I come to you tonight from tired town. I had forgotten how exhausting a bad sunburn can be. Add in today's crazy heat and forget it... I'm done.
No gym today cuz of afore-mentioned sunburn but I'm gonna aim for tomorrow. Perhaps people think I'm exaggerating when I talk about hating the gym. Nope... I hate it. I see the good in it, and I see the difference it's making in my body and I'm pleased but unfortunately it doesn't push me nearer to loving it. At this point I think of it as a necessary evil... like cat litter. One thing I should mention tho' is everybody who I've come into contact with is super nice. They're nice folks who seem to care alot about what they're doing.
I've fallen into cooking limbo so I think I better take some cookbooks to bed as my late night reading to try and get the juices flowing again. Gotta buy some cous cous :)
Stay cool my friends and keep on keepin' on. As a side note ... is anybody else pissed that we went from late winter straight into the dog days of summer. Did spring take a hike this year?
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
day one hundred and fifty
I celebrated day 150 with the first round of golf for the season. I am certainly paying the price now but it was totally worth it. Pain, I'm saying... I'm in alot of pain.
We got to the course (Rockway Glen) and were informed no golf carts could go out. It was just too wet. If we hadn't driven so far I might have taken this as a sign we should try another day. Well... at least my new Footjoys were clean from the pro shop to the first tee. Hip waders would have been more appropriate than golf shoes. Never have I played such a sodden course. We mucked along as best we could and actually had a great deal of fun. About the fourth hole the sun came out. It came out large and it came out hot. The ground was steaming and the air temp was about 35. HOT. My FJ's are filthy and I have mud from my ankles to my knees. I looked like I'd been for a spa treatment and forgotten to rinse off. About the 10th hole the bugs realized we were out there. So many bugs. Big, little, bitey, up yer nose-y, in your ears-y bugs. By the 18th hole (damn... didn't cross the water... sooo close) the tanks were empty. We were so tired from the back nine Bataan Death March that it was all we could do to slide in the car and drive home.
But, you see... we're golfers. On the ride home we discussed every lousy shot and re-lived every great shot. (I got two bogies!!) Would I do it again tomorrow... no. Was it super fun... you bet!
My FJ's are clean and I just took a shower that almost killed me. Did I mention the hard part about scrubbing the mud was the ridiculous sunburn I'm sporting?
My MFP tells me that 41/2 hours of golf (pulling clubs) burns about 1400 calories. There... I snuck in something that has to do with the Project :)
I'm off to moisturize and sleep... ttyl :)
We got to the course (Rockway Glen) and were informed no golf carts could go out. It was just too wet. If we hadn't driven so far I might have taken this as a sign we should try another day. Well... at least my new Footjoys were clean from the pro shop to the first tee. Hip waders would have been more appropriate than golf shoes. Never have I played such a sodden course. We mucked along as best we could and actually had a great deal of fun. About the fourth hole the sun came out. It came out large and it came out hot. The ground was steaming and the air temp was about 35. HOT. My FJ's are filthy and I have mud from my ankles to my knees. I looked like I'd been for a spa treatment and forgotten to rinse off. About the 10th hole the bugs realized we were out there. So many bugs. Big, little, bitey, up yer nose-y, in your ears-y bugs. By the 18th hole (damn... didn't cross the water... sooo close) the tanks were empty. We were so tired from the back nine Bataan Death March that it was all we could do to slide in the car and drive home.
But, you see... we're golfers. On the ride home we discussed every lousy shot and re-lived every great shot. (I got two bogies!!) Would I do it again tomorrow... no. Was it super fun... you bet!
My FJ's are clean and I just took a shower that almost killed me. Did I mention the hard part about scrubbing the mud was the ridiculous sunburn I'm sporting?
My MFP tells me that 41/2 hours of golf (pulling clubs) burns about 1400 calories. There... I snuck in something that has to do with the Project :)
I'm off to moisturize and sleep... ttyl :)
Sunday, May 29, 2011
day one hundred and forty nine
Glad I got those eavestroughs done yesterday... it is some rainin' :) But I know it will stop because I have an 11:30 tee time and as God is my witness... I...SHALL...GOLF !!!
I gotta - bought new Footjoys today !
I was lucky enough to reconnect with an old friend today. There is honestly nothing like being with someone you've known since you were a kid. It was a good today :)
So, here I am on another Sunday night looking out over another week. What do I want to bring to the table? Even tho' I have a measly 81 days left, I think I need to have a breather. The plateau has weighed heavier on me than I like to admit. I truly believe that only time will overcome it. I'm eating great, watering like a maniac and getting in some serious exercise. I need to realize this week that I've given my body all the tools and it's going to take it's own sweet time giving me results. Kinda fair, in a way, since I treated it like hell for so long. So this week is "stay the course" and "steady as she goes". Hmmmm... ship cliches... that's new... *shrug*
See ya tamarra :)
I gotta - bought new Footjoys today !
