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baby saver

Being a city girl I have an extra hefty fear of mother nature and all things outdoors.  This does not mean that I don't enthusiastically participate in outdoors activities, it only means that I will eagerly follow in the footsteps of the unafraid confident country person who has committed to take my city self into the wilds.  I cannot name trees or plants, and truthfully, I suspect every growing thing is poison ivy, and all forest creatures are rabid,  but usually I am content to follow along with a smile on face and take in all that beauty.

This follow the leader method worked well last week when John and I went off to explore another lake in the area of utopia, until I happened to caution John that last summer some of my neighbors spotted bears and we should be careful.  Boy did John get a kick out that!  Pretty much every 12 seconds after my thoughtful sharing of the bear information John either cautioned me about the possible presence of a bear or was sure he heard bear footsteps behind us.  I chalked it off to "men!"   And I didn't warn him about the foxes or even the moose. 

John also took much delight while prancing willy nilly (him not me) around the forest floor (He actually called it the best moment of the weekend) in the absurdity of the one moment when I, while stepping over a fallen branch, managed to get my left foot stuck between two rocks and my right foot stuck under the branch and was falling backwards in slow motion and said in the most calm way possible as I was lowering into some kind of gnarled up lying/sitting position "I'm going to break my leg." except when John asked me in his very calm, not realizing the immediacy of my broken leg truth statement if I wanted him to pull me up, I merely asked him to take my tripod from my hands and I managed to gather up all of my newly developed strength and pulled (heaved?)  myself back into an upright position without breaking my leg, and only pulling something (but in a minor -I totally ignored the pain way) in my left thigh.  

Fast forward to yesterday morning when I lay in bed awake thinking how it might be to be the kind of person who could actually sleep in, when Evan knocks on my bedroom door says "Mom, there is a baby goose stuck in our dock!"  I dress and investigate the situation to see that there is indeed a baby goose stuck in our dock, and bravely, because there are about 7 (vicious!) adult geese circling and honking at me, I manage to slip the screw driver that the yokel dock guy has in the dock instead of a pin with a nut, out of it's place and the baby goose (who I naturally petted -his face and razor sharp beak were pointed away from me) and discovered is really soft and cuddly, (well, could be if it wasn't screaming it's little baby goose head off) dropped into the water and swam away.

I am a wildlife hero.

Moon in the water

waiting til tomorrow to face the music

I didn't weigh in today because I was in a vile mood this morning and I could put it off until tomorrow.  I don't think any miracles are going to happen between today and tomorrow.  There were potato chips.  And friend rice.  You see?  It's easy for me to find binge food despite all of my allergies.  I'm like a binge food blood hound.  If you spun me around blind folded in the grocery store I could sniff out a gluten free/dairy free/corn free/tomato free/coconut free/and all the rest high-fat high-salt high-sugar bad for me anything tasty.

I did kick some serious ass at the posh club today.  Some chick was on my stair mill, so I got on the hard elliptical with arms.  After 11 minutes the chick got off of my stair mill so I took my turn.  I went straight to level 6 and alternated with level 7.  20 minutes in I realized I was so tired that I could barely hold my body upright.  So I got onto the expresso bike, that way I could sit.  I did a course in 31 minutes, and I beat the pacer by 1:30.  That brings my total cardio time to an hour.  The biggest thrill of all?  The amazing sweatiness of my shirt.  It was soaked almost to my waist.  I could see the outline of my bra, which for some reason prevents the sweat from soaking through the shirt on top of it.   Today my shoulders were soaked too.  I went in to the posh club thinking that I would lift some weights after doing cardio, but in the end I decided that since I am going to go to cardio boxing in the morning I'd give myself a break from the lifting.  It's a good thing too, because my upper body is tired.

Instead of running away from it, run into it.

spike

Wow, I glanced at my stats today and some one spent a big chunk of time reading my archives.  Hi new reader!  Welcome.

I am so so excited to see the season finale of Biggest Loser.  I didn't post early enough and now I have type during the commercials.  This is going to be a bare bones post.

