I didn't meet Carl today. I'm way busy getting ready to go out to the Book Cliffs for the annual Thanksgiving camping trip. Plus, I hate everyone this week and should really not be around anyone because I just can't play nice.
I don't want my mom to lecture me, I don't want the lady at the hospital billing office to lecture me, I don't want my husband to yell at me, I don't want the lady at the mortgage company to be a bitch to me and I sure as hell don't want Carl telling me what to do today.
So, I'm going to go feed one of the science fair rats to a snake. Then I'm getting the hell outta town for the weekend and hopefully I'll come back all nice and recharged and ready to play again.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
BMI's are BULL
There. I said it. BMI charts are a buncha bull-puckey. For people like me, at least.
I'm a big girl. I always have been. I've got a big, stocky build. When I was thin I was still considered overweight according to the BMI charts though. If I were to be within normal range, i'd have to lose down to 150 lbs. For me to reach 150 lbs would be almost impossible. I haven't weighed that much since I was a sophomore in high school. And even then I think I was lying. But I was pretty thin. I was wearing a size 10. Still pretty big by high school girl size standards.
I've always LIKED being bigger though. I've got broad shoulders and a thick chest cavity. I was an athlete. It was to my advantage. I even had the bench press record in high school. I was a bad-ass that nobody messed with and I could take a hit in any game. I like contact sports and I like mixing it up and getting rough. Being bigger usually put me at an advantage there as well. I doled out two serious injuries in the Powderpuff Football game when I was a sophomore...and i gotta admit...it felt GOOD to hit like that.
I played college softball my freshman year at SUU in Cedar City. I was in the best physical shape of my life back then. I was working out 30 minutes a day on the exercise bike, practicing, lifting weights, catching for the pitchers, practicing in the batting cages and I worked all weekend and most nights. I had little time for classes and homework so I barely had time to eat. I was always eating on the run. I remember my roommate making sandwiches for me in between practice and work. She'd make me a chicken sandwich on 1 slice of whole wheat with a little bit of mustard on it and I'd usually grab a salad or something at work (I worked at a Golden Corral). I'd eat pasta with tomato sauce on it for lunch with a few raw veggies and a handful of cracklin' oat bran for breakfast on the run. I lost quite a bit of weight that year and weighed in at about 170 lbs. I wasn't completely fat free, but I looked good in my clothes and felt comfortable enough to walk down the beach in California in just my swimsuit..no shorts to cover my thighs.
But I was still considered overweight according to the BMI charts. Bull-puckey! Plus, I was pretty healthy.
But I still love my Diet Coke! lol
I'm a big girl. I always have been. I've got a big, stocky build. When I was thin I was still considered overweight according to the BMI charts though. If I were to be within normal range, i'd have to lose down to 150 lbs. For me to reach 150 lbs would be almost impossible. I haven't weighed that much since I was a sophomore in high school. And even then I think I was lying. But I was pretty thin. I was wearing a size 10. Still pretty big by high school girl size standards.
I've always LIKED being bigger though. I've got broad shoulders and a thick chest cavity. I was an athlete. It was to my advantage. I even had the bench press record in high school. I was a bad-ass that nobody messed with and I could take a hit in any game. I like contact sports and I like mixing it up and getting rough. Being bigger usually put me at an advantage there as well. I doled out two serious injuries in the Powderpuff Football game when I was a sophomore...and i gotta admit...it felt GOOD to hit like that.
I played college softball my freshman year at SUU in Cedar City. I was in the best physical shape of my life back then. I was working out 30 minutes a day on the exercise bike, practicing, lifting weights, catching for the pitchers, practicing in the batting cages and I worked all weekend and most nights. I had little time for classes and homework so I barely had time to eat. I was always eating on the run. I remember my roommate making sandwiches for me in between practice and work. She'd make me a chicken sandwich on 1 slice of whole wheat with a little bit of mustard on it and I'd usually grab a salad or something at work (I worked at a Golden Corral). I'd eat pasta with tomato sauce on it for lunch with a few raw veggies and a handful of cracklin' oat bran for breakfast on the run. I lost quite a bit of weight that year and weighed in at about 170 lbs. I wasn't completely fat free, but I looked good in my clothes and felt comfortable enough to walk down the beach in California in just my swimsuit..no shorts to cover my thighs.
