You know how sometimes you can get carried away worrying about things that are out of your control? You know, the price of gas, the price of groceries, irrational fears taking over, etc. etc.? Those things are things that you have absolutely no control over. And I must say, depending on whom you talk to, some may think we have no control over anything and a higher power is in charge, but I think that is a completely different topic and way more complex than a blog about me eating and jiggling my fat can really hash out.
We all have probably been to that point of worrying about things we cannot change instead of focusing on the things we CAN change. Some people tend to dwell on the effort and work involved in starting a workout regimen instead of finding the smaller portions to make it happen. I'm here to tell you that you CAN change yourself, no matter how old or young you may be. You CAN do it. Whether it is the way you think, treat people, act or what you may or may not be doing.
My previous post was about me taking dance lessons. This was in my adult life. You gotta get past the idea that you are going to be stellar and awesome at everything you do and thinking that it is a bad thing to try out new things and not be so great at it. Something happens as you get older where you don't put yourself in situations to make an ass out of yourself publicly...as much. But how are you ever going to know if you truly like something or if something fits you if you never try something new?
START SMALL - check out something that is reasonable in price and is something outside of your comfort zone. One of my part-time PICs posts frequently on FaceBook about stepping outside of your comfort zone. There is a lot to be said about this statement and I am soooooooooooo going to say all that I have to say about it. Read on, I know you want to.
In the past, I would consistently stay within the things that didn't scare me. Hey! At least I was consistent!!!!!!! Anyhoo, I wouldn't venture out of what I knew how to do and what was familiar to me. I'm not sure if I was afraid to fail, afraid to make an ass out of myself, afraid that I would injure myself, I don't know what exactly. Example would be when I would see the Insanity or P90X infomercials, I had it in my head that it was way too hard for me and that there was no way I could do it. Once my BeachBody friend recommended TurboFire to me and I got it and first read through the warning at the beginning of each DVD, I was really scared. I thought to myself, "holy balls, what am I getting myself into?" Then, I talked myself down by saying, "why can't you do this, Trish? You have already 'mastered' the stuff you have at home, why can't this be the next?" It wasn't until I was knee-deep in TurboFire that I found out that TurboFire is in the same "advanced" category as P90X and Insanity. Being knee-deep and loving it, I started to look at those infomercials a little differently. I started seeing them as new challenges and skills to master rather than being intimidating and something I couldn't ever achieve. I began looking at those infomercials as the "next step" rather than a goal I would never see. Funny how you can change your own mind, right? I changed my own frame of mind and my own thoughts by doing what was uncomfortable for me at first. Then, it became familiar. Really, wasn't there a time when the familiar was unfamiliar? I think so, we just forget that unfamiliar time once it becomes rote and familiar.
What are my typing-happy fingers trying to tell you? What exactly am I trying to say? I'm saying, you can do whatever you set your mind to. You can change your mind. You can change your frame of thought. You can change you. After all, YOU are the only one that can change you. No amount of blogging that I do can change you. You have to want it to make the change. So, cue "Man in the Mirror" by Michael Jackson and make a change for once in your life, it's gonna feel real good, gonna make a difference.
Signing off for now, to all of you near and far and to those of you with "Man in the Mirror" stuck in your head, SHAMON! SHAMON! WOO! WOO! WOO! until next time...
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Insanity Days 7, 8, 9 and 10
Day 7
Sundays are "rest" days for Insanity. Bonus for me since Sundays are also my free days. It was a rough weekend, so the extra rest day was welcome. However, in true Trisha style, I will be doing something else on Sundays to get my workout in. Already looking forward to it so I can workout with Ty.
Day 8
Today was a repeat of a class last week. It was Cardio Power and Resistance. I am already seeing a ton of improvement in myself. That really does help the motivation. Note to anyone wanting to know: this is the one where Shaun T starts out wearing a long sleeved shirt and takes it off mid-workout. The man is ripped. Yuck. (that is for Brett and my cousins Adam and Amanda if they happen to be reading this. Tee hee.)
I will also confess that after this weekend's craziness (Ty got sick, long story, very short for now), I DID crawl back into bed when I woke at 4:14 a minute before my alarm went off. I am so glad my brain kicked in and made it impossible for me to sleep and was literally screaming at me to get my ass out of bed and workout. I am glad that I did it. I would have regretted it if I didn't get up. It is now 5:30, workout is complete, a load of laundry switched out, coffee made, diaper bag packed and I am blogging about it. Talk about a productive morning!
I am on another round of antibiotics and am not supposed to have calcium within two hours of taking the pill. This is unfortunate because I am not taking my usual protein shake with milk, but instead am opting for a protein bar with less calcium. For some reason, my body doesn't like chewing this early in the morning. It is making for an interesting ten minutes.
Day 9
We are going to forget that today happened. My alarm didn't go off today. Funny how yesterday I woke up before it went off and today I just kept on sleeping.
