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!
Monday, January 12, 2009
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.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
STUPID
I have this dessert leftover from the barbecue Carl missed. It's a low-cal, low-carb dessert from a diabetic cookbook recipe so it's really not supposed to be that bad for you, but I think we need to redefine 'bad.'
I grew up in a family that was pretty poor. We didn't have running water in our house for awhile and I have vivid memories of putting my snowsuit and snowboots on over my nightgown in the middle of the night to trek to the outhouse to pee. A philosophy of not wasting anything is deeply instilled in me. My family values included eating zuchinni with every meal so that it didn't go to waste, and composting any part of anything that we couldn't actually eat. When I first met my husband and we went out on dates, he had to convince me that it was okay to take something home in a 'to go' box instead of stuffing myself sick so that nothing was left on my plate.
I still struggle with the value of not wasting anything, which is in essence a good value. It means we don't take what we don't need and makes it easier to track the pocketbook, but it also means that I eat every leftover we have in the fridge. Most of the leftovers are good, like soup, lean meat, and vegetables.
But right now the leftovers include this dessert that's not too damaging, but not necessary, either. I'm eating it, not because I want dessert, but just so that it doesn't go to waste. I've been consciously eating a bowl a day with the aim of getting it out of the fridge and washing my cake pan. I don't want any, even though it tastes good (especially with whipped cream), but I'm eating it when I'm not hungry and not really even craving something sweet. STUPID.
So I threw the rest of it away and washed the pan. I have to give myself permission to let food I DON'T NEED go to waste if that's what it means. I'll still eat leftover soup for lunch because it's a meal and it's good for me, but I won't shovel a 'healthy' dessert' in my mouth just because I feel guilty if it doesn't get eaten. My duties as Mom might include supervising chores, vacuuming, or bathing the baby, but it doesn't have to include 'eating all of the leftovers in the fridge so that they don't go to waste.'
Enough said.
I grew up in a family that was pretty poor. We didn't have running water in our house for awhile and I have vivid memories of putting my snowsuit and snowboots on over my nightgown in the middle of the night to trek to the outhouse to pee. A philosophy of not wasting anything is deeply instilled in me. My family values included eating zuchinni with every meal so that it didn't go to waste, and composting any part of anything that we couldn't actually eat. When I first met my husband and we went out on dates, he had to convince me that it was okay to take something home in a 'to go' box instead of stuffing myself sick so that nothing was left on my plate.
I still struggle with the value of not wasting anything, which is in essence a good value. It means we don't take what we don't need and makes it easier to track the pocketbook, but it also means that I eat every leftover we have in the fridge. Most of the leftovers are good, like soup, lean meat, and vegetables.
But right now the leftovers include this dessert that's not too damaging, but not necessary, either. I'm eating it, not because I want dessert, but just so that it doesn't go to waste. I've been consciously eating a bowl a day with the aim of getting it out of the fridge and washing my cake pan. I don't want any, even though it tastes good (especially with whipped cream), but I'm eating it when I'm not hungry and not really even craving something sweet. STUPID.
So I threw the rest of it away and washed the pan. I have to give myself permission to let food I DON'T NEED go to waste if that's what it means. I'll still eat leftover soup for lunch because it's a meal and it's good for me, but I won't shovel a 'healthy' dessert' in my mouth just because I feel guilty if it doesn't get eaten. My duties as Mom might include supervising chores, vacuuming, or bathing the baby, but it doesn't have to include 'eating all of the leftovers in the fridge so that they don't go to waste.'
Enough said.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Holidy Abs
I'm starting out my holiday with a very sore body. It's different eating the holiday cookies that brought by those who fall under the people-who-like-me-but-don't-quite-get-the-contest category have brought to the house (All the cookies have been on red plates--is green out this year?) with extremely sore abs. Being sore takes some of the indulgent pleasure out of the sweets. I didn't work hard with Carl yesterday just to eat cookies. I actually don't have much of a sweet tooth, but I'm also not totally strict about my diet. And sometimes I like to eat cookies.
I'm a little distracted--the Jazz are losing to the Bucks and Millsap just went out with an injured knee. As if the Jazz need another power forward out with injuries.
And the baby is starting to fuss because it's her bedtime.
And I'm trying to blog in a way that makes sense to you people, but it just might not happen tonight, like sometimes workouts don't happen when cookies do, or diet Coke.
So, my point is, a strategy to avoid some of the holiday overeating--work out and get extremely sore and see how it feels to shovel that second piece of cake into those twinging abs.
Good night.
I'm a little distracted--the Jazz are losing to the Bucks and Millsap just went out with an injured knee. As if the Jazz need another power forward out with injuries.
And the baby is starting to fuss because it's her bedtime.
And I'm trying to blog in a way that makes sense to you people, but it just might not happen tonight, like sometimes workouts don't happen when cookies do, or diet Coke.
So, my point is, a strategy to avoid some of the holiday overeating--work out and get extremely sore and see how it feels to shovel that second piece of cake into those twinging abs.
Good night.
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