Monday, January 24, 2011
Ugh!
I slept LOUSY last night. I was awake a lot of the night. I am now tired and feeling blah because of it. I am thinking the only way to turn this around is to work out. I am thinking I will go to my in-laws and use the treadmill and elliptical. That should get me out of this funk, and will probably make me sleep better tonight!
Saturday, January 22, 2011
My Epiphany and My Grandfather
First, I had read a couple of blogs last Sunday morning before I went to work, had an epiphany, put it someone's comments and then couldn't remember what it was. Very Auntie Mandy of me! Anyway, here it is: It's hard to remember that as we lose, we need less fuel. Ah ha moment! Right this minute! Ack! that is why I have been fighting with the same 5 pounds for over 2 months! When I get down to my lowest, the same workouts are not doing the same for me! They are actually doing LESS! HAHA! Thank you! So, now that I found it, I am going to change my workouts a little. I'll get back to you on that.
Now, I'm going to tell you a story about a man that would be the worst food role model, ever. I mean really, ever. My grandfather was #8 of 9 kids. He saw my grandmother eating a chocolate bar, asked her for a bite, she said, yes and the rest is history. My grandfather was a big man. He really wasn't overweight. He was 6' 2" and weighed in the 240s. He had a big barrel chest, and I used to love to lay my head on it and listen to him sing. I remember him having a beautiful voice.
I mostly remember my grandfather being sick. He had quadruple bi-pass surgery when I was 8. He was, shortly after, diagnosed with leukemia. Then he was in a really bad accident driving a delivery truck, which they did exploratory surgery, found a mass of cancer, and it spread. He also, at some point during this time, was diagnosed with "sugar diabetes." He was raised in Kentucky, so you have to say "sugar" diabetes.
My grandfather also loved to eat. He would make all kinds of appreciative moans and other noises whenever he ate. When he was diagnosed with sugar diabetes, he had to change his diet. Well, my Italian grandmother was a nurse. She loves to help people (run their lives). She fed him only what he was allowed to eat. He didn't change because he decided that was what was best for him, he did it because she made him. Everytime we went to see them, my grandfather would see us eat a cookie and say, "You keep eaten' them cookies, you gonna get sugar diabetes! *whisper* Now give Poppa a bite." Then I'd hear my grandmother yell, "POPS! You stop eating those cookies! I can hear you enjoying them in here!" And she was always so curious as to why his blood sugar was so high!
Around this time, my grandfather also spent a lot of time in the garage "shining his shoes." My grandma was in the garage, doing laundry one day while he was at work and she noticed a spoon hanging in the garage. She didn't think much about it, so she grabbed it so it could be washed. When he got home from work, he went out to the garage to shine his shoes. He came right back into the house and said, "Mother! Where is my ice cream spoon?!" BUSTED! No matter what she did, she could never change him. She thought she was changing his diet, she thought she was helping him, but really, he hadn't changed at all.
My grandfather died in 1994 at the age of 68. It was the cancer that got him. At the time of his final diagnosis he had pancreatic, prostate, liver, leukemia, and lung cancer. He treated all of his grandkids like each and every one was his favorite. I miss him. But I will always remember him, and his spoon.
Now, I'm going to tell you a story about a man that would be the worst food role model, ever. I mean really, ever. My grandfather was #8 of 9 kids. He saw my grandmother eating a chocolate bar, asked her for a bite, she said, yes and the rest is history. My grandfather was a big man. He really wasn't overweight. He was 6' 2" and weighed in the 240s. He had a big barrel chest, and I used to love to lay my head on it and listen to him sing. I remember him having a beautiful voice.
I mostly remember my grandfather being sick. He had quadruple bi-pass surgery when I was 8. He was, shortly after, diagnosed with leukemia. Then he was in a really bad accident driving a delivery truck, which they did exploratory surgery, found a mass of cancer, and it spread. He also, at some point during this time, was diagnosed with "sugar diabetes." He was raised in Kentucky, so you have to say "sugar" diabetes.