I walked during breaks at work and that's about it.
I am back on the horse tomorrow. Getting my head in the game. Tomorrow. Just more proof for you all that, contrary to public belief, I am NOT superhuman. Except when I wear my Wonder Woman shirt, then the gloves are off. I admit, I ate more Doritos today than anyone should in a month. Nice.
Day 10
Since I missed yesterday's workout, I did it today. Plyometric Cardio. This is the same as workout #2 last week. Out of breath and muscle fatigue set in. My brain wants me to keep going, but my body just can't seem to join the club.
I give it my best, but find myself upset that I didn't do better. Confession: as I have a coughing fit, am incredibly sweaty and feeling a little like the control I usually have over my body is taking a break, I once again wet my pants. Yes. I did. Another reason for me to not join a gym. I don't think I would magically stop whizzing my pants if I joined a gym. I think my body just gets confused during high intensity workouts.
Signing off for now, to all of you near and far and to those of you whizzing your pants, until next time...
Sundays are "rest" days for Insanity. Bonus for me since Sundays are also my free days. It was a rough weekend, so the extra rest day was welcome. However, in true Trisha style, I will be doing something else on Sundays to get my workout in. Already looking forward to it so I can workout with Ty.
Day 8
Today was a repeat of a class last week. It was Cardio Power and Resistance. I am already seeing a ton of improvement in myself. That really does help the motivation. Note to anyone wanting to know: this is the one where Shaun T starts out wearing a long sleeved shirt and takes it off mid-workout. The man is ripped. Yuck. (that is for Brett and my cousins Adam and Amanda if they happen to be reading this. Tee hee.)
I will also confess that after this weekend's craziness (Ty got sick, long story, very short for now), I DID crawl back into bed when I woke at 4:14 a minute before my alarm went off. I am so glad my brain kicked in and made it impossible for me to sleep and was literally screaming at me to get my ass out of bed and workout. I am glad that I did it. I would have regretted it if I didn't get up. It is now 5:30, workout is complete, a load of laundry switched out, coffee made, diaper bag packed and I am blogging about it. Talk about a productive morning!
I am on another round of antibiotics and am not supposed to have calcium within two hours of taking the pill. This is unfortunate because I am not taking my usual protein shake with milk, but instead am opting for a protein bar with less calcium. For some reason, my body doesn't like chewing this early in the morning. It is making for an interesting ten minutes.
Day 9
We are going to forget that today happened. My alarm didn't go off today. Funny how yesterday I woke up before it went off and today I just kept on sleeping.
I walked during breaks at work and that's about it.
I am back on the horse tomorrow. Getting my head in the game. Tomorrow. Just more proof for you all that, contrary to public belief, I am NOT superhuman. Except when I wear my Wonder Woman shirt, then the gloves are off. I admit, I ate more Doritos today than anyone should in a month. Nice.
Day 10
Since I missed yesterday's workout, I did it today. Plyometric Cardio. This is the same as workout #2 last week. Out of breath and muscle fatigue set in. My brain wants me to keep going, but my body just can't seem to join the club.
I give it my best, but find myself upset that I didn't do better. Confession: as I have a coughing fit, am incredibly sweaty and feeling a little like the control I usually have over my body is taking a break, I once again wet my pants. Yes. I did. Another reason for me to not join a gym. I don't think I would magically stop whizzing my pants if I joined a gym. I think my body just gets confused during high intensity workouts.
Signing off for now, to all of you near and far and to those of you whizzing your pants, until next time...
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
While We're Talking About Hair
As I was typing my previous post about my Liberty Bell hairdo, I remembered a couple other times that I had some horrendous hair mishaps. No, I'm not talking about my 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade or 7th grade hairdos. Those don't count. I'm talking in my adult life. And no, I'm not talking about the senior year cheerleading picture, either.
When I was in college, I was sitting at home watching Lifetime movies and the star of the movie I was watching had the CUTEST haircut EVER. She had long layers and it just looked so nice. Having the same face shape as yours truly, I thought that would be a nice, subtle change-up with my current cut, which was just long and long. I wasted no time in heading to the mall to a Regis salon. I was met by a middle-aged woman and I described what it was that I wanted to do, having the shortest layers being about the bottom of my ear length when dry, the rest would be longer yet and just a trim off the bottom. She sounded and looked like she understood what I was saying. She shampooed and conditioned my hair and divided my hair up and used clips to hold chunks of hair out of the way.
