ME: So, how's it goin'?
BODY: A'right.
ME: Not so good, not so bad?
BODY: Pretty much.
ME: How are the workouts feelin'?
BODY: Some days I win, some days I lose.
ME: Yeah, sorry to throw that whole baby thing at you.
BODY: It only split my hips apart and cut me halfway open, no biggie.
ME: But she sure is cute.
BODY: Yeah, she is. You gotta love those beautiful blue eyes.
ME: I do. She gets a lot out of me with those eyes.
BODY: So how are you doing?
ME: Oh, you know, alright.
BODY: Somewhere in the middle, too?
ME: Yep. Umm....so how's the badonkadonk coming?
BODY: It's coming.
ME: Any way we could speed this up? You know, get it down so I can fit in my pants?
BODY: I'm doing what I can, woman. You gained ninety pounds on me and I've already taken care of fifty for you. Now you just stopped nursing, so I have to work all of that out of your system, your hormones have become Thing 1 and Thing 2, and you keep me so busy that I'm trying to do too many things at once. Your badonkadonk is just not at the top of the list.
ME: But I want it so badly!
BODY: Oh, go whine to Carl.
ME: Point taken.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
House
No, not playing 'house,' or the building that you live in, but the show on the television starring Hugh Laurie.
Here's a little background:
House is a doctor at some hospital in Philadelphia or somewhere, and he is completely irrelevant to my point. Lisa Cuddy, the manager of the hospital where House works and wallows in his sad but entertaining issues, is an older single woman who just got an infant girl as a foster daughter. She's your typical power woman with the high profile/high stress job that requires her to work long hours and wear mini-skirt power suits. So she's trying to keep up with her first baby and her job, all as a single mom. And, lo and behold, she gets a little stressed out about family services coming to her house for a visit because she doesn't think anything's good enough because it's not perfect. Well, she passes the visit because she takes good care of the baby even though the house isn't spotless and she dropped a dirty diaper in her purse to try to hide it. (Silly woman, but we've all been there.) One of her colleagues, a male oncologist, asked her why she was trying to be such a superwoman and do everything by herself and expect absolute perfection. He told her that any man in her position would have two assistants for her job and a nanny and a wife at home to take care of all of that.
Totally true.
So why are we woman so afraid to ask for a little help or a little favor when it comes to getting some things done, or just getting to do what we want to for a couple of hours? I've been really hesitant to call a babysitter for my daughter, or ask a friend to watch her, because I don't want to inconvenience anyone. But when I watch a friend's kid for a few hours, I don't mind at all, AND I DON'T FEEL LIKE THEY OWE ME! This is not a game--there's no keeping score. It's just being human and being part of humanity. It is not an admission of weakness.
We are three moms putting together a magazine every month and taking care of our kids and our houses and our husbands (they're like big kids sometimes) and trying to save the world and have dinner on the table by 5:00 (and meet Carl's requirements of a healthy, low carb meal).
Go ahead, catch your breath. This is turning into a Michelle-length blog entry. (LOL Michelle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
So today I asked my mom to watch my baby girl so that I could go to the gym and sweat and work hard on my BO. And I didn't even feel bad, or like I had inconvenienced her, and I didn't feel bad about leaving my baby. I felt good, actually. I did 45 minutes on the elliptical and impressed Carl (which is easy, but it's also easy to disappoint him). I did the weight loss program on a resistance of 40 and still walked to my car without my knees buckling. And I'm already sore from these new squats I got out of my Women's Health magazine (oh, baby! here comes the badonkadonk!).
So, remember that we are our own community and we are here to help each other--no score!
Here's a little background:
House is a doctor at some hospital in Philadelphia or somewhere, and he is completely irrelevant to my point. Lisa Cuddy, the manager of the hospital where House works and wallows in his sad but entertaining issues, is an older single woman who just got an infant girl as a foster daughter. She's your typical power woman with the high profile/high stress job that requires her to work long hours and wear mini-skirt power suits. So she's trying to keep up with her first baby and her job, all as a single mom. And, lo and behold, she gets a little stressed out about family services coming to her house for a visit because she doesn't think anything's good enough because it's not perfect. Well, she passes the visit because she takes good care of the baby even though the house isn't spotless and she dropped a dirty diaper in her purse to try to hide it. (Silly woman, but we've all been there.) One of her colleagues, a male oncologist, asked her why she was trying to be such a superwoman and do everything by herself and expect absolute perfection. He told her that any man in her position would have two assistants for her job and a nanny and a wife at home to take care of all of that.
Totally true.
So why are we woman so afraid to ask for a little help or a little favor when it comes to getting some things done, or just getting to do what we want to for a couple of hours? I've been really hesitant to call a babysitter for my daughter, or ask a friend to watch her, because I don't want to inconvenience anyone. But when I watch a friend's kid for a few hours, I don't mind at all, AND I DON'T FEEL LIKE THEY OWE ME! This is not a game--there's no keeping score. It's just being human and being part of humanity. It is not an admission of weakness.
