Last night we took the dogs for a walk and I put on a pair of regular old workout pants. As we walk my thighs rub together to the point that I'm surprised my underwear didn't catch on fire. We get home and I realize that I have RUBBED THE SKIN OFF MY THIGHS AND NOW HAVE AN ACTUAL SORE. Which continues to be painful and is now covered in a scab. Let me just say scabs on your inner thighs do NOT lend themselves to romance.
But that did not deter me from spending an hour at the gym today...30 min on the elliptical and once around the circuit. The Wii said I LOST 2 lbs; however, my Mii is still chubby and in fact I noticed that her belly sticks out from under her shirt which looks like a half shirt, but isn't. Sad. :(
I then bucked up and we took the dogs on a walk again (wooowooo), but was smart enough to wear bike shorts UNDER my pants to save my thighs. Which worked delightfully.
But now I'm sore, but in a good way. I've also been taking a 15 day cleanse; however, am disappointed b/c so far there has been any cleansing...Bastards! I think the girl at the Smoothie King where I bought it lied to me about her boss losing 15 lbs. on it. I mean I can't imagine that someone who works part time at a Smoothie King would LIE about a product NOT approved by the FDA, but I guess it could happen.
I did get some additional exercise today LAUGHING MY ASS OFF at Paul playing rhythm step on the Wii Fit. And let me just say that he LOVES to shake his groove thang.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
The reality of stupidity
Paul and I drove 2 HOURS to take 2 of our 4 dogs to a dog park in Jacksonville, FL. The reason we only took 2 dogs is because my "dogs" (aka small furry children...okay, only 1 has fur, but whatever) do not enjoy the dog park. Our trips to the dog park basically consist of Beauty trying to escape the entire time (which is her sitting by the entrance, looking pitiful, and begging people to free her) or sitting next to me on the bench and Beast obliviously walking alone sniffing trees and grass with zero interaction with other dogs.
So, we took Sasha and Jojo who LOVE the dog park. They ran, wrestled, barked, and swam with joy. And then conked out completely for the entire ride home. Thank god because Sasha's breath could kill you when she gets too close.
We decide to go eat at Outback for dinner. Yummy! Except we were slightly derailed on the way to our call ahead seating time by 2 people FIGHTING in the middle of Northside Dr. And by 2 people I mean a man and a woman punching each other. So I tell Paul to call 911 as I am driving and he does and then he tells me to turn around.
We get back and he's on the phone with 911 and I pull over and there's another car also parked. As we get out of the car this guy is screaming "Get back in the car" except with a more urban feel to his speech. What does Paul do? He hands me the phone and walks across the road.
Now I'm on the phone with 911 like an eye witness reporter giving her the play by play. The other car was apparently the girl's friend because the girl gets in and they start to drive away...well, they start to slowly drive next to the guy who is walking down the road screaming at Paul. Oh, and Paul...is screaming back. Nice!
The guy then gets in the car with the 2 girls. (FYI if you are stupid enough to let this guy get in the car with you after you fighting on the side of the road then you deserve to get your ass beat by him when you get home)
So, what do we do? We follow them of course. All the way to Walmart on Inner Perimiter and me on the phone the ENTIRE time giving 911 the 411. We believe they drove to Walmart to determine if we were following them because they parked sideways near the Goodwill trailer and all of them got out of the car and looked around at which point the police came roaring up (which actually was pretty funny).
3 police cars show up and LET THE PEOPLE GO. Which then causes Paul to get into a heated discussion with the officers which causes the one officer to forcefully give us his name and storm off into his squad car which causes me to shake my head in frustration and hunger.
When Paul is finally done "voicing" his opinion on why the police suck to the police officers we get to Outback where we are pitied and still give our 7:15 call ahead time despite not arriving till 7:30pm and we ended up being sat around 8pm.
You will all be proud to know that I refrained from having a drink even though I DESPERATELY wanted one, but I did chow down on some cheese fries (we only shared a half order though). And I did not eat my entire meal.