She started with the front right quadrant of my head. I was not totally facing the mirror, but could tell once she started to cut that something wasn't right. She lopped off about 6 inches to bring the front quarter of my hair butt up against my earlobe. I exclaimed, "WAIT! What are you doing?!" She said, "isn't this what you said you wanted?" I said, "NO!" And that's when I began to cry. She whispered in my ear as I am sobbing, "this was just a miscommunication." Ummmmmmm, no shit?! She proceeds to ask ME how she wants me to fix my hair!!! Yes, you, the professional, ask the woman sitting in your chair in hysterics how YOU should "fix" her hair. I'm crying and in between sobs I say, "I don't know! How do you fix something like this!?!"
Well, let me tell you how she "fixed" it. She gave me a mullet. Yes, a mullet. No, I'm not making it up. Granted, it was what I would envision someone who is trying to grow their mullet out would look like. The front quarters of my hair were at least 6 inches shorter than the back half of my head. Nope, not joking. It was awful. I got a 10% discount for that cut, which, by the way was the same discount as my student discount.
I left the salon and had to pass through the store my now brother-in-law worked. Fortunately/unfortunately, he was working as I passed through looking like I had just heard the saddest news on the planet. He stopped me and wanted to know what was going on. I had just stopped crying, but upon having to rehash the horror, I said, again sobbing, in the middle of Scheels, "Jay, I got a haircut and I ended up with a MULLET!" He immediately starts to laugh and says, "Come on, it can't be THAT bad!" I pulled the ponytail holder out of my hair to reveal the mulletude. Me, still crying. In the middle of Scheels. He says, "Oh. Oh, man." He is again laughing and says, "Wow, Trish, when I saw you crying, I thought your Sunny had died or something!" I said, "Jay! This is SERIOUS! I. Have. A. Mullet!! I have to go." I abruptly left the store and headed for home. In the meantime, Jay called Brett to give him a heads up on the situation.
I arrive home to have Brett react almost the same way, but have some sort of compassion for my outburst of emotion for the trauma of sporting a mullet in the new millennium. No one should have to do that. No one.
The next day, I called the salon, spoke to a manager, who told me to come in immediately and she would fix it AND refund my money. She completely understood what having a mullet meant to me. I went, she fixed, I lived to tell about it.
I might as well give you the synopsis of the last mishap with my hair. It was 2 months before our wedding, I colored my hair at home, which I had done a million times over. This time, however, the dye left a red stripe all around my head like a very strange halo. It was two inches from the roots and was a stripe about 3 inches wide. ALL THE WAY around my head. For the next two months before our wedding, I had to go to a salon twice a week for three weeks, then once a week for 3 weeks to have my hair stripped and detoxed only to have it dyed again days before the wedding. That was over 300 dollars worth of "oopsie." Never happened again after that. Odd it HAD to happen right before I was about to get married. Go figure.
Signing off for now, to all of you near and far and to those of you really wondering how I don't have my own sitcom, until next time...
When I was in college, I was sitting at home watching Lifetime movies and the star of the movie I was watching had the CUTEST haircut EVER. She had long layers and it just looked so nice. Having the same face shape as yours truly, I thought that would be a nice, subtle change-up with my current cut, which was just long and long. I wasted no time in heading to the mall to a Regis salon. I was met by a middle-aged woman and I described what it was that I wanted to do, having the shortest layers being about the bottom of my ear length when dry, the rest would be longer yet and just a trim off the bottom. She sounded and looked like she understood what I was saying. She shampooed and conditioned my hair and divided my hair up and used clips to hold chunks of hair out of the way.
She started with the front right quadrant of my head. I was not totally facing the mirror, but could tell once she started to cut that something wasn't right. She lopped off about 6 inches to bring the front quarter of my hair butt up against my earlobe. I exclaimed, "WAIT! What are you doing?!" She said, "isn't this what you said you wanted?" I said, "NO!" And that's when I began to cry. She whispered in my ear as I am sobbing, "this was just a miscommunication." Ummmmmmm, no shit?! She proceeds to ask ME how she wants me to fix my hair!!! Yes, you, the professional, ask the woman sitting in your chair in hysterics how YOU should "fix" her hair. I'm crying and in between sobs I say, "I don't know! How do you fix something like this!?!"
Well, let me tell you how she "fixed" it. She gave me a mullet. Yes, a mullet. No, I'm not making it up. Granted, it was what I would envision someone who is trying to grow their mullet out would look like. The front quarters of my hair were at least 6 inches shorter than the back half of my head. Nope, not joking. It was awful. I got a 10% discount for that cut, which, by the way was the same discount as my student discount.
I left the salon and had to pass through the store my now brother-in-law worked. Fortunately/unfortunately, he was working as I passed through looking like I had just heard the saddest news on the planet. He stopped me and wanted to know what was going on. I had just stopped crying, but upon having to rehash the horror, I said, again sobbing, in the middle of Scheels, "Jay, I got a haircut and I ended up with a MULLET!" He immediately starts to laugh and says, "Come on, it can't be THAT bad!" I pulled the ponytail holder out of my hair to reveal the mulletude. Me, still crying. In the middle of Scheels. He says, "Oh. Oh, man." He is again laughing and says, "Wow, Trish, when I saw you crying, I thought your Sunny had died or something!" I said, "Jay! This is SERIOUS! I. Have. A. Mullet!! I have to go." I abruptly left the store and headed for home. In the meantime, Jay called Brett to give him a heads up on the situation.
