I'm a little tramp--not really. Last fall we bought our rebounder, a Bellicon Athletic, and everyone uses it and loves it--but me. I get on it every now and again, but I don't run on it like Hubby and Sweet Son do.
One reason was I was just too heavy to run comfortably. Now I'm okay.
The second reason was music. I have an iPod Shuffle and Nano, aren't I lucky. I had to buy new ear phones because those provided didn't fit my ears and were uncomfortable. The new ear phones are great around the house, but not while running. I had to secure them with a sweat band. It was icky, I was always pushing things back in place, and it just didn't work.
And another thing! I wiggle around a lot while I'm rebounding, and I was always catching my hands on the stupid cord. I've flipped the ear phones off my head, and the Shuffle.
So I thought I'd buy a portable iPod docking station with good sound to use in my living room. I was all ready to click buy when my son said, "Mom, did you know our DVD player plays CDs?" I said, "Prove it." Sure enough, it does. And the sound is good enough that it will work. Thank you, sweet son, for saving mom $90!
Okay, so then I needed some inspiring music. What inspires me to keep rebounding? Almost anything as long as it has a good driving force. Back in the 80s when I was an avid rebounder, I played current music. This go round everything I tried seemed slow.
Then by a small miracle, I came across a playlist for runners which included beats per minute of songs. Why had I never thought of that before? I quickly checked my playlist only to learn my selections, while music I enjoyed, had too slow BPM. I Googled some more and found this site, which is my favorite. I spent quite a bit of time on it tonight looking for songs I like (oldies, of course) that would work for me.
Am I the last person on the face of the earth to discover this???
So I made a 30-minute playlist and I've got my picks for an hour--but I'll have to build up to it. What did I choose? 80s songs, of course. There's a good reason that I did great with my rebounding in the 80s--the music I loved then had high BPM and worked perfectly.
Born to Run (150 bpm)
Footloose 165
Freeze Frame 187
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves 169
Your Momma Don't Dance 150
Maniac 158
Runaway 153
My cooldown song is Dream Weaver. That's 30 minutes. I start slow and so I didn't choose a slower BPM song, I work up to it. I've got a long list of other songs I know and love for when I need to up my workout time.
I'm really excited about this. I'm hoping I feel well enough tomorrow to run in the morning. I was really excited to re-discover Cher's Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves. I hadn't heard that in years and I always loved it.
3.26.2010
3.22.2010
Spring Break
When my Dad was alive, my son and I would hop in the car, drive two days and arrive at Dad's house. Since it was such a trek getting there, we'd stay a few weeks. Sometimes we'd stay a month.
Because we homeschool, we were able to do that. I'd pack up school and we'd do it in Grandpa's living room. When Dad died, I knew that I would miss that tremendously.
When we would arrive at Dad's, we'd store our stuff in our bedroom and then clean. He didn't clean. He did keep his kitchen up (to his standards), but he didn't dust, do bathrooms, etc. So I always worked my tail off for him--and I loved being able to do that for him.
We would hit the grocery store, stock up, and then Sam's Club where he'd buy Ginger Snaps for my son and we always got a big box of danishes. Through the week, Dad would take us to my favorite restaurants and of course my son would get to visit Casa Bonita, his favorite restaurant.
We always had a wonderful time. The mood at Dad's house was relaxed, calm and enjoyable. Dad and I would sit at the kitchen table and have long talks. He opened my mind about so many things. I learned more from him in adulthood than I ever did as a kid.
Mom has been gone almost 17 years, and she died before my son was born. I always enjoyed going home to visit when Mom was alive, too, but aside from when I had six weeks off from surgery (and she died then), visits with here were always short.
I miss it tremendously. We usually went in spring or early summer, when I had cabin fever so bad. I knew I would mourn my visits as much as mourning Dad himself.
So, I decided why not create that mood in my own home. Stress has been extremely high this past week. Truth is, my husband is in Germany. I don't like sharing his travels while he's gone for some strange reason. He arrived this weekend safe and sound. It's just me, my son, our three dogs and two cats. What a perfect time to have our own spring break! (Hubby is working, so it's definitely not a vacation for him!)
This weekend, aside from worrying about his flight and 3-hour drive through Germany to arrive at his destination, we took things down a notch. We stayed up late, watched movies and TV, and I pretended I was at Dad's, made a list of everything I wanted to do but never have the time to do. I got so many little mini-projects done this weekend it just boggles my mind! All while being in a very mellow mood!