Driving back we tried to theorize why this couple was in the middle of the road WITH NO CAR to be seen (near McKey Planation and Crestwood). We decided they were planning or carrying out a home invasion and for some reason got into a fight about it. Maybe the girl wanted a bigger cut or something or changed her mind. Or maybe he forgot his gun. I suppose we shall never know.
So, we took Sasha and Jojo who LOVE the dog park. They ran, wrestled, barked, and swam with joy. And then conked out completely for the entire ride home. Thank god because Sasha's breath could kill you when she gets too close.
We decide to go eat at Outback for dinner. Yummy! Except we were slightly derailed on the way to our call ahead seating time by 2 people FIGHTING in the middle of Northside Dr. And by 2 people I mean a man and a woman punching each other. So I tell Paul to call 911 as I am driving and he does and then he tells me to turn around.
We get back and he's on the phone with 911 and I pull over and there's another car also parked. As we get out of the car this guy is screaming "Get back in the car" except with a more urban feel to his speech. What does Paul do? He hands me the phone and walks across the road.
Now I'm on the phone with 911 like an eye witness reporter giving her the play by play. The other car was apparently the girl's friend because the girl gets in and they start to drive away...well, they start to slowly drive next to the guy who is walking down the road screaming at Paul. Oh, and Paul...is screaming back. Nice!
The guy then gets in the car with the 2 girls. (FYI if you are stupid enough to let this guy get in the car with you after you fighting on the side of the road then you deserve to get your ass beat by him when you get home)
So, what do we do? We follow them of course. All the way to Walmart on Inner Perimiter and me on the phone the ENTIRE time giving 911 the 411. We believe they drove to Walmart to determine if we were following them because they parked sideways near the Goodwill trailer and all of them got out of the car and looked around at which point the police came roaring up (which actually was pretty funny).
3 police cars show up and LET THE PEOPLE GO. Which then causes Paul to get into a heated discussion with the officers which causes the one officer to forcefully give us his name and storm off into his squad car which causes me to shake my head in frustration and hunger.
When Paul is finally done "voicing" his opinion on why the police suck to the police officers we get to Outback where we are pitied and still give our 7:15 call ahead time despite not arriving till 7:30pm and we ended up being sat around 8pm.
You will all be proud to know that I refrained from having a drink even though I DESPERATELY wanted one, but I did chow down on some cheese fries (we only shared a half order though). And I did not eat my entire meal.
Driving back we tried to theorize why this couple was in the middle of the road WITH NO CAR to be seen (near McKey Planation and Crestwood). We decided they were planning or carrying out a home invasion and for some reason got into a fight about it. Maybe the girl wanted a bigger cut or something or changed her mind. Or maybe he forgot his gun. I suppose we shall never know.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Morbidly obese
Laying in bed last night, flipping through channels we came across a show on TLC on morbidly obese people. I have to admit that I have always held a little bit of a prejudice against those who are morbidly obese...not so much out of hatred, but more fear of how I could end up myself.
The first show was something about obese teens and it made me really angry...not at the teens themselves, but at their parents. How on earth could you allow your child to reach the point at 16 years old they need gastric bypass surgery just to survive? The one mother had such improper expectations of her 16 year old and babied him to such an awful extent (she had another child who had died) that you just couldn't imagine a way for this boy to ever have a normal life UNLESS he and his mother received counseling. He was in a situation in which he was almost bedridden. They cut off 70 lbs. of fat from his stomach when they did his bypass surgery. And instead of acting like a 16 year old, he acted like an 8 year old, and mother treated him like an 8 year old although he did not appear to have any intellectual defects that would cause that.
It is my opinion that social services need to step in in those circumstances and deal with that family so that a child does not die of obesity and so the parents stop enabling the child. And its interesting in ALL the cases shown the parents were overweight as well. Maybe not morbidly obese, but certainly at the point that they needed to lose 50+ lbs.