My grandfather also loved to eat. He would make all kinds of appreciative moans and other noises whenever he ate. When he was diagnosed with sugar diabetes, he had to change his diet. Well, my Italian grandmother was a nurse. She loves to help people (run their lives). She fed him only what he was allowed to eat. He didn't change because he decided that was what was best for him, he did it because she made him. Everytime we went to see them, my grandfather would see us eat a cookie and say, "You keep eaten' them cookies, you gonna get sugar diabetes! *whisper* Now give Poppa a bite." Then I'd hear my grandmother yell, "POPS! You stop eating those cookies! I can hear you enjoying them in here!" And she was always so curious as to why his blood sugar was so high!
Around this time, my grandfather also spent a lot of time in the garage "shining his shoes." My grandma was in the garage, doing laundry one day while he was at work and she noticed a spoon hanging in the garage. She didn't think much about it, so she grabbed it so it could be washed. When he got home from work, he went out to the garage to shine his shoes. He came right back into the house and said, "Mother! Where is my ice cream spoon?!" BUSTED! No matter what she did, she could never change him. She thought she was changing his diet, she thought she was helping him, but really, he hadn't changed at all.
My grandfather died in 1994 at the age of 68. It was the cancer that got him. At the time of his final diagnosis he had pancreatic, prostate, liver, leukemia, and lung cancer. He treated all of his grandkids like each and every one was his favorite. I miss him. But I will always remember him, and his spoon.
Childhood Cancer Awareness
I am a member of a group called Conquer Childhood Cancer Now. Every month, there is a meeting, and usually it is on a night that I have classes. So, last night was the meeting. There were only 11 people there, which was a little disappointing as the last meeting I was at, there were over 50 people there. I was hoping to get some more volunteers for the St. Baldrick's event happening in March. I have a couple of people willing to hang posters, but that is as far as it has gone so far.
Well, there was enough food for 50 people, that's for sure. I decided to just have some fresh veggies. But then, the other stuff looked so yummy! Self-control? Have none! I just stuck to the stuff that had just a little of the stuff I couldn't have, like the spinach artichoke dip. Then I moved on to the salami (WHY CAN'T I FIGHT THE POWER OF SALAMI?). Then, as we were cleaning up, I had like 6 chocolate covered Boston Cream Pie puff thingies. WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF? My tummy is not happy right now. I'm sure I'll be ridding my body of these poisons for days to come and it's my own stinking fault.
I have got to get my body moving today. I feel better after I move. So I will.
Well, there was enough food for 50 people, that's for sure. I decided to just have some fresh veggies. But then, the other stuff looked so yummy! Self-control? Have none! I just stuck to the stuff that had just a little of the stuff I couldn't have, like the spinach artichoke dip. Then I moved on to the salami (WHY CAN'T I FIGHT THE POWER OF SALAMI?). Then, as we were cleaning up, I had like 6 chocolate covered Boston Cream Pie puff thingies. WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF? My tummy is not happy right now. I'm sure I'll be ridding my body of these poisons for days to come and it's my own stinking fault.
I have got to get my body moving today. I feel better after I move. So I will.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Friday Afternoon Brrrr!
FREEZING!
Enough of that! Last night, after class, I did 3 minutes on the elliptical machine and 30 minutes on the treadmill running and walking. When I got out to my van, it was covered with snow and ice. I went looking for my handy dandy ice scraper and found bean bags and a sled. So, I turned on my van, opened my laptop and waited for the ice to melt on the windshield. I approved a few posts, read a few more and then took off.
I got home and I was so mad about hubby taking my ice scraper out of the van! I didn't know how I was going to let him have it, I just knew I was going to let him have it. So, as I'm gathering all my stuff from school and workout, I try to lock the doors. It won't work. GREAT! He prolly broke the lock thing, too. So I get into the house and go after him about the ice scraper.
As a way to make it up to me, Hubby tells me I can sleep in this morning. Ahhh! How lovely! When it's time for Yankee to go to school, Hubby can't find van key! I get up and look around everywhere...can't find it. I look out the window and Hubby is backing out of the driveway. I was furious! He could have at least told me he found it, right? So he gets back home and says, "I found the key, in the ignition of the van, with it running." DOH! At least the van was nice and warm! UGH!
So while I was at school last night, I signed up for the treadmill for today. What was I thinking? So I went to work out today. I didn't want to run. I didn't want to do anything really, so I put the incline at 5.5, the speed at 3.0 mph and worked out for 30 minutes. My legs were burning, but it felt good.