But I was still considered overweight according to the BMI charts. Bull-puckey! Plus, I was pretty healthy.
But I still love my Diet Coke! lol
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Giving Up Diet Coke?
What did you say about giving up Diet Coke, Michelle? ARE YOU INSANE??? That's just crazy talk, girl! I'm not giving up diet coke! No way, man!!!
Monday, November 17, 2008
Food log?
I was supposed to start this already? Ooopsey!
I'll get right on that. It ain't gonna be pretty though. I'll say that right now. And if I had kept one from this past weekend....it would've been REALLY ugly. We ate out at Hollow Moon on Friday night, Golden Corral on Saturday, and then went to mom's for dinner last night. It was a dessert-a-palooza there too. Total dessert overload and I just couldn't hurt people's feelings by not trying their tasty treats, right? ;-)
I've got some BAAA-aaaa-AAAAAD habits to break.
I'll get right on that. It ain't gonna be pretty though. I'll say that right now. And if I had kept one from this past weekend....it would've been REALLY ugly. We ate out at Hollow Moon on Friday night, Golden Corral on Saturday, and then went to mom's for dinner last night. It was a dessert-a-palooza there too. Total dessert overload and I just couldn't hurt people's feelings by not trying their tasty treats, right? ;-)
I've got some BAAA-aaaa-AAAAAD habits to break.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
THE Contest
Ok, so I'm a part of this magazine called The Edge. It's a local magazine that I help create each month with 2 other Super Moms named Michelle and Christine. We are busy, creative, talented and beautiful women who are always on the run, but we are it also fat. So, I came up with a plan to help us lose weight and hopefully it will inspire many others in our community to do the same. I hope this will be the start of something HUGE.
Here are the sketchy details. Basically, this will be a "Biggest Loser" type of contest between Michelle, Christine, and myself. We will incorporate personaly trainers, dieticians, doctors and a whole slew of personal supporters and folks who will help us in our quest. We will take before pics and we will pretty much lay it alllll out there on the pages of our magazine each month and report our daily progress on our blogs.
This also means getting a BMI drawn up, weight taken, pics posted...the whole works. EEEEKK! But, we're going for it. It'll be a great, healthy journey and next year, there will be 3 different people in our contest.
We also want the general public to join us. Schedule a check up with your doctor, chart your starting weight and make sure your doctor approves your weight loss plan. Snap a before pic and then get healthy! If you want to blog about, set up a blog here at blogspot.com and we'll link to it. Send us your progress updates as well. Don't forget to include your tips, tricks, complaints, and worries. We'll help support each other! At the end of 6 months, when Michelle, Christine and I end our contest, we will determine a winner amongst our readers who participate.
This will be an adventure! Hopefully a healthy one and a fun one. Stay tuned!
Here are the sketchy details. Basically, this will be a "Biggest Loser" type of contest between Michelle, Christine, and myself. We will incorporate personaly trainers, dieticians, doctors and a whole slew of personal supporters and folks who will help us in our quest. We will take before pics and we will pretty much lay it alllll out there on the pages of our magazine each month and report our daily progress on our blogs.
This also means getting a BMI drawn up, weight taken, pics posted...the whole works. EEEEKK! But, we're going for it. It'll be a great, healthy journey and next year, there will be 3 different people in our contest.
We also want the general public to join us. Schedule a check up with your doctor, chart your starting weight and make sure your doctor approves your weight loss plan. Snap a before pic and then get healthy! If you want to blog about, set up a blog here at blogspot.com and we'll link to it. Send us your progress updates as well. Don't forget to include your tips, tricks, complaints, and worries. We'll help support each other! At the end of 6 months, when Michelle, Christine and I end our contest, we will determine a winner amongst our readers who participate.
This will be an adventure! Hopefully a healthy one and a fun one. Stay tuned!
Official Super Mom
Well, I did it! Last Tuesday I think I officially reached "Super Mom" status. Normally I wouldn't classify myself as anything great...I'm just a regular mom just taking care of business, but something changed last week that made me really think about all that I do on a day to day basis. And it's ALOT.
It all came about last Saturday morning when, in the midst of one of my cleaning furies and rages, my husband angrily shouted, "What do you want me to do?". This frustrated expression came about when he was told not to just sit around. I wanted some help! So, he said, "Well, you don't have to act this way just because you finally chose to clean the house today. I'm surprised you guys aren't just sitting around all day like you always do while I go to work!"
