party downloaded, but the Facepage isn't playing nice right now. I'll update this baby boy later, once I'm able to do that.
OH, and one more thing! I'm going to post a little sumpthin' about posting comments and such. Sounds like there's a known problem with Internet Explorer and Google Blogger (I'm writing this post on Google's internet browser, Chrome, right now...trying to see if that helps the sitch any. I'm fairly certain it will. I heart me some Google. :) Let me know how it works out, if you follow the steps!
7.07.2011
Just a little tidbit.
So, this past weekend, my girl Jess told me that I'm getting "real chicken legs."
Best possible insult ever!!! :)
As a matter of fact, I'm going to be buying A PAIR OF SHORTS this weekend perhaps as a result. Maybe. It might happen. No guarantees.
My hot little cousin Julie bought some super cute stuff at Old Navy last week, and looked beyond adorbs, and I found myself insanely jealous of her shorts. And her shirt. Mostly I was very jealous of her outfit. Holy cute, Batman.
SO, between being told that my legs are gettin' skinny and finding a pair of shorts that I lust over...well, it looks like I'm getting a pair of shorts! Go ahead. Squeal for me.
Best possible insult ever!!! :)
As a matter of fact, I'm going to be buying A PAIR OF SHORTS this weekend perhaps as a result. Maybe. It might happen. No guarantees.
My hot little cousin Julie bought some super cute stuff at Old Navy last week, and looked beyond adorbs, and I found myself insanely jealous of her shorts. And her shirt. Mostly I was very jealous of her outfit. Holy cute, Batman.
SO, between being told that my legs are gettin' skinny and finding a pair of shorts that I lust over...well, it looks like I'm getting a pair of shorts! Go ahead. Squeal for me.
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