Enough of that! Last night, after class, I did 3 minutes on the elliptical machine and 30 minutes on the treadmill running and walking. When I got out to my van, it was covered with snow and ice. I went looking for my handy dandy ice scraper and found bean bags and a sled. So, I turned on my van, opened my laptop and waited for the ice to melt on the windshield. I approved a few posts, read a few more and then took off.
I got home and I was so mad about hubby taking my ice scraper out of the van! I didn't know how I was going to let him have it, I just knew I was going to let him have it. So, as I'm gathering all my stuff from school and workout, I try to lock the doors. It won't work. GREAT! He prolly broke the lock thing, too. So I get into the house and go after him about the ice scraper.
As a way to make it up to me, Hubby tells me I can sleep in this morning. Ahhh! How lovely! When it's time for Yankee to go to school, Hubby can't find van key! I get up and look around everywhere...can't find it. I look out the window and Hubby is backing out of the driveway. I was furious! He could have at least told me he found it, right? So he gets back home and says, "I found the key, in the ignition of the van, with it running." DOH! At least the van was nice and warm! UGH!
So while I was at school last night, I signed up for the treadmill for today. What was I thinking? So I went to work out today. I didn't want to run. I didn't want to do anything really, so I put the incline at 5.5, the speed at 3.0 mph and worked out for 30 minutes. My legs were burning, but it felt good.
Kids Say the Darndest Things!
I had mentioned on Carb Tripper's blog, that I, too, was on Romper Room when I was little. We were living in Lincoln, Nebraska and I was four years old. I was adORable! I don't know all of the details of why I was on the show, or how I was chosen, but I remember some of the details, like sitting right next to Miss Linda, holding the flag, Miss Linda holding up a mirror like thing that she could not see through, and exchanging it with one that she could see through in the desk, and cameramen laughing. My mom did fill in some of the details, like WHY the cameramen were laughing.
The year was 1976. I remember my parents arguing back and forth, one night in particular. What they said made me giggle, so I remembered it. The next day, while sitting at Miss Linda's table, I said, "Miss Linda! Miss Linda! Do you know what my mommy said to my daddy?" Miss Linda, clueless lady that she was, said, "What did your mommy say to your daddy?" Well, my daddy was sitting in his office with his black and white TV watching this, trying not to poo his pants wondering why Miss Linda would ask me such a stupid question! So I said, "My mommy said to my daddy 'Up your nose with a rubber hose!' and them my daddy said, 'in your ear with a can a beer!' Isn't that the silliest thing you've ever heard?" Everyone was ROARING!
In the viewing room, all the mothers were asking, "Whose little girl is that? She is so cute!" My mother said, "I have never seen her before in my life."
So when Dimples, age 9 says things like, "There needs to be some disciplinary repercussions for my brother's antagonistic behavior!" I can say, "I have never seen you before in my life!"
The year was 1976. I remember my parents arguing back and forth, one night in particular. What they said made me giggle, so I remembered it. The next day, while sitting at Miss Linda's table, I said, "Miss Linda! Miss Linda! Do you know what my mommy said to my daddy?" Miss Linda, clueless lady that she was, said, "What did your mommy say to your daddy?" Well, my daddy was sitting in his office with his black and white TV watching this, trying not to poo his pants wondering why Miss Linda would ask me such a stupid question! So I said, "My mommy said to my daddy 'Up your nose with a rubber hose!' and them my daddy said, 'in your ear with a can a beer!' Isn't that the silliest thing you've ever heard?" Everyone was ROARING!
In the viewing room, all the mothers were asking, "Whose little girl is that? She is so cute!" My mother said, "I have never seen her before in my life."
So when Dimples, age 9 says things like, "There needs to be some disciplinary repercussions for my brother's antagonistic behavior!" I can say, "I have never seen you before in my life!"
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Ahhhh!
I know I've used that title before, but ahhhhh! All of the kiddos went back to school today. I went and did a quick grocery run with the mother. I went to Aldi. I haven't been to Aldi for probably a year. It's a bit of a trek, and then there is the whole buy the cart thing, buy the bag, bag my own groceries, and so on. Anyyummers, they now have pita chips, and veggie chips! And I got a really nice enameled dutch oven for $20! Usually, those are minimum $50! So, I'm making soup. I'm also making collards. I have been really digging the collards lately! Dimples said to me yesterday, "I would like you to make some potato soup like Grammy makes and some collards to go with it." Well, you don't have to ask me twice!