I've created the atmosphere that Dad's house had. Even my son noticed it and commented on it. Everything is neat and picked up. My iPod is loaded with lots of mellow music that I love: Elton John, Cat Stevens, etc. It's parked on the iPod dock pouring into the house.
We stocked up at the grocery store. Bought some things that hubby doesn't like. We had spaghetti for supper last night. We did NOT buy danishes, though! lol I did buy my son a box of Ginger Snaps.
Yesterday afternoon I noticed my pain had disappeared. Knock on wood. It's not back today. I wonder if taking things down a notch, getting out of our normal routine, helped.
Saturday night my son was watching a movie into the wee hours, and since hubby was gone, I vacuumed. At midnight! I used to do that at Dad's. I'm a night owl by nature, and I was always so productive at Dad's--and that happened here.
Later in the week we have to go to the big city for a dental appointment. While there, in honor of Mom and Dad, we're going to the Olive Garden. (We go every time DS has a dental appointment, but this time we're attaching that memory to it.)
Two days...in two days my spirits have just soared. My shoulders aren't at my ears. I'm enjoying my music, my clean house, marking projects off my list. We're having fun.
I think we (me?) need to allow ourselves to relax. Sometimes we get so caught up in the day-to-day activities of life that we forget to stop and breathe. So while I don't have the resources to take a vacation right now, nothing is stopping me from having a vacation at home.
So here's to a fun-filled week for us! We plan on going to a movie, playing games, and school in relaxed mode, and relaxing! I have many more projects on my list that I know I'll get done! (Including my taxes, yuck.) Hopefully I'll be able to get back into my exercise routine.
Now, I'm off to cross some stuff off my list...
Because we homeschool, we were able to do that. I'd pack up school and we'd do it in Grandpa's living room. When Dad died, I knew that I would miss that tremendously.
When we would arrive at Dad's, we'd store our stuff in our bedroom and then clean. He didn't clean. He did keep his kitchen up (to his standards), but he didn't dust, do bathrooms, etc. So I always worked my tail off for him--and I loved being able to do that for him.
We would hit the grocery store, stock up, and then Sam's Club where he'd buy Ginger Snaps for my son and we always got a big box of danishes. Through the week, Dad would take us to my favorite restaurants and of course my son would get to visit Casa Bonita, his favorite restaurant.
We always had a wonderful time. The mood at Dad's house was relaxed, calm and enjoyable. Dad and I would sit at the kitchen table and have long talks. He opened my mind about so many things. I learned more from him in adulthood than I ever did as a kid.
Mom has been gone almost 17 years, and she died before my son was born. I always enjoyed going home to visit when Mom was alive, too, but aside from when I had six weeks off from surgery (and she died then), visits with here were always short.
I miss it tremendously. We usually went in spring or early summer, when I had cabin fever so bad. I knew I would mourn my visits as much as mourning Dad himself.
So, I decided why not create that mood in my own home. Stress has been extremely high this past week. Truth is, my husband is in Germany. I don't like sharing his travels while he's gone for some strange reason. He arrived this weekend safe and sound. It's just me, my son, our three dogs and two cats. What a perfect time to have our own spring break! (Hubby is working, so it's definitely not a vacation for him!)
This weekend, aside from worrying about his flight and 3-hour drive through Germany to arrive at his destination, we took things down a notch. We stayed up late, watched movies and TV, and I pretended I was at Dad's, made a list of everything I wanted to do but never have the time to do. I got so many little mini-projects done this weekend it just boggles my mind! All while being in a very mellow mood!
I've created the atmosphere that Dad's house had. Even my son noticed it and commented on it. Everything is neat and picked up. My iPod is loaded with lots of mellow music that I love: Elton John, Cat Stevens, etc. It's parked on the iPod dock pouring into the house.
We stocked up at the grocery store. Bought some things that hubby doesn't like. We had spaghetti for supper last night. We did NOT buy danishes, though! lol I did buy my son a box of Ginger Snaps.
Yesterday afternoon I noticed my pain had disappeared. Knock on wood. It's not back today. I wonder if taking things down a notch, getting out of our normal routine, helped.
