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quickie posting

1. Rode 1 hour and 12 minutes on the expresso bike today. Padded bike shorts made a big difference for my lady parts.  What ended up hilarious was the way I walked for a few minutes after I got off the bike.  My legs were used to circling they didn't seem to want to so move forward.  My sweat marks on both the front and the back of my shirt were amazing.  I could barely tear myself away from the mirror.  I could have stared at my admirable sweat soaked shirt all day.  But I couldn't because we had a birthday party to throw!

2. Lucky for me Josh asked to have a eating cooking party at a local place that has been become popular around here lately.  The only thing I had to do was bring the cup cakes.  I didn't have to clean the house, buy paper goods, juice boxes, goody bags,  NOTHING.  It was awesome, including when the mild mannered kid finally had had enough of the out of control kid and he turned around to punch him when the cooking place lady tried to get the kids to take a group picture and suggested the mild mannered kid sit with the girls for the photo and the out of control kid suggested the mild mannered kid was a girl.  P*O*W  It was awesome folks.  We tipped big, because we figured breaking up a fight wasn't included in our chosen package price.

3. Plan for tomorrow .....  I have my photo class in the AM and then am printing again with my instructor an hour later in the afternoon.  I plan on running (it's not going to be too cold tomorrow) during that hour and changing into dry clothes for the printing.  Hopefully I won't stink too much for the afternoon printing.  I bought a packaged salad from WF today and also peeled some carrots for some humus I already have.  I want to eat really super healthy this week.  

Hello, my name is clickmom and I'd like to ask you a few questions...

I just shared this in the comments of Danelle's blog, and I thought that I'd share with you guys too.

Did I ever tell you that in 1983 I worked as a telephone survey taker? I got to do a beer survey in which we only wanted to talk to the man of the house. I’d flirt with them and they’d be putty in my hands. By the second day I would win every shift with the most completed surveys. The other surveyors were either dudes or illegal women with heavy accents. I got the bonus every day and they hated me. (tee hee!)

That was a great job.  I kid.  It actually sucked.  It totally sucked because we were in this windowless room that made it impossible to know if it was day or night or sunny or raining and also because it was so close in there you could smell what the other people ate for dinner last night hanging in the air on their breath.  Also, the phones were always kind of greasy.  I gag just remembering it.  The bosses there loved me though, because I give good voice and I totally blew the rest of the survey takers working there out of the water.  We did a bunch of other surveys too.  We did the yearly People magazine survey and that was painful because people did not want to take surveys for an hour on the phone and your surveys only counted if they were complete.  I recall BEGGING the fools that suckered into answering my questions to finish that mother of all surveys.

Today was kind of awesome because I climbed 135 flights on the stair mill.  I think I may have been redder and sweatier than I have ever been in any class or on any machine ever before.  It was awesome.  It took 45 minutes.  Next time I go for the stair mill I'm doing 166 flights, then I'm all over 200.  And that is as far as I think I need to climb.  After that climb, I am going back to timing my climbs. 

Though, I do see that some people keep track of their distances, and that intrigues me.  I'm not sure how I'd feel knowing that over time I had gone the distance of, for example, NY to LA, and never left Jersey.  But there is a part of me that feels like I want to make a chart and document my efforts. Why?  I dunno.

Naturally, when I tried to make the husband and Evan be more enthusiastic in their rather banal reaction to my climbing success I also mentioned that the stair climber machine told me that I had climbed 2.8 miles, which they immediately scoffed at.  Folks, it seems I enjoy trying to get water from a stone, banging my head against a wall and dreaming the impossible dream.  From now on I am sharing my posh club victories with those who will be adequately impressed.  Like you guys.  Peeps!  I climbed 135 flights on the stair mill today!  WOO HOO!  GO ME!  GO ME!  

(pause for nerdy victory dance)

I tried to do some weight lifting afterwards but I was physically wasted.  I went and had a sauna instead.  It was awesome too.  Tomorrow (planning!) I am going to dig out my padded bike shorts and hang out with the expresso bike.  Also, it's Josh's birthday party, and I am so unenthusiastic that he is getting older that I failed to mention his real birthday last week.  (GUILT)  I feel kind of sucky about it.  I just want him to stay young and cuddly a little while longer.

not young any more

email exchange between me and the husband.

him: Didn't you go to school with salt n peppa the singers?

me: No, I went to school with Kid from Kid and Play

him: Well.  I knew they both had "and" in their names.

me: Technically, one has an -n- and the other an "and', so nice try.  Have some ginko balboa.  

me: Ah push it.  

ooh baby baby.

baby baby.

My snowman has an 8 pack too

Face the Music Friday 2/26/10- snowed in (again) edition

Let's go right for the jugular here:, 

Exercise:  my exercise for the week was pretty sweet, as verified by the muscle tenderness I have in my shoulders, back, entire core (OMG! when I sneezed?!?!?), butt, and legs.  Also, the stabbing sensation emanating from my knees could bring tears to my eyes, but I am now convinced that that pain has something to do with the tight muscles every where else in my legs.   I rocked the stair mill twice this week, (and fully intend on getting a 200 flight climb in as soon as I can dig out of the latest snow storm), I biked on my passion the expresso bike, I interval ran on the treadmill pushing my run speed up fro 5.5 to 6.0 mph,  conquered the elliptical twice and I lifted lifted and lifted some more.