I arrive home to have Brett react almost the same way, but have some sort of compassion for my outburst of emotion for the trauma of sporting a mullet in the new millennium. No one should have to do that. No one.
The next day, I called the salon, spoke to a manager, who told me to come in immediately and she would fix it AND refund my money. She completely understood what having a mullet meant to me. I went, she fixed, I lived to tell about it.
I might as well give you the synopsis of the last mishap with my hair. It was 2 months before our wedding, I colored my hair at home, which I had done a million times over. This time, however, the dye left a red stripe all around my head like a very strange halo. It was two inches from the roots and was a stripe about 3 inches wide. ALL THE WAY around my head. For the next two months before our wedding, I had to go to a salon twice a week for three weeks, then once a week for 3 weeks to have my hair stripped and detoxed only to have it dyed again days before the wedding. That was over 300 dollars worth of "oopsie." Never happened again after that. Odd it HAD to happen right before I was about to get married. Go figure.
Signing off for now, to all of you near and far and to those of you really wondering how I don't have my own sitcom, until next time...
Monday, May 21, 2012
The Things You Do for Family
My sister-in-law is a hair stylist. Let me also preface this with the fact that she has been a stylist for some time now and this is an old story that I am telling because it makes my sister-in-law laugh until she is crying because only up until this year, 2012, did I confess to her what truly happened that day.
When she was first in Cosmetology school, which was over ten years ago now, she needed to have people come in and get their hair cut so she could be graded. This was before she was technically my sister-in-law because Brett and I wouldn't be married until the next summer. I had never been afraid of getting my hair cut because my mantra was always, "it will grow back!" Just take a look at my senior year of high school cheerleading pictures. Eek. Anyhoo, Brett was a little worried about me letting her cut my hair and kept asking me if I was sure if I wanted to let her do this. I had longer hair, past my shoulders and told him, "it will be fine! It will grow back!"
So, I happily agree to let her cut my hair and we set a date and time. I remember having to request a half day of vacation that day because I commuted to DSM for work at the time. My appointment was at 11. I was thinking that I would go, get my hair cut and have a couple hours to burn doing something fun afterwards. I can't recall if it was before Christmas or right before New Year's that this appointment was in the books. Either way, it was December.
I arrive at the appointment, get my hair washed and conditioned. I sit down in the chair and tell her that I think a shorter cut, right about shoulder length would be good. Nothing fancy because I'm a wash and wear type of gal. She gets to cutting. And she cuts. And cuts. And cuts. No, she's not cutting off a lot, she's just extremely slow because she is just learning how to do all of this stuff. No biggie. Two and a half hours go by and she finally starts to finish up and begins to style it.
As she styles it, I try not to stare at what has become of my hair. There really is no turning back now. She styles and has to cut a couple more strands to even things up. She goes and gets her instructor for her to take a look at the finished product.
Instructor to me: Looks nice! Do you like it?
Me: YES! It is SO COOL! I LOVE IT!!! (yes, I was enthusiastic and genuine about it because, after all, this was my future sister in law's future career and did I mention my future sister in law?)
Instructor: Yes! It is a GREAT holiday cut.
Me: Umm hmm! (with a smile)
Okay, when I went in there, my hair was long, layered and easy to manage. When I left there, my hair was cut like a bell. Yes, a bell. Like the Liberty Bell. It was a little longer than chin length and it flipped up hardcore. Over three hours in the salon, too!!
When Brett came home and saw what had become of my experience at the salon with his sister, he encouraged me to tell her that she should fix it. I told him there was no way in hell I was going to say a thing to her because she was so nervous and trying so hard that I wasn't going to say a word. Plus, there was really nothing she could do to fix it at this time. Only time would prove to be the best thing to fix this. I wore the bell. I wore the Liberty Bell until it grew out. I didn't let my sister-in-law cut my hair again until she graduated. She asked a couple of times and I kindly said, "I would be happy to let you cut my hair when you are done with school!" She wasn't a fan of that answer.
It is 2012 and I finally tell my sister-in-law why I wouldn't let her cut my hair again. She laughed so hard and couldn't believe I sported the Liberty Bell until it grew out and I never told her that I didn't like it. The things we do for love. This is the same sister-in-law that I had to enlist to help me "fix" the unfixable when I had to cut a chunk of my hair out due to the lemon sucker slapped in my hair (refer to previous post regarding taking Ty to the doctor). I am still growing that gem out. It's hot. Really hot.
Signing off for now, to all of you near and far and to those of you that have had a bad haircut or two in your lifetime, until next time. . .