Saturday night my son was watching a movie into the wee hours, and since hubby was gone, I vacuumed. At midnight! I used to do that at Dad's. I'm a night owl by nature, and I was always so productive at Dad's--and that happened here.
Later in the week we have to go to the big city for a dental appointment. While there, in honor of Mom and Dad, we're going to the Olive Garden. (We go every time DS has a dental appointment, but this time we're attaching that memory to it.)
Two days...in two days my spirits have just soared. My shoulders aren't at my ears. I'm enjoying my music, my clean house, marking projects off my list. We're having fun.
I think we (me?) need to allow ourselves to relax. Sometimes we get so caught up in the day-to-day activities of life that we forget to stop and breathe. So while I don't have the resources to take a vacation right now, nothing is stopping me from having a vacation at home.
So here's to a fun-filled week for us! We plan on going to a movie, playing games, and school in relaxed mode, and relaxing! I have many more projects on my list that I know I'll get done! (Including my taxes, yuck.) Hopefully I'll be able to get back into my exercise routine.
Now, I'm off to cross some stuff off my list...
3.19.2010
Friday Night Blues
My body is swollen and puffy. I'm up a few pounds--it's water, I have not cheated on my food. I have had one hell of a bad week. Still hurting. Today as I was doing laundry, I was bringing a basket up the stairs and I normally stack it on my side--that hurt. Halfway up the stairs I had to stop to rest, because with every step up I had pain.
This sucks.
This is not like cramps, this is very intense, double-me-over pain. It shoots. Sometimes it's just a major pain in the neck, but other times it's really bad--like this week.
This week stupid (me) also pulled a dumb stunt. (No, I'm not stupid unless I do something stupid.) One night that I couldn't sleep, I took my computer into the living room, sat it on my Transfirmer which is 14 inches high, and I cleaned my hard drive. I was clicking for a couple hours. My right hand was at a weird angle. The next morning I could not bend my hand and it was throbbing and swollen. I wore my wrist brace and that helped a lot. That night, Stupid (yeah, I was stupid again) wore the wrist brace to bed. The following morning, I woke up in extreme pain. My thumb. I couldn't move it at all. Took the brace off, poured myself a cup of coffee, took some Motrin, rested my thumb on the coffee cup. After a few minutes I could make mini circles with my thumb. Later in the day, all was well.
Ahem. It's one thing to have something going on (the lower-right quadrant pain) that I have no control over. It's a completely different ball game when I do stupid things to myself! In the words of Red Foreman, "Dumb Ass!" lol I'm laughing now, but sheesh. My hand is much better today, only slightly swollen.
I need to make a decision. I just completed 30 days of my "mini-pill" that I was prescribed. Do I try another month on the pill to see if we can get the ovulation stopped, or do I call the doctor next week and tell him I'm in pain again. He told me to call if I was in pain.
Thing is, I can't say why right now, but I won't be able to have surgery until April. (I'll share why in April.) So I'm torn on what to do.
I have not exercised all week. Hubby suggested I take the dogs for a walk. I explained I can't--one tug of a border collie will engage my core and I'll be doubling over. I have to stop and lean on the grocery cart when at Wal-Mart because this really takes every drop of energy I have.
I am just SO MAD. This is messing up my life so much. I just want to scream, punch the punching bag, and have a major temper tantrum. Other times I just want to cry with frustration. It hurts, damn it! There...mini tantrum.
Such is life. We have ups and downs. I miss working out. It has become a part of me like brushing my teeth. It feels so wrong when I can't. I feel so off. I'm still feeling very toxic--and that shows with my swelling. I have no idea what that is about or how that happened. I have slept more this week--reminds me of when I was at my highest weight. I slept then because I had to--I was so exhausted. That's how I've felt this week.
Shoot, this week anything that required reaching up or bending over I asked my son to do. I have gone about my daily grind, but not with as much gusto. Today I called a sick day with school. My son was very happy--he curled up on the couch and read some physics books all day long. I paid bills, worked on laundry, and tried my hardest to relax. It did help my spirits considerably. Of course I took a long nap as well.
And through it all, I must say my eating has been routine. The stress has not done me in. I still weigh everything I eat, I still watch my protein/fat and carbs. That's become routine. Triumph there. I'm not even craving things (chocolate) like I used to when stressed out. I have been very stressed. So I guess there really is a bright side.