Food: After my slow slide off the wagon in utopia I came home and did a gradual climb back on the wagon.  It was an interesting journey for me since I tend to be a black and white all or nothing person.  But every evening I realized I had cleaned up my diet a bit since the day before and now I am back completely grain and sugar free.  I am trying to focus on preparing more vegetables, especially more dark leafy greens.  If I make them I eat them, I just have to make them.  Recipe tips welcomed, as dark leafy greens are not my typical repertoire.

Weight:  Down 3 after last week's up 2.  So technically?  Down another. Total weight loss since 1/1 somewhere in the neighborhood of 18 pounds.  I can't keep track of the dueling scales at home and the posh club.  While the scale is going in the right direction and probably there has been some muscle gain to offset at least a couple of fat loss pounds, I just wish I was losing faster.  I had high hopes before the contest that I could lose 4 or 5 pounds a week, but I also thought I would be spending 3 hours a day exercising in the posh club too.  In reality if I am there for two hours, I practically crawl out the door, so three hours is unlikely.   Maybe if I had Jillian lighting a fire under my ass I could go the three hours, but without her it seems I am a mere mortal.  Speaking of Jillian, the nice part of the Olympics being over is Biggest Loser resuming.  

Printing:  I am trying folks!  I know what I need to get done and am spending the time at the art center.  (Though not this afternoon like I had hoped to do!)   It is just the process is so painstakingly SLOW.   I'll get there eventually.  I have to I have a show to hang!  Watch, I'll end up with not enough work and have to pretend I am doing a minimalistic presentation on purpose. Pfffttttt!!!!! 

Secret:  Technically, this isn't secret, but it is something that I do not typically share because people do not understand this choice I made.  After Matt's traumatic surgical birth experience (and my subsequent PPD and PTSD)  I chose to have a home birth with both Evan and Josh.  Evan was born in our apartment in Brooklyn, and Josh was born right upstairs in the house we live in today.  I had a midwife and a doula for both births and both experiences were as benign as my first experience was hostile and alien.

Job well done

forecast: stay home

Evan says to me "How come they didn't cancel school for tomorrow yet?" and I say, "Gee, Evan, if they cancelled school now then they couldn't call on the phone at 5:30 in the morning and wake me up for the day, could they?"   "I don't know, maybe the forecast has changed.  Let's look at weatherbug and see what they are predicting because they always low ball the amount of snow."

  People, look down.  Do you see it there?  TOTAL SNOW ACCUMULATION OF 15 TO 20 INCHES.

Friday

2/26/2010

Hi: 33°

Snow in the morning...then snow showers in the afternoon. Total snow accumulation of 15 to 

20 inches. Breezy with highs in the 

upper 30s. Northwest winds 15 to 20 mph. 

Gusts up to 35 mph in the morning. Chance 

of snow near 100 percent.

Lo: 31°

Snow in the evening...then snow showers

 after midnight. Additional snow accumulation around an inch. Cold with lows in the upper

 20s. Northwest winds around 15 mph with

 gusts up to 25 mph. Chance of snow 80 percent.

Now that is impressive.  I mean seriously, THAT

 is how you do snow right.  Luckily I stopped 

by WF this morning and laid down some 

serious snowed in for the weekend food 

supplies.   

Pretty much I'm thinking that the only 

down side of all this snow is going to be 

that I might not make it to the posh club 

tomorrow for some serious stair mill 

climbing.  My plan, (because having a 

plan is KEY for my success here) is that 

if I can not make it to the posh club 

tomorrow I will 1. walk on our at home 

treadmill for 60 minutes at a steep incline 

and 2. spend some time exploring the new 

Wii dance game I bought to assist me in 

my never ending quest to both embarrass 

the shit out of my very hormonal soon to

 be 13 year old by dancing the night away 

at his bar mitzvah  mission to learn some 

more current than 1981 dance moves so 

that I can feel comfortable getting out 

on the dance floor.

In case you are wondering, about my food

 situation, I did get it back into the zone 

once we got back from utopia.  It didn't 

happen right away, but gradually over 

the course of a few of days.  That was 

definitely something I am going to have

 to take a good hard look at.  I gotta be 

nice to myself where ever I am!  

I spent so much time at the posh cub 

this week that the backs of my legs right 

up through my butt is screaming in welcomed goodness muscle pain.  If my head and 

hands were sticking out of a barrel (pause

 now to imagine the barrel thing) and I 

couldn't see or touch my body I would be

 quite certain that I looked like a gymnast

 after this week.  I can feel every single 

leg, hip, thigh, core, shoulder and back 

muscle in me crying out for a long hot 

mineral salt bath.  As a matter of fact, this

 morning Evan asked me if I thought I would

 have an 8 pack by the summer.  I told him I 

already had an 8 pack I was just hiding it.    

Last light. High hopes for AM accumulation

Not impressive yet.....

Here we go again!