When she was first in Cosmetology school, which was over ten years ago now, she needed to have people come in and get their hair cut so she could be graded. This was before she was technically my sister-in-law because Brett and I wouldn't be married until the next summer. I had never been afraid of getting my hair cut because my mantra was always, "it will grow back!" Just take a look at my senior year of high school cheerleading pictures. Eek. Anyhoo, Brett was a little worried about me letting her cut my hair and kept asking me if I was sure if I wanted to let her do this. I had longer hair, past my shoulders and told him, "it will be fine! It will grow back!"
So, I happily agree to let her cut my hair and we set a date and time. I remember having to request a half day of vacation that day because I commuted to DSM for work at the time. My appointment was at 11. I was thinking that I would go, get my hair cut and have a couple hours to burn doing something fun afterwards. I can't recall if it was before Christmas or right before New Year's that this appointment was in the books. Either way, it was December.
I arrive at the appointment, get my hair washed and conditioned. I sit down in the chair and tell her that I think a shorter cut, right about shoulder length would be good. Nothing fancy because I'm a wash and wear type of gal. She gets to cutting. And she cuts. And cuts. And cuts. No, she's not cutting off a lot, she's just extremely slow because she is just learning how to do all of this stuff. No biggie. Two and a half hours go by and she finally starts to finish up and begins to style it.
As she styles it, I try not to stare at what has become of my hair. There really is no turning back now. She styles and has to cut a couple more strands to even things up. She goes and gets her instructor for her to take a look at the finished product.
Instructor to me: Looks nice! Do you like it?
Me: YES! It is SO COOL! I LOVE IT!!! (yes, I was enthusiastic and genuine about it because, after all, this was my future sister in law's future career and did I mention my future sister in law?)
Instructor: Yes! It is a GREAT holiday cut.
Me: Umm hmm! (with a smile)
Okay, when I went in there, my hair was long, layered and easy to manage. When I left there, my hair was cut like a bell. Yes, a bell. Like the Liberty Bell. It was a little longer than chin length and it flipped up hardcore. Over three hours in the salon, too!!
When Brett came home and saw what had become of my experience at the salon with his sister, he encouraged me to tell her that she should fix it. I told him there was no way in hell I was going to say a thing to her because she was so nervous and trying so hard that I wasn't going to say a word. Plus, there was really nothing she could do to fix it at this time. Only time would prove to be the best thing to fix this. I wore the bell. I wore the Liberty Bell until it grew out. I didn't let my sister-in-law cut my hair again until she graduated. She asked a couple of times and I kindly said, "I would be happy to let you cut my hair when you are done with school!" She wasn't a fan of that answer.
It is 2012 and I finally tell my sister-in-law why I wouldn't let her cut my hair again. She laughed so hard and couldn't believe I sported the Liberty Bell until it grew out and I never told her that I didn't like it. The things we do for love. This is the same sister-in-law that I had to enlist to help me "fix" the unfixable when I had to cut a chunk of my hair out due to the lemon sucker slapped in my hair (refer to previous post regarding taking Ty to the doctor). I am still growing that gem out. It's hot. Really hot.
Signing off for now, to all of you near and far and to those of you that have had a bad haircut or two in your lifetime, until next time. . .
Insanity Days 4, 5 and 6
Day 4
Soreness in my right calf didn't even matter today. It was a Cardio Recovery class today. It reminds me of Chalene's Stretch 40 class. It is a fast-paced yoga class...more or less.
I don't want to be a Negative Nelly, but as welcome as this change of pace may be for some, I really don't like these classes very much. I would much rather be jumping around, out of breath and sweating like crazy. I do, however, understand that there is probably a reason for these (extended stretching for more pliable muscles, increasing flexibility and toning and sculpting purposes), but it doesn't make me enjoy it more. This coming from someone that used to do yoga daily. I need to find a way to get past the dread I already feel of doing Cardio Recovery again.
I did sweat today, just not as much as I would if I were doing cardio. Looking forward to jumping back into it tomorrow. Bad pun intended.
I have decided that I need mirrors on my workout area so I can see how my form holds up. I'm pretty sure Brett will not be down with the mirrors.
Day 5
My wish came true. Pure Cardio today rocked my world. And when I say "rocked my world" what I mean is that I was so sweaty, I had to take my shirt off. It was not pretty. Me sans shirt, that is. The sweat was beautiful.
My coordination is not that great at 4:30 in the morning. If I get the chance sometime this weekend, I want to try Insanity in the evening to see how much better I can execute the moves.
I had to stop the DVD and stretch twice because my quads and calf muscles were so tight. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to finish because I couldn't pick my legs up.
I finished even though Shaun T said something about skipping ahead to the cool down if you needed to. I noticed that my obliques are sore today. I do like that I feel something because it is the confirmation I need to say that this is working.