Funny Story Time:
In 1999, I was married with a baby. He was the CUTEST baby, EVER! We also had an Old English Sheepdog named Jack. We were living in some apartments that allowed dogs, had a pool that I didn't take advantage of, DARN IT! Anypuppy, I digress. So I was going into the building and it stinks really bad in the hall. I mean like someone's dog ate something, pooped it out, and then died. It was rancid! So I carried my MOST ADORABLE HUGE baby (he was born 9 lbs 10 oz and was 20 lbs at six months) up the stairs and called the property manager. So they sent out the maintenance guy to see where the pile of poo was. When he couldn't find it, he knocked on doors. Come to find out, Gladys, on the first floor, was cooking collards. So they called me to tell me that she was cooking collards. I said, "Oh GAG! Can you make her stop? The smell is putrid!" Well they couldn't and I vowed that day to NEVER eat something that tasted like dead dog poo.
So, 11 years later, I'm cooking collards and my puppy is laying on the floor while I'm cooking. All the sudden he gets up and leaves. I say, "Brutus! Did you just toot and leave me to smell the mess while I'm cooking?" He said...okay, he didn't say anything, but then I smelled something coming from under the lid of the pan. You guessed it! COLLARDS! ugh. I'm Gladys.
Well, I know one thing for sure, Gladys had regular bowels!
Funny Story Time:
In 1999, I was married with a baby. He was the CUTEST baby, EVER! We also had an Old English Sheepdog named Jack. We were living in some apartments that allowed dogs, had a pool that I didn't take advantage of, DARN IT! Anypuppy, I digress. So I was going into the building and it stinks really bad in the hall. I mean like someone's dog ate something, pooped it out, and then died. It was rancid! So I carried my MOST ADORABLE HUGE baby (he was born 9 lbs 10 oz and was 20 lbs at six months) up the stairs and called the property manager. So they sent out the maintenance guy to see where the pile of poo was. When he couldn't find it, he knocked on doors. Come to find out, Gladys, on the first floor, was cooking collards. So they called me to tell me that she was cooking collards. I said, "Oh GAG! Can you make her stop? The smell is putrid!" Well they couldn't and I vowed that day to NEVER eat something that tasted like dead dog poo.
So, 11 years later, I'm cooking collards and my puppy is laying on the floor while I'm cooking. All the sudden he gets up and leaves. I say, "Brutus! Did you just toot and leave me to smell the mess while I'm cooking?" He said...okay, he didn't say anything, but then I smelled something coming from under the lid of the pan. You guessed it! COLLARDS! ugh. I'm Gladys.
Well, I know one thing for sure, Gladys had regular bowels!
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Wednesday Night...
In spite of the fact that I am getting really anxious for the kids to go to school, I had an okay day. My oldest had a follow-up on his wrist today and a first time well check-up with our doctor. Well, Yankee is in the 95th percentile for height, and 97th percentile for weight. It has actually been a couple of years since he was in for a well check. The last time he was in, he was 75% height and 104% weight. That seems to be leveling out. The doctor told him that he wants him to be careful with what he eats and eat more vegetables. I asked him, "How many vegetable servings do you eat in a week?" He said, "2?" That has got to change! Anyway, he is going to do it because he knows what's good for him.
I had class tonight. I had some major computer malfunctions that angered me, but I got through it. After class, I had the treadmill reserved. So I got my happy arse down there and walked a mile and a half. I did run for one tenth of a mile, but I am still recovering from that EAAT2 workout! Then after my 30 minutes on the treadmill, I went over to the exercise bike for 15 minutes and rode 2.5 miles. I feel really good! I always like my hubby a little more after I work out. He doesn't get on my nerves quite as much.
I had class tonight. I had some major computer malfunctions that angered me, but I got through it. After class, I had the treadmill reserved. So I got my happy arse down there and walked a mile and a half. I did run for one tenth of a mile, but I am still recovering from that EAAT2 workout! Then after my 30 minutes on the treadmill, I went over to the exercise bike for 15 minutes and rode 2.5 miles. I feel really good! I always like my hubby a little more after I work out. He doesn't get on my nerves quite as much.
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