I hate writing whiny posts, I really do--but this is my blog, my story--and this part of my health is a very important part of my journey. It's as important as the victories. We all struggle, we all have something going on--and I know I get so inspired when I read how well people do through their struggles. I'm not doing that well emotionally--I'm so frustrated--but the food is good.
Health is very important. This just reiterates that point. It sucks to be 44 years old and stopping in Wal-mart to rest--I feel like an old woman. Yes, I pretend to read a label on something, but in reality I am mortified.
I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend full of sunshine.
This sucks.
This is not like cramps, this is very intense, double-me-over pain. It shoots. Sometimes it's just a major pain in the neck, but other times it's really bad--like this week.
This week stupid (me) also pulled a dumb stunt. (No, I'm not stupid unless I do something stupid.) One night that I couldn't sleep, I took my computer into the living room, sat it on my Transfirmer which is 14 inches high, and I cleaned my hard drive. I was clicking for a couple hours. My right hand was at a weird angle. The next morning I could not bend my hand and it was throbbing and swollen. I wore my wrist brace and that helped a lot. That night, Stupid (yeah, I was stupid again) wore the wrist brace to bed. The following morning, I woke up in extreme pain. My thumb. I couldn't move it at all. Took the brace off, poured myself a cup of coffee, took some Motrin, rested my thumb on the coffee cup. After a few minutes I could make mini circles with my thumb. Later in the day, all was well.
Ahem. It's one thing to have something going on (the lower-right quadrant pain) that I have no control over. It's a completely different ball game when I do stupid things to myself! In the words of Red Foreman, "Dumb Ass!" lol I'm laughing now, but sheesh. My hand is much better today, only slightly swollen.
I need to make a decision. I just completed 30 days of my "mini-pill" that I was prescribed. Do I try another month on the pill to see if we can get the ovulation stopped, or do I call the doctor next week and tell him I'm in pain again. He told me to call if I was in pain.
Thing is, I can't say why right now, but I won't be able to have surgery until April. (I'll share why in April.) So I'm torn on what to do.
I have not exercised all week. Hubby suggested I take the dogs for a walk. I explained I can't--one tug of a border collie will engage my core and I'll be doubling over. I have to stop and lean on the grocery cart when at Wal-Mart because this really takes every drop of energy I have.
I am just SO MAD. This is messing up my life so much. I just want to scream, punch the punching bag, and have a major temper tantrum. Other times I just want to cry with frustration. It hurts, damn it! There...mini tantrum.
Such is life. We have ups and downs. I miss working out. It has become a part of me like brushing my teeth. It feels so wrong when I can't. I feel so off. I'm still feeling very toxic--and that shows with my swelling. I have no idea what that is about or how that happened. I have slept more this week--reminds me of when I was at my highest weight. I slept then because I had to--I was so exhausted. That's how I've felt this week.
Shoot, this week anything that required reaching up or bending over I asked my son to do. I have gone about my daily grind, but not with as much gusto. Today I called a sick day with school. My son was very happy--he curled up on the couch and read some physics books all day long. I paid bills, worked on laundry, and tried my hardest to relax. It did help my spirits considerably. Of course I took a long nap as well.
And through it all, I must say my eating has been routine. The stress has not done me in. I still weigh everything I eat, I still watch my protein/fat and carbs. That's become routine. Triumph there. I'm not even craving things (chocolate) like I used to when stressed out. I have been very stressed. So I guess there really is a bright side.
I hate writing whiny posts, I really do--but this is my blog, my story--and this part of my health is a very important part of my journey. It's as important as the victories. We all struggle, we all have something going on--and I know I get so inspired when I read how well people do through their struggles. I'm not doing that well emotionally--I'm so frustrated--but the food is good.
Health is very important. This just reiterates that point. It sucks to be 44 years old and stopping in Wal-mart to rest--I feel like an old woman. Yes, I pretend to read a label on something, but in reality I am mortified.
I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend full of sunshine.
3.17.2010
Exercise = Sleep
I didn't work out today. I didn't work out yesterday. Last night I was up until 3. Here it is almost 2 and I'm still wide eyed and bushy tailed.
Exercise is the cure to my insomnia. I think that's why I feel so toxic--I'm not sweating enough!
Why didn't I work out today? Madame Ovary was angry at me. After supper I was hurting so bad I passed out on the love seat. (I didn't literally pass out, I just fell asleep. lol) Could be another reason I'm wide eyed and bushy tailed now.