I was lucky enough to reconnect with an old friend today. There is honestly nothing like being with someone you've known since you were a kid. It was a good today :)
So, here I am on another Sunday night looking out over another week. What do I want to bring to the table? Even tho' I have a measly 81 days left, I think I need to have a breather. The plateau has weighed heavier on me than I like to admit. I truly believe that only time will overcome it. I'm eating great, watering like a maniac and getting in some serious exercise. I need to realize this week that I've given my body all the tools and it's going to take it's own sweet time giving me results. Kinda fair, in a way, since I treated it like hell for so long. So this week is "stay the course" and "steady as she goes". Hmmmm... ship cliches... that's new... *shrug*
See ya tamarra :)
day one hundred and forty-eight
Task one of the weekend off complete :)
I went to my neighbour's house today to borrow a ladder. When they asked me why I explained my plan to clean out my eavestroughs. "NO, no, no", they yelled "you can't". Turns out they thought it unseemly for a "lady" (their words, not mine) to climb a ladder and clean out her own gutters. I objected strenuously that I was, in fact, perfectly up to the task. Didn't matter... these fellas were not going to let me do it. I thought about it for a minute and graciously relented. An hour and a half and three beers later... perfectly clean eavestroughs. I'm pretty lucky I live in such a gallant neighbourhood. And it was pretty grotty.
Spent the rest of the day cleaning up the mucky mess and generally yardworking. Quiet day... exactly like I wanted.
Tomorrow is staff meeting and then the search continues for new golf shoes.
Didn't think alot about food or exercise today which makes a nice change. Maybe that's what I need to bust this blasted plateau... just a big chillax about the whole Project. We'll see...
I went to my neighbour's house today to borrow a ladder. When they asked me why I explained my plan to clean out my eavestroughs. "NO, no, no", they yelled "you can't". Turns out they thought it unseemly for a "lady" (their words, not mine) to climb a ladder and clean out her own gutters. I objected strenuously that I was, in fact, perfectly up to the task. Didn't matter... these fellas were not going to let me do it. I thought about it for a minute and graciously relented. An hour and a half and three beers later... perfectly clean eavestroughs. I'm pretty lucky I live in such a gallant neighbourhood. And it was pretty grotty.
Spent the rest of the day cleaning up the mucky mess and generally yardworking. Quiet day... exactly like I wanted.
Tomorrow is staff meeting and then the search continues for new golf shoes.
Didn't think alot about food or exercise today which makes a nice change. Maybe that's what I need to bust this blasted plateau... just a big chillax about the whole Project. We'll see...
Saturday, May 28, 2011
day one hundred and forty seven
Long, busy evening. Working out before work gave me a ton of energy but I hit the wall about midnight and am ready to hit the sheets.
Pretty good news from the gym assessment. Losing body fat, which I guess is the point and the measurements shrinking. Woot woot!
Got nothin' else to chat about tonight ... gotta... go... to... sleep
ttyl
Pretty good news from the gym assessment. Losing body fat, which I guess is the point and the measurements shrinking. Woot woot!
Got nothin' else to chat about tonight ... gotta... go... to... sleep
ttyl
Thursday, May 26, 2011
day one hundred and forty six
I am an obstinately right handed person. Sure, I catch a baseball with my left hand but other than that it's just the side I wear my watch on. Somedays I assume it's there only to keep me balanced. So today, when I sliced off the top bit of my left thumb I thought: "no worries... I never use that hand anyway". D'oh. Muy hurto :(
Not alot going on today. I have my 5 week assessment at the gym tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing what progress I've made. I console myself with the thought that I won't be the heaving mess I was 5 weeks ago... *fingers crossed*.
Closing tomorrow night and gonna aim for a little P-A-R-T-Y atmosphere !! Woot woot. Weekend off, so yard work - those eavestroughs aren't going to clean themselves, staff meeting and if all goes well... I don't want to jinx it but here goes... first round of golf with my brother on Monday. Please Mother Nature... I've been good :)
Not alot going on today. I have my 5 week assessment at the gym tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing what progress I've made. I console myself with the thought that I won't be the heaving mess I was 5 weeks ago... *fingers crossed*.
Closing tomorrow night and gonna aim for a little P-A-R-T-Y atmosphere !! Woot woot. Weekend off, so yard work - those eavestroughs aren't going to clean themselves, staff meeting and if all goes well... I don't want to jinx it but here goes... first round of golf with my brother on Monday. Please Mother Nature... I've been good :)
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
day one hundred and forty five
I'm afraid it's been awhile since I have mentioned how much I loathe the gym. Just in case y'all were worried that I'm turning into some kind of gym rat... no worries. *blah* I do find myself, however, once again flabbergasted by this new muscle definition.
A small story to highlight generational differences: I have, of course, been quite immodestly showing off my new "almost buffness". It is especially noticeable in my legs. I corral people and say "look look, I gots muskels". Everyone has been suitably impressed. So, the last time I see my mom I pull the calf out to show her my progress. Her response... "ooh - that's ugly - maybe you should stop going to that gym". In my mother's generation ladies were round and soft. For God's sake Marilyn Monroe was size 14. It's not that muscle definition was considered ugly so much but rather it wouldn't occur to a young lady to want it. While I think it's possible to go too far (really... you want to look..."stringy"?) I'm glad standards have changed. I'm proud of what I'm achieving even if ... and I'm serious here... I hate what it takes to get there :)
A small story to highlight generational differences: I have, of course, been quite immodestly showing off my new "almost buffness". It is especially noticeable in my legs. I corral people and say "look look, I gots muskels". Everyone has been suitably impressed. So, the last time I see my mom I pull the calf out to show her my progress. Her response... "ooh - that's ugly - maybe you should stop going to that gym". In my mother's generation ladies were round and soft. For God's sake Marilyn Monroe was size 14. It's not that muscle definition was considered ugly so much but rather it wouldn't occur to a young lady to want it. While I think it's possible to go too far (really... you want to look..."stringy"?) I'm glad standards have changed. I'm proud of what I'm achieving even if ... and I'm serious here... I hate what it takes to get there :)
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