Well, blog fans, it's been 2 weeks since my last progress report, so I thought I'd check in with you again.
Since I started my new "get off my behind once in a while" program back on November 21, 2007, my measurements have decreased by the following:
* Bust: 1" (hubby's not going to be too thrilled about that one)
* Rib cage: 1"
* Waist: 1 1/2"
* Tummy: 1 1/2"
* Hips: 1/2"
* Thigh: 1/2"
Not too shabby, eh? Although you'd think the hips and thighs would show a little more progress, since they're the parts that move the most (if you don't take into account all the jiggling that's going on everywhere).
I had a little scare yesterday, though. Just as I got off my ol' faithfull treadmill (you remember, the one that's been sitting in various corners of my house collecting dust for the past several years), it gave me an error message on the display. "E2" ... whatever the heck that means. Possibly, "Lady, lay off the cookies, would ya? You're killing me here!" I tried clearing the screen, I tried pulling off the little safety key - nothing happened. Fabulous. Just as I decide to get back into shape, my equipment dies and now I'll have to convince hubby that I need to spend another $1000 on a new treadmill - smack in the middle of the Christmas season.
I decided to unplug the machine, as I do every day to avoid power spikes and the like. Just like with a computer - if all else fails, reboot. I came back to it a while later, plugged it back in, and all was fine. I didn't get any ominous error messages this morning before, after or during my daily walk. Whew!!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
I Is So Smart!
Hooo, boy, am I in trouble!
You all remember Trouble, right? My 4-going-on-20-year-old? Well, we've finally gotten him toilet trained, after what felt like years of cajoling, bribing, threats and deal-making. As I had been explaining to everyone all along, it was completely his idea. He just decided one day that it was time to give it a try. Great news, right? I never thought I'd be pining for the Pull-Up days.
Trouble has decided that he is dead-set against wearing underwear. That's right, he goes commando on a daily basis. I don't know why. It's not like he ever had a bad experience with underwear, other than everyone asking him why he won't wear them. He has all sorts of wonderful undies - Spider Man, Bob the Builder, SpongeBob SquarePants, Diego, as well as a wide assortment of dinosaurs, trucks and wildlife. None of these characters have enticed him in the least little bit to wear undies.
Well, I thought I'd pull one over on him this morning. While getting him dressed, I slipped a pair of underwear into his pants and pulled the whole kit and kaboodle on and immediately got him involved in some activities before he could notice that something was different. Oh, I was so proud of myself! I sent a text message to hubby, who was extremely impressed. I sent an e-mail to my sister, who immediately called to congratulate me on my cleverness. Yes, I was feeling like quite the Cheshire Cat this morning.
Trouble came over a few minutes ago for a little hug. I took advantage of his proximity to check on the underwear situation - make sure things aren't bunching up on him and the like. But ... wait a second ... I don't feel any undies at all. Where the heck did they go?
"I took them off," was his quick but firm reply. "I don't want any underwear."
And here I was, labouring under the delusion all day long that I had finally outsmarted my 4-year-old. Shoulda known better!!
You all remember Trouble, right? My 4-going-on-20-year-old? Well, we've finally gotten him toilet trained, after what felt like years of cajoling, bribing, threats and deal-making. As I had been explaining to everyone all along, it was completely his idea. He just decided one day that it was time to give it a try. Great news, right? I never thought I'd be pining for the Pull-Up days.
Trouble has decided that he is dead-set against wearing underwear. That's right, he goes commando on a daily basis. I don't know why. It's not like he ever had a bad experience with underwear, other than everyone asking him why he won't wear them. He has all sorts of wonderful undies - Spider Man, Bob the Builder, SpongeBob SquarePants, Diego, as well as a wide assortment of dinosaurs, trucks and wildlife. None of these characters have enticed him in the least little bit to wear undies.
Well, I thought I'd pull one over on him this morning. While getting him dressed, I slipped a pair of underwear into his pants and pulled the whole kit and kaboodle on and immediately got him involved in some activities before he could notice that something was different. Oh, I was so proud of myself! I sent a text message to hubby, who was extremely impressed. I sent an e-mail to my sister, who immediately called to congratulate me on my cleverness. Yes, I was feeling like quite the Cheshire Cat this morning.
Trouble came over a few minutes ago for a little hug. I took advantage of his proximity to check on the underwear situation - make sure things aren't bunching up on him and the like. But ... wait a second ... I don't feel any undies at all. Where the heck did they go?
"I took them off," was his quick but firm reply. "I don't want any underwear."
And here I was, labouring under the delusion all day long that I had finally outsmarted my 4-year-old. Shoulda known better!!
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Progress Report
Hey there, blog lovers!
Two weeks ago, I had welcomed you to the beginning of the rest of my life. True to my word, and somewhat surprisingly, I've been walking on my much-neglected treadmill every week-day since then. I started at 15 minutes per day, just to ease into things. I've since moved up to 20 minutes. I hope to be able to kick it up to 30 minutes in the New Year. Baby steps, remember?
So, after 2 weeks of walking, and eating smaller bags of chips, I have some progress to report.