We are three moms putting together a magazine every month and taking care of our kids and our houses and our husbands (they're like big kids sometimes) and trying to save the world and have dinner on the table by 5:00 (and meet Carl's requirements of a healthy, low carb meal).
Go ahead, catch your breath. This is turning into a Michelle-length blog entry. (LOL Michelle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
So today I asked my mom to watch my baby girl so that I could go to the gym and sweat and work hard on my BO. And I didn't even feel bad, or like I had inconvenienced her, and I didn't feel bad about leaving my baby. I felt good, actually. I did 45 minutes on the elliptical and impressed Carl (which is easy, but it's also easy to disappoint him). I did the weight loss program on a resistance of 40 and still walked to my car without my knees buckling. And I'm already sore from these new squats I got out of my Women's Health magazine (oh, baby! here comes the badonkadonk!).
So, remember that we are our own community and we are here to help each other--no score!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Karate
Don't say I didn't warn you about all of the karate talk in these blogs.
I taught class for four hours on Friday and then for four hours on Monday. Friday was a workout, a hard workout that I still felt when I went back to the dojo on Monday for another four hours. The workout on Monday was slow and stretchy, more isometric than cardio, but I felt that still when I woke up this morning. I am totally and completely in love with karate.
And I am totally and completely in love with my husband who will sit with me in the sauna for an hour (less than that, but you know).
I get to go to karate for two hours tomorrow, and then four hours on Friday, and then we are having my sensei from Salt Lake City come out to do a workshop for us on Sunday for FOUR MORE HOURS! Then it starts all over with two hours on Monday, two hours on Wednesday...etc.
I am not totally in love with Carl. I like Carl, I think he is doing a good job with the general fitness thing although he needs to learn more about women (we're trying to give him a crash course and warm him up for you, ladies). But I do not get the same endorphin rush when I work out with Carl. I sweat and I burn a lot of calories and I sleep better at night, but I don't get excited about the elliptical or the treadmill or the bike. I get excited about kicks and punches and LOTS OF THEM. My students think I'm crazy because even though I'm in charge I still like to give myself a really hard workout.
And then I go home or to my dad's shop and bowflex and do some reps on the ab wheel and some leg excercises with my ankle weights. I managed to get sore from my shoulders down to my calves last week. YES! That's the good stuff. I plan to do it again this week. I do give myself a couple of days off after that for my muscle to rebuild, but I'm getting closer and closer to the endurance I had before this last baby.
I'm excited just thinking about it. I think it's important to find a kind of exercise that you really like. I prefer sports, something that allows me to move around. I might try a kickboxing class at Kody's to see what that's like since I got a recommendation from a friend. Or I might try to get in on some of the racquetball (Oh, CaaAARLl, have I got some plans for you, and you can't wuss out because of your back). Actually, I would have a fun time playing racquetball with Jenn because she's so competetive. Maybe we'll have a racquetball competetition this spring between the four of us, or we'll pit our teams against each other...hmmmm, I like that idea!
I taught class for four hours on Friday and then for four hours on Monday. Friday was a workout, a hard workout that I still felt when I went back to the dojo on Monday for another four hours. The workout on Monday was slow and stretchy, more isometric than cardio, but I felt that still when I woke up this morning. I am totally and completely in love with karate.
And I am totally and completely in love with my husband who will sit with me in the sauna for an hour (less than that, but you know).
I get to go to karate for two hours tomorrow, and then four hours on Friday, and then we are having my sensei from Salt Lake City come out to do a workshop for us on Sunday for FOUR MORE HOURS! Then it starts all over with two hours on Monday, two hours on Wednesday...etc.
I am not totally in love with Carl. I like Carl, I think he is doing a good job with the general fitness thing although he needs to learn more about women (we're trying to give him a crash course and warm him up for you, ladies). But I do not get the same endorphin rush when I work out with Carl. I sweat and I burn a lot of calories and I sleep better at night, but I don't get excited about the elliptical or the treadmill or the bike. I get excited about kicks and punches and LOTS OF THEM. My students think I'm crazy because even though I'm in charge I still like to give myself a really hard workout.
And then I go home or to my dad's shop and bowflex and do some reps on the ab wheel and some leg excercises with my ankle weights. I managed to get sore from my shoulders down to my calves last week. YES! That's the good stuff. I plan to do it again this week. I do give myself a couple of days off after that for my muscle to rebuild, but I'm getting closer and closer to the endurance I had before this last baby.
I'm excited just thinking about it. I think it's important to find a kind of exercise that you really like. I prefer sports, something that allows me to move around. I might try a kickboxing class at Kody's to see what that's like since I got a recommendation from a friend. Or I might try to get in on some of the racquetball (Oh, CaaAARLl, have I got some plans for you, and you can't wuss out because of your back). Actually, I would have a fun time playing racquetball with Jenn because she's so competetive. Maybe we'll have a racquetball competetition this spring between the four of us, or we'll pit our teams against each other...hmmmm, I like that idea!