So...no pain, no gain. Today it was too intense to work out. There has to be something I can do when I'm hurting, though. I can't twist, I can't bend my right leg up (knee lift) and bending over hurts. So I could walk--but I don't want to walk outside because sometimes I get a surge and bend over. Sometimes I feel light headed. I have tried so hard to like Leslie Sansone, but I just--don't. Bouncing on the rebounder is out. Riding the Airdyne--no, as I have to bend my leg.
Oh, the horror of it all. I could probably do a light step routine as long as I don't bend my knee at a 90-degree angle. I just feel like my fitness is slipping away when Madame Ovary is being cruel. Tomorrow I'll play around if I'm hurting still. There just has to be something, and I'm smart, I can figure it out.
On a brighter note, I ordered Power 90 for my son. It arrived today. I had no problem sitting my lard as--no, my large--no, my butt down in front of the computer and watching the first disk. I liked it. It is much easier than P90X, but not easy. I actually liked the cardio portion of the first disk--enough that I will incorporate it in my routine. I liked the sculpting as well. So I'll work the whole thing into my "rotation." Rotation said loosely, of course.
Power 90 is perfect for my son. I don't think he'll like it because he doesn't like videos, yet Tony Horton teaches good form and it's a good routine. It moves fast. Plus it's "manly" enough, not girly at all. I even think DS will enjoy the cardio--as much as he can like prescribed cardio. As homeschoolers, physical education has always been being active, snow boarding, riding a bike, ice skating, sledding, walking the dogs, playing...now we get to take that up a notch and do real workouts. Of course he's a teenager now and he's old enough it's safer for him to do strength workouts. Power 90 averages 30 minutes per workout, which is perfect. Win, win, win. He starts tomorrow.
Planting the seed. Somehow I inspired my husband to work out. He's doing a fantastic job. That old saying about teaching by example...my son is definitely getting that! My son would pick up weights and do some moves now and then. He took an interest. Having Power 90 and a prescribed rotation should kick it up a notch for him, it will be a great learning tool, and my hope is that this will last him a lifetime. I've told him he only has one body and to learn to take care of it now.
I will help him the first few times so he learns proper form. I worry about knees and careless injuries. So he's not going to be happy, but mom is going to be vigilant about squats, lunges and proper from.
We're supposed to have some sunshine tomorrow afternoon. Crossing my fingers! We'll have to take a long walk.
Weight was still the same. I've always been a daily weigher...and I know that scale is not liking my lack of working out. Neither am I, I want some endorphines and sweat.
Thankful. When I have sh*tty days, like today, I really try to look deep and find things to be thankful for.
- I'm thankful for Power 90--so I don't have to come up with a program for my son.
- I'm thankful for my sweet son who is the joy of my life.
- I'm thankful that hubby cooked supper because when I got home from errands and picking DS up from art class, I was hurting. Hubby came through for me.
- I'm thankful for my puppies who always give me love.
- Thankful for my kitty who has decided that he absolutely needs to sit on my lap several times a day. Nothing like having a furry fluff ball purring to relax me.
- I'm thankful that it's warm and the snow is starting to melt. I can see grass in a few spots in our yard.
- I'm thankful for Liquid Plumr (sic) because my bath tub drain is sluggish. It always does the trick.
- Thankful for Wal-Mart because when I was hurting, I only had to go to one store to buy milk and Liquid Plumr.
- Thankful for my new bras that arrived today. They are so comfortable.
- And, of course, I'm thankful that the girls have shrunk enough that I needed to buy new bras in the first place!
3.16.2010
Noxious Toxic
That's how I feel: toxic. I haven't felt well for several days. My system, my body, just feels toxic. The ovary (whom I really should name, as I refer to it so much) has been giving me pains, although not bad, just annoying. My system feels unclean, like I need to fast and clear things out--yet I don't ever fast.
The sun has not shone in over a week. That is really starting to get to me. We aren't expected to have a full day of sunshine until this weekend. We usually keep all lights off except when we are in our school room working--yesterday I turned the lights on all over the house to brighten things up. It helped tremendously.
Exercise has been hit or miss because I haven't felt well.