I find switch kicks almost impossible to do for some reason. Impossible because my feet aren't getting off the ground very far. Sounds like a goal to me!!!!
Day 6
Didn't get to do day 6. Have still been battling the bronchitis and am on round two of antibiotics and have an inhaler!! Yesssssssss. Not really.
And although I was not able to complete the sixth day, I still lost over two pounds. Yessssssssss! Really!
Signing off for now, to all of you near and far and to those of you still thinking about doing Insanity, until next time....
Soreness in my right calf didn't even matter today. It was a Cardio Recovery class today. It reminds me of Chalene's Stretch 40 class. It is a fast-paced yoga class...more or less.
I don't want to be a Negative Nelly, but as welcome as this change of pace may be for some, I really don't like these classes very much. I would much rather be jumping around, out of breath and sweating like crazy. I do, however, understand that there is probably a reason for these (extended stretching for more pliable muscles, increasing flexibility and toning and sculpting purposes), but it doesn't make me enjoy it more. This coming from someone that used to do yoga daily. I need to find a way to get past the dread I already feel of doing Cardio Recovery again.
I did sweat today, just not as much as I would if I were doing cardio. Looking forward to jumping back into it tomorrow. Bad pun intended.
I have decided that I need mirrors on my workout area so I can see how my form holds up. I'm pretty sure Brett will not be down with the mirrors.
Day 5
My wish came true. Pure Cardio today rocked my world. And when I say "rocked my world" what I mean is that I was so sweaty, I had to take my shirt off. It was not pretty. Me sans shirt, that is. The sweat was beautiful.
My coordination is not that great at 4:30 in the morning. If I get the chance sometime this weekend, I want to try Insanity in the evening to see how much better I can execute the moves.
I had to stop the DVD and stretch twice because my quads and calf muscles were so tight. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to finish because I couldn't pick my legs up.
I finished even though Shaun T said something about skipping ahead to the cool down if you needed to. I noticed that my obliques are sore today. I do like that I feel something because it is the confirmation I need to say that this is working.
I find switch kicks almost impossible to do for some reason. Impossible because my feet aren't getting off the ground very far. Sounds like a goal to me!!!!
Day 6
Didn't get to do day 6. Have still been battling the bronchitis and am on round two of antibiotics and have an inhaler!! Yesssssssss. Not really.
And although I was not able to complete the sixth day, I still lost over two pounds. Yessssssssss! Really!
Signing off for now, to all of you near and far and to those of you still thinking about doing Insanity, until next time....
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Corn Dogs and VitaTops
I was incredibly pleased to see that VitaTops were on sale for 2 for $7.00 at Target this past week. I was not very pleased to see that they were very picked over. I was extremely pleased to see that they now carry the Banana Choco Chip flavor. I was not pleased to see that they hadn't restocked 3 days after I bought the last 4 boxes.
The Banana Choco Chip are now my favorite flavor. They trump my Deep Chocolate flavor, hands down. Love them. Preservative-free, loaded with flavor, filling, low calorie and the nutritional value is phenomenal for a little muffin top. (Not to be confused with the muffin top hanging over the top of my pants) I love these VitaTops. Great breakfast snack!
I may or may not have mentioned MorningStar Farms. These are vegetarian foods sold in the freezer section. I am not a vegetarian, however I do appreciate vegetarian cuisine. I especially appreciate the MorningStar Farms products not only for their taste and flavor, but their nutritional value as well. In the world of calorie counting, I can eat more of the MorningStar Farms (if I want/need to) for the same amount as one serving of non-vegetarian foods. I am quite fond of their veggie corn dogs. They are really really good. They are 150 calories per corn dog. They really do taste great. I did try their mini veggie corn dogs, but I was not fond of these. I tried them a couple of times to see if it was me and the preparation. Nope, they were rubbery and didn't get crunchy like the veggie corn dogs. I stopped trying them after the 4th time. MorningStar also makes chick'n patties. These are pretty good as well. I have fallen in love with a couple newer products. They now make a "bacon" egg and cheese and a "sausage" egg and cheese breakfast biscuit. These are packed with flavor and so filling. I love these. LOVE these!
If you haven't given either of these brands a try, give them a shot! See what you think because you don't have to take my word for it! (loosely quoted from Levar Burton on "Reading Rainbow")
Signing off for now, to all of you near and far and to those of you with the "Reading Rainbow" song in your head, until next time...
The Banana Choco Chip are now my favorite flavor. They trump my Deep Chocolate flavor, hands down. Love them. Preservative-free, loaded with flavor, filling, low calorie and the nutritional value is phenomenal for a little muffin top. (Not to be confused with the muffin top hanging over the top of my pants) I love these VitaTops. Great breakfast snack!