Monday, January 12, 2009
Hobbies
I have a hobby called poi. It's something out of New Zealand and a lot of Polynesians do it. It's basically a form of fire dancing. I might learn how to do more things with fire, but so far this has kept me happy. Check it out!
Back Into Things
One thing I never get tired of is karate. I'm never in the kind of funk where I don't want to go to karate. It's sort of my addiction. Most of my motivation to get back into shape is so that I can do karate the way I want to--hard and fast. I'll see if I can get a picture of me in my gi on here someday.
I wish working out at the gym was as addictive as karate, but it's just not. It's not bad, but it's just not the same rush.
I teach karate with my brother. We get along pretty well when we're in the dojo. I especially love it when he takes the reins and I can get in there with the students and work up a good sweat. It's hard to teach and workout some days. Today was a good day--a lot of sweat.
I'm coming out of the funk, which is good since layout is just around the corner and it's an intense couple of days--more diet Coke than usual. I still haven't stopped drinking the stuff, but I'm still only downing one or two cans a day. I feel okay about that for now. I still probably need to quit soda if I want to finish off the last ten pounds. It's just that right now, the last ten pounds seem pretty far away. I realize I could quit the soda and probably lose the first ten pounds, but I know they're coming off anyway. It's the last ten I expect to be a challenge. Good thing the end of the year is still almost a year away. I have a whole summer of yardwork and walking between now and then.
I wish working out at the gym was as addictive as karate, but it's just not. It's not bad, but it's just not the same rush.
I teach karate with my brother. We get along pretty well when we're in the dojo. I especially love it when he takes the reins and I can get in there with the students and work up a good sweat. It's hard to teach and workout some days. Today was a good day--a lot of sweat.
I'm coming out of the funk, which is good since layout is just around the corner and it's an intense couple of days--more diet Coke than usual. I still haven't stopped drinking the stuff, but I'm still only downing one or two cans a day. I feel okay about that for now. I still probably need to quit soda if I want to finish off the last ten pounds. It's just that right now, the last ten pounds seem pretty far away. I realize I could quit the soda and probably lose the first ten pounds, but I know they're coming off anyway. It's the last ten I expect to be a challenge. Good thing the end of the year is still almost a year away. I have a whole summer of yardwork and walking between now and then.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Funk
I'm in a funk. With everything. I know it because absolutely everything bothers me. I want to work out with Carl and get annoyed that I have to drive and that I have to go when someone can watch my baby. I want to work on the magazine and get annoyed that I have to clean my house. I want to clean my house and get annoyed that I have to work on the magazine.
Definitely a funk. It's like I"m hitting my maximum time limit of interest on several things at once. I figured I'd hit a burnout with the gym around six weeks (yep), this is the longest I've stayed home as a mom and although not the longest I've nursed, it's the same time I stopped nursing my second child. I want to stop nursing and I don't, I want to work out with Carl and I don't, I want to stay home as a mom and I don't. Right now I can't even please myself.
I worked out today--two hours of karate and then a workout at home. I worked out on the Bowflex, did some reps with the wheel, and looked up some excercises for these groovy new ankle weights I bought. I'm tired, I'm sweaty, and I get grouchy when I burn gas for a workout when I can do so much at home. Some people don't work out if they stay home. I work out all the time at home. That's not my weight problem.
I do work out harder with Carl. He pushes my limits past what I would ever do. I know that. I feel better after working out with Carl, but I'm still in a funk about it today. Who knows when I'll be out of this. It's not just Carl, it's everything. Everything's bothering me right now.
And, no, I do not have pms. If I had pms, I would have called it that and not a funk.
Anyway, now I'm bothered by blogging. I need to take a shower and put on something other than sweats and a t-shirt. See you later.
Definitely a funk. It's like I"m hitting my maximum time limit of interest on several things at once. I figured I'd hit a burnout with the gym around six weeks (yep), this is the longest I've stayed home as a mom and although not the longest I've nursed, it's the same time I stopped nursing my second child. I want to stop nursing and I don't, I want to work out with Carl and I don't, I want to stay home as a mom and I don't. Right now I can't even please myself.
I worked out today--two hours of karate and then a workout at home. I worked out on the Bowflex, did some reps with the wheel, and looked up some excercises for these groovy new ankle weights I bought. I'm tired, I'm sweaty, and I get grouchy when I burn gas for a workout when I can do so much at home. Some people don't work out if they stay home. I work out all the time at home. That's not my weight problem.
I do work out harder with Carl. He pushes my limits past what I would ever do. I know that. I feel better after working out with Carl, but I'm still in a funk about it today. Who knows when I'll be out of this. It's not just Carl, it's everything. Everything's bothering me right now.
And, no, I do not have pms. If I had pms, I would have called it that and not a funk.
Anyway, now I'm bothered by blogging. I need to take a shower and put on something other than sweats and a t-shirt. See you later.
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