Loved P90X but did ***not*** love being stuck in a routine, a set rotation, and I'm afraid that I'm just going to use certain disks according to my style. I do not look at this as a fail at all, I look at it as a win in that I know me well enough to know that the love of exercise will be stripped from me if I have to follow someone else's plan. For now. I plan on using the strength disks in P90X in my regular rotation. My regular rotation is strength three times a week with whatever cardio I want. I was missing my Cathe step tapes too much, as step is my thing. I was missing my Firms too much, as I love the Firm.
Now? All I need to do is feel better so that I can get back in my great routine.
I was only down a half pound this week. I blame that on going out of my exercise routine that was working so well, as I certainly ate within my calorie allotment. I think the key to weight loss, for me, is exercise. When I bumped things up consistently, the weight started coming off better. Have a screwy week? Get a screwy loss. Go figure.
I bought Power 90 for my son. He is ready to start working out, and I don't have the time, or desire to develop a routine for him. He doesn't have the desire to sit and read a book and come up with his own. So Power 90 is it because Tony Horton is a man, and not some prissy girl on one of mom's videos. lol The workouts are much shorter than P90X as well. And to start out, it's one strength DVD and once we've gone through it a couple times and he has his form down pat, he'll be able to do it on his own. I think it's a great introduction for him. And the benefit of buying Power 90 for him? I can use it, too. And I probably will. It is set to arrive today, and I'm anxious to watch and read the materials to learn the rotation. DS doesn't know better about rotations, he'll just do whatever. I'm a rebel, and do what I want to do. lol
Haven't had insomnia for a very long time. Last night I was awake until 3am. DS and I both overslept, and we're working on school at a fast and furious pace to catch up. We will get it done before he leaves for his art class.
Speaking of school, it's time for me to get back into teacher mode as he's done with his assignment. Plus, I need to fill up my water. Whenever I feel toxic, I drink lots of water.
Here's to hope: Hope for a good night's sleep, feeling better, and SUNSHINE.
p.s. I do hope to do an entire P90X rotation some day. I think timing is not right at the moment. I think I'd rather wait until I'm down in weight more. I enjoy doing doubles (working out twice a day) and that isn't the plan with P90X. So I'm going to stick with what works right now, and look forward to a P90X rotation to fine tune things later down the road.
The sun has not shone in over a week. That is really starting to get to me. We aren't expected to have a full day of sunshine until this weekend. We usually keep all lights off except when we are in our school room working--yesterday I turned the lights on all over the house to brighten things up. It helped tremendously.
Exercise has been hit or miss because I haven't felt well.
Loved P90X but did ***not*** love being stuck in a routine, a set rotation, and I'm afraid that I'm just going to use certain disks according to my style. I do not look at this as a fail at all, I look at it as a win in that I know me well enough to know that the love of exercise will be stripped from me if I have to follow someone else's plan. For now. I plan on using the strength disks in P90X in my regular rotation. My regular rotation is strength three times a week with whatever cardio I want. I was missing my Cathe step tapes too much, as step is my thing. I was missing my Firms too much, as I love the Firm.
Now? All I need to do is feel better so that I can get back in my great routine.
I was only down a half pound this week. I blame that on going out of my exercise routine that was working so well, as I certainly ate within my calorie allotment. I think the key to weight loss, for me, is exercise. When I bumped things up consistently, the weight started coming off better. Have a screwy week? Get a screwy loss. Go figure.
I bought Power 90 for my son. He is ready to start working out, and I don't have the time, or desire to develop a routine for him. He doesn't have the desire to sit and read a book and come up with his own. So Power 90 is it because Tony Horton is a man, and not some prissy girl on one of mom's videos. lol The workouts are much shorter than P90X as well. And to start out, it's one strength DVD and once we've gone through it a couple times and he has his form down pat, he'll be able to do it on his own. I think it's a great introduction for him. And the benefit of buying Power 90 for him? I can use it, too. And I probably will. It is set to arrive today, and I'm anxious to watch and read the materials to learn the rotation. DS doesn't know better about rotations, he'll just do whatever. I'm a rebel, and do what I want to do. lol
Haven't had insomnia for a very long time. Last night I was awake until 3am. DS and I both overslept, and we're working on school at a fast and furious pace to catch up. We will get it done before he leaves for his art class.
Speaking of school, it's time for me to get back into teacher mode as he's done with his assignment. Plus, I need to fill up my water. Whenever I feel toxic, I drink lots of water.