I may or may not have mentioned MorningStar Farms. These are vegetarian foods sold in the freezer section. I am not a vegetarian, however I do appreciate vegetarian cuisine. I especially appreciate the MorningStar Farms products not only for their taste and flavor, but their nutritional value as well. In the world of calorie counting, I can eat more of the MorningStar Farms (if I want/need to) for the same amount as one serving of non-vegetarian foods. I am quite fond of their veggie corn dogs. They are really really good. They are 150 calories per corn dog. They really do taste great. I did try their mini veggie corn dogs, but I was not fond of these. I tried them a couple of times to see if it was me and the preparation. Nope, they were rubbery and didn't get crunchy like the veggie corn dogs. I stopped trying them after the 4th time. MorningStar also makes chick'n patties. These are pretty good as well. I have fallen in love with a couple newer products. They now make a "bacon" egg and cheese and a "sausage" egg and cheese breakfast biscuit. These are packed with flavor and so filling. I love these. LOVE these!
If you haven't given either of these brands a try, give them a shot! See what you think because you don't have to take my word for it! (loosely quoted from Levar Burton on "Reading Rainbow")
Signing off for now, to all of you near and far and to those of you with the "Reading Rainbow" song in your head, until next time...
Friday, May 18, 2012
A Chapter from the History of Trish and PIC #2
To lighten the mood of some of my recent posts, since I've been down in the motivational dumps, I thought I would share with you a great story from history. Not leaving any detail out, of course. A little foreshadowing: I don't sunburn easily.
It was the 4th of July. I had come back from IC with Brett for some reason and PIC #2 and I decided to hang out for the day. We thought it would be a great idea to catch some rays at "The Pits" because it was a hot, sunny, summer day. (BRILLIANT IDEA #1) I remember we went early and were pretty much the first ones there. We had grabbed my parents' old school chaise lounger chairs. You know, the ones that fold up into a small square and the head part folds out as do the feet part? Metal legs, plasticky cream colored vinyl. (BRILLIANT IDEA #2) Wicked awesome.
I will tell you that I was STILL wearing a two piece suit at this time. (BRILLIANT IDEA #3 and actually there is no sarcasm with this brilliant idea, it will prove to be my most brilliant idea yet, keep reading) Why was I wearing a two piece suit? I really don't know. I know I shouldn't have been wearing one at the time. I don't think I have worn one since. (Thank all that is holy for small miracles, I know. I know.) I have a naturally tan complexion and I honestly do not burn easily. However, we decided it was a BRILLIANT idea to cover ourselves in baby oil and lay out. (BRILLIANCE #4)
After about a half hour in the sun, it got really hot. I thought it would be a good idea to drag my chair to the water and put the feet part in the water. (BRILLS #5) After a couple hours in the sun, feeling great because I wasn't hot at all with my feet in the cool water which surprisingly, I didn't get any sort of disease from that water, we were hungry and decided to go to Taco Time for some lunch. Taco Time only because it was PIC #2's fave and mine when I was back in town.
We go to Taco Time and they have booths there that are covered in vinyl. We each had shorts and t-shirts/tank tops to put over our suits, so we were fully clothed. We sat down, ate our lunch, having a great time and when I was done, I stood up to put my tray away and throw my trash in the garbage can behind me. When I stood up and went to the garbage, I didn't like the feeling of my legs peeling away from the seat of the booth and I said something to the effect of my legs being melted to the seat. PIC #2 simply stated, with a gasp, "Ohhhhhhhh, Trish!" I stopped and looked behind me, saying "What?! What is it?!" She said, "you are really burnt!" At the same moment she said this, I caught a clear shot of my calf. I was burnt. So burnt in fact that I. Was. Purple. Yes, purple! I'm not even kidding. I can't make this stuff up. I sat back down to wait for PIC #2 to finish her meal, afterwards, she dropped me off at my parents' house. I showered and slathered on some greasy lotion. By the time Brett and I headed back to IC later that afternoon in his car with leather seats, I was feeling the burn, literally. I covered the passenger seat in towels for the ride home.
We arrived home to find that the ceiling of our apartment had been blown out by a leaky pipe, so we had to go elsewhere for a few hours while the crew cleaned it up. We went to buy some pure aloe vera gel and headed to our friend's house to go watch fireworks. Brett was being so helpful, he tried to rub in some of the aloe in my back, but the touch of his hands was way too much even being as gentle as he could. I told him to just squirt it at the top of my back and let it run down, making sure it coated the entire area. He did. Bless his heart.
I was miserable at the fireworks and Brett kept forgetting about my awful sunburn and kept trying to put his arm around me during the fireworks. Bless his heart again. We finally got home late that night and I had to sleep in the buff that night. It was awful. I was radiating heat to the point of making Brett sweat. No joke. He would just spray that aloe gel on my back and let it run all over. It was the only thing that helped. The next day, my skin was so tight and still VERY tender. I took a shower that felt like someone was poking my back with a million needles. I was getting dressed, panties first then bra and then when I went to put on shorts and moved a bit, I realized it was not going to fly wearing normal bras and panties. I hand washed my two piece swimsuit and was able to wear loose clothing for the next few days. I continued to hand wash my suit until I could bear to wear something else.