Then we watched Half Ton Mom. This woman weighed 900 lbs. and was bedridden. She was unable to roll over, care for herself, and basically her life existed in her bed. She had 2 beautiful children and her parents appeared to be of normal weight for their age and height. Her sister is overweight, but not morbidly so. Hearing her story made me think 2 things:
When she was hit by a drunk driver and confined to bed someone had to be the one bringing her food that lacked nutritional value. Perhaps if someone had stepped in earlier and fed her nutritional foods then she wouldn't have ballooned to the point where she weighed 900 lbs.
But she did posses a beautiful spirit and show courage when she opted for gastric bypass surgery knowing she may die from the surgery. She had little options as she either needed to lose the weight medically, risk and all, or she would die within the year from her weight. And so she had the surgery...and died 2 weeks later of a heart attack. Her story made me sad, especially for her daughters. And so I emailed them on myspace just a little bit ago (they showed her page on TLC).
This morning we watched The Biggest Loser: Family Edition. When the one daughter weighed LESS than I do currently I knew I really needed to get serious (as in her BEFORE weight was LESS than my current weight and then she lost 42 lbs). Paul pointed out that she was not as tall as I am, but still. I cannot continue to ignore my weight and hope that it will magically disappear. I cannot think myself thin.
So, I went to the gym. And came home and played Wii fit. I have decided that while I LOVE wine I am going to abstain until January 24th (party that afternoon) and also am going to lay off the soda. Hopefully my heart burn issues will improve and I'll drop a few pounds to boot. I can't completely give up my coffee though (although I have gone from daily to twice a week).
2009 is about being healthier, living healthier, and continuing to work on myself...being content and at peace and grateful.
The first show was something about obese teens and it made me really angry...not at the teens themselves, but at their parents. How on earth could you allow your child to reach the point at 16 years old they need gastric bypass surgery just to survive? The one mother had such improper expectations of her 16 year old and babied him to such an awful extent (she had another child who had died) that you just couldn't imagine a way for this boy to ever have a normal life UNLESS he and his mother received counseling. He was in a situation in which he was almost bedridden. They cut off 70 lbs. of fat from his stomach when they did his bypass surgery. And instead of acting like a 16 year old, he acted like an 8 year old, and mother treated him like an 8 year old although he did not appear to have any intellectual defects that would cause that.
It is my opinion that social services need to step in in those circumstances and deal with that family so that a child does not die of obesity and so the parents stop enabling the child. And its interesting in ALL the cases shown the parents were overweight as well. Maybe not morbidly obese, but certainly at the point that they needed to lose 50+ lbs.
Then we watched Half Ton Mom. This woman weighed 900 lbs. and was bedridden. She was unable to roll over, care for herself, and basically her life existed in her bed. She had 2 beautiful children and her parents appeared to be of normal weight for their age and height. Her sister is overweight, but not morbidly so. Hearing her story made me think 2 things:
When she was hit by a drunk driver and confined to bed someone had to be the one bringing her food that lacked nutritional value. Perhaps if someone had stepped in earlier and fed her nutritional foods then she wouldn't have ballooned to the point where she weighed 900 lbs.
But she did posses a beautiful spirit and show courage when she opted for gastric bypass surgery knowing she may die from the surgery. She had little options as she either needed to lose the weight medically, risk and all, or she would die within the year from her weight. And so she had the surgery...and died 2 weeks later of a heart attack. Her story made me sad, especially for her daughters. And so I emailed them on myspace just a little bit ago (they showed her page on TLC).
This morning we watched The Biggest Loser: Family Edition. When the one daughter weighed LESS than I do currently I knew I really needed to get serious (as in her BEFORE weight was LESS than my current weight and then she lost 42 lbs). Paul pointed out that she was not as tall as I am, but still. I cannot continue to ignore my weight and hope that it will magically disappear. I cannot think myself thin.
So, I went to the gym. And came home and played Wii fit. I have decided that while I LOVE wine I am going to abstain until January 24th (party that afternoon) and also am going to lay off the soda. Hopefully my heart burn issues will improve and I'll drop a few pounds to boot. I can't completely give up my coffee though (although I have gone from daily to twice a week).
2009 is about being healthier, living healthier, and continuing to work on myself...being content and at peace and grateful.
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