I've lost 1" off of my ribcage, 1" off my waist and 1" off my tummy which, thanks to age, 2 c-sections and gravity, hangs considerably lower than my waist, so I figured I'd measure it separately.
I'm also happy to report that the smaller bags of chips that are sitting in my pantry are somewhat less vocal than the large bags I used to buy. I'm not sure why, but the little Hallowe'en sized bags don't call to me the way the Costco bags do. Maybe smaller bags have smaller voices and, because I'm a Mom, I'm quite used to ignoring the little whining voices around me. Whatever the reason, it's working, so we'll keep going with this part of the plan as well.
Well, gotta go. My treadmill is calling me...
Two weeks ago, I had welcomed you to the beginning of the rest of my life. True to my word, and somewhat surprisingly, I've been walking on my much-neglected treadmill every week-day since then. I started at 15 minutes per day, just to ease into things. I've since moved up to 20 minutes. I hope to be able to kick it up to 30 minutes in the New Year. Baby steps, remember?
So, after 2 weeks of walking, and eating smaller bags of chips, I have some progress to report.
I've lost 1" off of my ribcage, 1" off my waist and 1" off my tummy which, thanks to age, 2 c-sections and gravity, hangs considerably lower than my waist, so I figured I'd measure it separately.
I'm also happy to report that the smaller bags of chips that are sitting in my pantry are somewhat less vocal than the large bags I used to buy. I'm not sure why, but the little Hallowe'en sized bags don't call to me the way the Costco bags do. Maybe smaller bags have smaller voices and, because I'm a Mom, I'm quite used to ignoring the little whining voices around me. Whatever the reason, it's working, so we'll keep going with this part of the plan as well.
Well, gotta go. My treadmill is calling me...
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Reason #1 To Carry A Video Camera At All Times
We're in the grips of several days' worth of snow squalls in our neck of the woods (for those who don't know, squalls are really nasty, but short-lived, storms that brew up over the lakes, whip up really high winds, lay a bunch of snow down and blow it all over God's green acres, making driving a dangerous mess). We're on snow day #2 after a 3-day week-end for the kids. Can you say "cabin fever"?
Yesterday evening, the whole family ventured outdoors. Mom and Dad shovelled and snow-blowed while the kids slid down the hill on the front lawn with their body boards. They had a couple of old, battered body boards, which had been left outside and were now coated in several inches of snow and ice. We had also bought them a new pair of very slick-looking boards at Costco over the week-end, which they were using.
After finishing with the clean-up, Dad decided he wanted to play with the kids. Mini-me made it look so easy, after all. Just grab onto the handles, get a running start, launch the board onto the ground, land on it on your knees and enjoy the ride. Simple, right? So, Dad grabs one of the old, ice-and-snow-encrusted boards, waves the kids out of the way, and takes a running leap onto the hill.
Geronimo!
Did Geronimo know that ice on snow is a very effective braking system? Probably. Dad didn't.
The body board hit the snow. Dad hit the body board, apparently expecting it to go sailing down the hill. The body board had other ideas. It gripped the snow harder than Scrooge gripping his money bag. Dad went from 0 to 60 and back to 0 again in less than a quarter second. The result? Dad did the mother of all faceplants into a foot of fresh snow. From my vantage point, standing safely behind them on the front deck, I saw his head go down and his back-end come up. And that's all I saw, because I started laughing so hard that the tears almost froze my eyelids shut.
Where was my video camera? In my bedroom. Why, oh why don't I carry it with me at all times? That video could have made me a bunch of money on AFV ... or, at the very least, given Dad his 15 seconds of fame on You Tube.
Yesterday evening, the whole family ventured outdoors. Mom and Dad shovelled and snow-blowed while the kids slid down the hill on the front lawn with their body boards. They had a couple of old, battered body boards, which had been left outside and were now coated in several inches of snow and ice. We had also bought them a new pair of very slick-looking boards at Costco over the week-end, which they were using.
After finishing with the clean-up, Dad decided he wanted to play with the kids. Mini-me made it look so easy, after all. Just grab onto the handles, get a running start, launch the board onto the ground, land on it on your knees and enjoy the ride. Simple, right? So, Dad grabs one of the old, ice-and-snow-encrusted boards, waves the kids out of the way, and takes a running leap onto the hill.
Geronimo!
Did Geronimo know that ice on snow is a very effective braking system? Probably. Dad didn't.
The body board hit the snow. Dad hit the body board, apparently expecting it to go sailing down the hill. The body board had other ideas. It gripped the snow harder than Scrooge gripping his money bag. Dad went from 0 to 60 and back to 0 again in less than a quarter second. The result? Dad did the mother of all faceplants into a foot of fresh snow. From my vantage point, standing safely behind them on the front deck, I saw his head go down and his back-end come up. And that's all I saw, because I started laughing so hard that the tears almost froze my eyelids shut.
Where was my video camera? In my bedroom. Why, oh why don't I carry it with me at all times? That video could have made me a bunch of money on AFV ... or, at the very least, given Dad his 15 seconds of fame on You Tube.
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