Here's to hope: Hope for a good night's sleep, feeling better, and SUNSHINE.
p.s. I do hope to do an entire P90X rotation some day. I think timing is not right at the moment. I think I'd rather wait until I'm down in weight more. I enjoy doing doubles (working out twice a day) and that isn't the plan with P90X. So I'm going to stick with what works right now, and look forward to a P90X rotation to fine tune things later down the road.
3.13.2010
My Friend Lindsey
I found a blog through a fitness site that I have been enjoying very much. She's a hidden treasure--she's got a great blog and she needs more followers. I thought I'd share her blog here because I really enjoy it.
Fitness For the Rest of Us
Please drop by and follow her!
I enjoy her blog because she reviews fitness videos and does so honestly. I always agree with her reviews when she reviews something I have. I've also purchased a couple based on her recommendations and have been very happy.
But that's not all! Lindsey also gives health tips, ranging from healthy foods to recipes to great ideas. She also shares bargains. Her blog is very well written, nicely organized, and a great read.
Lindsey is "one of us." She lost 90 pounds and has kept it off. She gave a testimonial for the Firm and she was also in The Firm's Wave video. (One of the few Firm sets I don't have, I'm not sure which she's in--maybe she'll let us know!) She's also been featured in Collage Video's catalog as a success story. Not only that, just recently she was featured in a special bridal edition of Shape Magazine!
In a nutshell, Lindsey is extremely inspirational. Visit and enjoy!
Fitness For the Rest of Us
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I enjoy her blog because she reviews fitness videos and does so honestly. I always agree with her reviews when she reviews something I have. I've also purchased a couple based on her recommendations and have been very happy.
But that's not all! Lindsey also gives health tips, ranging from healthy foods to recipes to great ideas. She also shares bargains. Her blog is very well written, nicely organized, and a great read.
Lindsey is "one of us." She lost 90 pounds and has kept it off. She gave a testimonial for the Firm and she was also in The Firm's Wave video. (One of the few Firm sets I don't have, I'm not sure which she's in--maybe she'll let us know!) She's also been featured in Collage Video's catalog as a success story. Not only that, just recently she was featured in a special bridal edition of Shape Magazine!
In a nutshell, Lindsey is extremely inspirational. Visit and enjoy!
3.09.2010
Figured It Out
Yesterday's mood has been figured out. Aunt Flo came to see me today. I didn't know if she would because of the pill, yet I knew I ovulated because I was having the pain. Sometimes I'm pretty dense! lol
I am really hopeful that next month I won't have the crazy hormones when I ovulate because hopefully I won't ovulate. The pill I'm on is taken the entire month and one has no Aunt Flo visiting. I have my fingers crossed for smooth hormone sailing from here on out.
I felt tons better today, but didn't get my workout in until late. All I have to say about P90X's legs: OUCH.
My exercise cords arrived along with the door strap. Worked beautifully. I used the 18-28 pound cords for the workout on the door, and even after backing up, I feel I need to use the next higher cords which are 28-40 pounds. The only thing was I had a bit of fear that the strap would come off and slap me in the face. It didn't. Hubby checked it out and said it was secure. I just need to trust that those things work.
I really hope tomorrow brings more peace and normality. I have tons to do and I want to fall back into my routine. Hubby is feeling much better, the meds are working. Still not 100%, but thankful to be better.
Life goes one. Some good days, some bad, some blah. And that's life, and I fully accept it all.
I am really hopeful that next month I won't have the crazy hormones when I ovulate because hopefully I won't ovulate. The pill I'm on is taken the entire month and one has no Aunt Flo visiting. I have my fingers crossed for smooth hormone sailing from here on out.
I felt tons better today, but didn't get my workout in until late. All I have to say about P90X's legs: OUCH.
My exercise cords arrived along with the door strap. Worked beautifully. I used the 18-28 pound cords for the workout on the door, and even after backing up, I feel I need to use the next higher cords which are 28-40 pounds. The only thing was I had a bit of fear that the strap would come off and slap me in the face. It didn't. Hubby checked it out and said it was secure. I just need to trust that those things work.
I really hope tomorrow brings more peace and normality. I have tons to do and I want to fall back into my routine. Hubby is feeling much better, the meds are working. Still not 100%, but thankful to be better.
Life goes one. Some good days, some bad, some blah. And that's life, and I fully accept it all.
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