I told my new new undead therapist about the casual comment the stretcher made yesterday about why I would wait to kick it into high gear and the new new undead therapist didn't seem to think it was as much of an astounding revelation as I do. 

I did my second to last weight loss contest work out at the posh club this morning.   The rest of the women in my group and I asked the stretcher if we could hire him to continue with the group workouts with us but he already booked our time to a private client.  Big disappointment.

Then I decided to at least walk the devil dog later in the day, but in the end I was feeling so fine that I ran with her.  I was only going to do a 30 minute run since it was 85 degrees here and the devil is more of a cool weather dog.  After 25 minutes of running I realized I was pulling the devil along, and since I wasn't sure exactly who to call if your dog passed out on the street, I walked the last few running minutes back to the house.

I am thrilled beyond words at the amount of energy I have these days.  (Two workouts!)  Also, I seem to recover from exercise way faster than ever before.  I wonder if it is because of the chelation.  I am starting to worry that I am going to require another round of it.  Hello, anxiety.  It could be because of the weight I have lost already, but I have been down this low before and don't think I felt this good.  I really want to know the reason I feel so good so I can stay this way.

Evan saw a community garden today and he was perplexed as to why anyone would join one.  He declared it ridiculous.  I told him that joining groups to share your interests was a great thing to do.  I asked Evan what group he thought he might join as an adult.  His answer?  The N.R.A.  

now?????

Sometimes it's good to say things to people who do not have twisted relationships with food and pay attention to how they react. 

I am thoroughly stressed out and want to run to the fridge over it lately, it happens to me every year around this time.  I am over the routine of waking my tired kids up in the morning I am over packing lunches, rushing back home by 3 o'clock, making dinners, and pestering them to do homework, bath and brush their teeth.  I neeeed summer vacation to start tonight.  I want to (jump out of my own skin) shed the routine and be momma do what you want to do.  Also, I want to do my own thing in my own time when I want where I want.  It's kind of like I want to be a man, right?  

So, I'm sitting around thinking things like how if I can just maintain my weight loss for now then the summer will come, and my stress will melt away and I can eat healthy and right and be zen and exercise and emerge into fall lighter, stronger and anxiety free.  It all made so much sense to me.

Today I said to the stretcher "Just wait until I walk back into the posh club in September.  You are going to look at healthy me and be shocked." and he screwed up his face, got all totally (he eats when he is actually hungry) confused looking and asks "Why not just start now?"

ah utopia

I'm up here with (for lack of a better name) my photo friend John.  We snuck away (not really) yesterday afternoon, sometime after I took Josh to the eye glasses store to choose his new eye glasses.  

Did I mention to you that Josh did so poorly on the eye test that I actually for one second thought that maybe he was faking it because he either secretly wanted glasses or in the least a little bit of attention?  I'm stricken with guilt!  When the husband asked Josh why he had never said anything about not being able to see things Josh answered that he just thought every body saw that way.  Just stab me in the heart, why don't you?  I hope I don't have to take him back to all the movies he didn't actually see this past year.  

Anyway, John and I were on the road before 5 AM to get where we wanted to be to get some photos this morning.  Being anxious about accidentally over sleeping I not only woke up every twenty minutes all night long, but I also ended up fully awake by 3:45 this morning.  

In the afternoon John and I spent over three hours hiking around and taking more photos at, not my utopian lake, but another body of water close by.  Today was going to be my day off from exercise.  NOT!  My plans for the evening include showering, de-ticking myself, dinner prep, a possible sunset (doesn't look like favorable conditions right now) photo session, eating and maybe a movie on tv.  Anyone want to bet how many minutes I can stay awake for while reclining in a lazy boy watching a movie in the dark?  I am so bone dead tired that I can't even make a simple decision.  So, help a girl out internet, I'm in utopia with a friend and no kids, the question is vodka or wine?  Life can be so complicated sometimes.  What to do, what to do......

Morning