The weeks that followed were not pretty. I blistered, then I molted, shed and peeled. Rinse and repeat. Awful!
I have not put a lawn chair in water since. I have not used baby oil since. I have not worn a two piece suit since. I have not had to use aloe vera gel since. I have eaten Taco Time, though. SPF 700 is my friend.
Signing off for now, to all of you near and far and to those of you that are searching for your sunscreen, until next time...
It was the 4th of July. I had come back from IC with Brett for some reason and PIC #2 and I decided to hang out for the day. We thought it would be a great idea to catch some rays at "The Pits" because it was a hot, sunny, summer day. (BRILLIANT IDEA #1) I remember we went early and were pretty much the first ones there. We had grabbed my parents' old school chaise lounger chairs. You know, the ones that fold up into a small square and the head part folds out as do the feet part? Metal legs, plasticky cream colored vinyl. (BRILLIANT IDEA #2) Wicked awesome.
I will tell you that I was STILL wearing a two piece suit at this time. (BRILLIANT IDEA #3 and actually there is no sarcasm with this brilliant idea, it will prove to be my most brilliant idea yet, keep reading) Why was I wearing a two piece suit? I really don't know. I know I shouldn't have been wearing one at the time. I don't think I have worn one since. (Thank all that is holy for small miracles, I know. I know.) I have a naturally tan complexion and I honestly do not burn easily. However, we decided it was a BRILLIANT idea to cover ourselves in baby oil and lay out. (BRILLIANCE #4)
After about a half hour in the sun, it got really hot. I thought it would be a good idea to drag my chair to the water and put the feet part in the water. (BRILLS #5) After a couple hours in the sun, feeling great because I wasn't hot at all with my feet in the cool water which surprisingly, I didn't get any sort of disease from that water, we were hungry and decided to go to Taco Time for some lunch. Taco Time only because it was PIC #2's fave and mine when I was back in town.
We go to Taco Time and they have booths there that are covered in vinyl. We each had shorts and t-shirts/tank tops to put over our suits, so we were fully clothed. We sat down, ate our lunch, having a great time and when I was done, I stood up to put my tray away and throw my trash in the garbage can behind me. When I stood up and went to the garbage, I didn't like the feeling of my legs peeling away from the seat of the booth and I said something to the effect of my legs being melted to the seat. PIC #2 simply stated, with a gasp, "Ohhhhhhhh, Trish!" I stopped and looked behind me, saying "What?! What is it?!" She said, "you are really burnt!" At the same moment she said this, I caught a clear shot of my calf. I was burnt. So burnt in fact that I. Was. Purple. Yes, purple! I'm not even kidding. I can't make this stuff up. I sat back down to wait for PIC #2 to finish her meal, afterwards, she dropped me off at my parents' house. I showered and slathered on some greasy lotion. By the time Brett and I headed back to IC later that afternoon in his car with leather seats, I was feeling the burn, literally. I covered the passenger seat in towels for the ride home.
We arrived home to find that the ceiling of our apartment had been blown out by a leaky pipe, so we had to go elsewhere for a few hours while the crew cleaned it up. We went to buy some pure aloe vera gel and headed to our friend's house to go watch fireworks. Brett was being so helpful, he tried to rub in some of the aloe in my back, but the touch of his hands was way too much even being as gentle as he could. I told him to just squirt it at the top of my back and let it run down, making sure it coated the entire area. He did. Bless his heart.
I was miserable at the fireworks and Brett kept forgetting about my awful sunburn and kept trying to put his arm around me during the fireworks. Bless his heart again. We finally got home late that night and I had to sleep in the buff that night. It was awful. I was radiating heat to the point of making Brett sweat. No joke. He would just spray that aloe gel on my back and let it run all over. It was the only thing that helped. The next day, my skin was so tight and still VERY tender. I took a shower that felt like someone was poking my back with a million needles. I was getting dressed, panties first then bra and then when I went to put on shorts and moved a bit, I realized it was not going to fly wearing normal bras and panties. I hand washed my two piece swimsuit and was able to wear loose clothing for the next few days. I continued to hand wash my suit until I could bear to wear something else.
The weeks that followed were not pretty. I blistered, then I molted, shed and peeled. Rinse and repeat. Awful!
I have not put a lawn chair in water since. I have not used baby oil since. I have not worn a two piece suit since. I have not had to use aloe vera gel since. I have eaten Taco Time, though. SPF 700 is my friend.
Signing off for now, to all of you near and far and to those of you that are searching for your sunscreen, until next time...
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