Sqashy in body, squashy in mind, one woman attemts to shape up, firm up, and not loose her marbles in the process.
My fat cells? They can suck it. After months of having my dad’s treadmill sitting around my house, I got on it today and used it. Now I’m kinda hoping that he doesn’t come get it. It’s a great workout, and, thankfully, it fits in my bedroom now that I’ve re-arranged. No excuses now. I did just over a mile, which I know is kind of puny, but it’s my first day after a long hiatus… one I don’t plan on repeating.
Special thanks to Weezer (I know, so 90’s of me!) for rocking me through it.
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Cooking. I love having dinner on the table, but because I have to go out and get my husband off of the train to get him home, it’s tough to have it ready right when he comes in… leaving things in the oven is NOT something I’m super comfy doing, even for the twenty minute drive to get him. I’ve started preparing a little a head of time, leaving to go get him, and then turning everything on as soon as we walk in the door.
Thank goodness he’s easy to feed! I can give him the same thing over and over, and he’ll be really happy (especially if it’s covered in barbecue sauce!)
Our lifestyle is so scattered sometimes, though, that it’s difficult to always have something ready. We have friends who want to see us, and we HATE saying “no”, even to last minute invitations. Friends will ALWAYS come before dinner around here, meaning that sometimes the elaborate dinner I had planned turns into a handful of pretzels and a banana. Also, sometimes there is last minute band practice that the husband needs to get to, or I’ve gotten caught up shopping or helping someone with something that dinner gets put to the back burner (pun!)
I’m thinking about making a dinner or two, and having that stashed in the freezer for such times. I think meatloaf will freeze well, and we always have frozen veggies that cook up quickly. I usually don’t make a side dish other than noodles, rice or potatoes; maybe I can freeze the mashed potatoes? Yup.
Cool.
Samba attempted. Samba failed. I am never going to be thin if I can’t find a workout that I feel confident doing.
Dude.
After spending yesterday driving around certain parts of NYC and realizing that everything is RIDICULOUSLY expensive and we’ll probably have to downgrade the house size if we move, I’m exhausted. It’s a national holiday today, so I’m taking the day off of “work”. We have leftovers, the laundry can wait until tomorrow, and, um, who needs to wear normal clothes? Sweats will do. There’s Tivo to catch up on, and it’s SO. COLD.
I did make it to the dentist, so this day is not a total waste.
Food thus far today: Oh my goodness. 2 leftover cupcakes for breakfast, and popcorn and cheese for lunch. Time to go grocery shopping.
This is the world’s worst case of “the Mondays”.
I bought this yesterday on a total whim at Target and, since the husband was at an industry meeting, I had time to attempt it without embarrassment.
The good part is that the DVD is fully customizable. You can do the warm-up and then pick and choose what dances you would like to attempt, or you can “select all” and let the full, hour long work out play. This gives
you a variety of dances to choose from, and some are easier than others. Also, the music is upbeat (although kind of corny) and if you like to dance (I do!) it’s a really fun workout.
The downside is that it’s really corny, and I alternate between getting into the video and mocking it. The over-sincere, ridiculously perky and flawlessly beautiful people moving fluidly to the over-produced music make it a little hard to swallow. Maybe, though, that’s just the “Curse of Workout Videos”. Also, they use dance terms to describe the moves frequently, which makes it difficult to follow along if you’ve never taken a dance class. They also move too quickly; once I figured out how to sort-of do a dance move, they had moved on. A few more times through, though, I expect I’ll be tearing it up.
Mostly, though, I dig it. I’ve spotted some moves that I plan on busting out when I’m out dancing! It’s a good workout if you’re not looking for something REALLY strenuous, and I’m not.
I find getting super winded discourages me, and concerns me; I don’t have a good gage of what is “working hard” and what is “working too hard”, and I’m scared of hurting myself. I don’t know if that’s a valid fear or not, but with no personal trainer to cheer me on and keep an eye on me, I’d rather not find out the hard way. Or maybe I’m being a weenie.
The “squashy” (lazy) housewife is finally breaking out of the “foreverly dirty” house syndrome! Every day, I’m resolved to cleaning something that is in desperate need. It’s sad that, being home full-time for three months now, I still have REALLY dirty things that need TLC. The reason is that I just got so overwhelmed by my house being in disarray, not knowing where to start, that I just didn’t do anything. I kind of broke out of that. The living room is spiffy, and today I cleaned the bathroom really well. Those “dark grey foot grips” in the tub are actually white, and practically invisible! That means that I have been standing on grimyness every time I’ve showered since I moved into this house. EWWWWWW! Barkeepers Friend helped a lot with scrubbing it out. I didn’t want to use it all up, though, so I opted for baking soda to finish the job. It got a lot out, but not everything, so I’m sucking it up and using Barkeepers Friend again. But tomorrow. I just can’t do any more today.
I also dusted the vanity lights and the top of the mirrors in the bathroom. Then I cleaned the ceiling, which had some sort of weird, orange goo on it; possibly mold. And hair. HAIR! ON THE CEILING! I have no idea how it go there. I cleaned the sink and can, too, and now the bathroom smells lavender fresh, thanks to Method all-purpose cleaner, which you can buy at Target in many different scents.
The husband said I slept badly all night, tossing and turning. Is this because I did hard-core pilates workout yesterday? I can’t imagine it is, but maybe I’m sore, and that’s why? I did have a lot of sugar yesterday, too; my girlfriend made a cake to celebrate a friend’s anniversary, and instead of one piece, I ate two. I have no idea why! It was just… sitting there. Being delicious. And I ate it without really thinking about it. That’s FRIGHTENING. No wonder I’m not loosing weight (although I’m def. getting more toned; I do sit-ups and arm exercises, so the tone is there.)
No more delicious cake for me. Cake is good now, fat is bad for a loooong time. Remember that, self!
Winsor pilates. Not easy. Just sayin’. My stomach is chubby, so the bendy sort of moves are difficult. The fat literally gets in the way. It’s ironic, because I feel the fattest during exercise. It gets easier as time goes on, and some days it’s better than others.
The alternative: Being fat. Being weak. Heart disease.
Hey, I’ll take the embarrassment now and eventual stellar bod over cardiac arrest at forty-five.
Good: going to the dog park. It was exercise for everyone, and, of course, dogs and their tendency to befriend you forever after two seconds makes anyone feel good.
Bad: Mozz. sticks for dinner.
Tomorrow will be healthier.
I’m starting this blog to help myself get into shape. I want to loose weight, and I want to loose these hips, but I want so much more, too. I want to walk two miles and not think twice about it. I want to open jars easily, bend over effortlessly and not ache. I want to walk into the devastatingly cute boutique shops in Manhattan that I can, for the first time in my life, afford, and not worry about not finding anything that fits me. I want to look the way the rest of my life feels: fabulous. I have the world’s most amazing husband (Seriously. You can look it up. I have the certificate and everything.) We have a beautiful house, great friends, plenty of money, lovable dogs, close extended family, and a rock-solid marriage.
I just want rock solid abs, too.