Oh no he di'nt!!!
Oh yes, he did!
But, the man got lucky that time. And I mean VERY lucky. No...he got EXTREMELY lucky because I remained calm and quiet and spared him the "Well Look! Ward F-In Cleaver, this is how it is and how it's gonna be" lecture. I remained silent and continued working on the walls I was so vigorously scrubbing. And while I was scrubbing, I started taking a look at just what had happened the previous week that had interfered with my house cleaning. I felt like I had cleaned non-stop. I certainly wasn't sitting around watching soaps and eating bon-bons all day (what the hell are bon-bons anyway?) . So, what HAD I done?
I decided to keep better track of how I spent my time each day and while Monday was quite a busy day, Tuesday was THE day I'm claiming I reached Super Mom status.
The day began like any other. I got my kids up out of bed and ready for school. This requires much yelling and prodding and is actually quite an exasperating process. I also cooked omlettes for breakfast and curled my daughter's hair. She left for school looking as beautiful as ever and my 10 year old looked quite presentable and neat. I won't let my children leave the house looking bedraggled and like they just rolled out of bed.
A friend dropped her 4 year old off so I could babysit him for the day. He fits in very well with my 4 year old and my 2 year old boys and they all 3 played quite well together the whole day. I did have to make them breakfast, get milk about a million times, keep them out of the dirt and mud and make sure they weren't tearing the house down.
By mid morning I had cleaned up the kitchen and done 2 loads of laundry and soon it was time to take the boys my mother's for an hour so I could volunteer in my daughter's class. I work with the top level reading group three times a week for 30 minutes. Afterwards I picked up the 3 little boys, made them lunch, did more laundry and got some work done on a website I am paid to work on. Then I accomplished the momentous task of getting three little boys down for naps at the same time.
Later on, I attended the Veteran's Day program at the kids' school. Afterwards I hosted my daughter's friend and my son's friend as sell as the extra 4 year old I was babysitting. 7 kids running around. It was at this time we discovered the lost science fair rat. My 10 year old was in the middle of a science project that involved rats and it seems one had escaped. Oh lovely!
So, I calmed people down from that crisis and began to make cookies and work on my website at the same time. Cookies were soon baked and consumed and friends went home. And so it was onto my daughter's basketball game. And, of course I'm the coach. After her game it was onto Cub Scout pack meeting. I had to resort to feeding my peeps McD's cuisine though, which I readily admit COULD put my Super Mom status in jeopardy, but I figure the Super Mom Rulers can kiss my butt on that one because there just wasn't time in the day to squeeze it in!
After pack meeting we returned home where more laundry was started, house was cleaned, children were bathed, read to and put to bed. PHEW!! What a day!
It still wasn't over though. I still had plenty of work to do so I plowed through it and finally put myself to bed at about midnight.
But I had baked cookies AND coached little league AND hosted 3 friends AND had gone to a Cub Scout meeting all in one day. That along with all my other duties is what classifies me as a Super Mom. Wanna know what I did the rest of the week?
It's different every day, but I'm always busy and always doing something with or for my children. I am devoted to my family, but I still manage to find some 'ME' in my day and enjoy things I like too. It's a precarious balance, but I manage. I know for certain my husband could never do what I do.
So there you have it, Ward F-in Cleaver! June's day PLUS some. Bite me, man!
It all came about last Saturday morning when, in the midst of one of my cleaning furies and rages, my husband angrily shouted, "What do you want me to do?". This frustrated expression came about when he was told not to just sit around. I wanted some help! So, he said, "Well, you don't have to act this way just because you finally chose to clean the house today. I'm surprised you guys aren't just sitting around all day like you always do while I go to work!"
Oh no he di'nt!!!
Oh yes, he did!
But, the man got lucky that time. And I mean VERY lucky. No...he got EXTREMELY lucky because I remained calm and quiet and spared him the "Well Look! Ward F-In Cleaver, this is how it is and how it's gonna be" lecture. I remained silent and continued working on the walls I was so vigorously scrubbing. And while I was scrubbing, I started taking a look at just what had happened the previous week that had interfered with my house cleaning. I felt like I had cleaned non-stop. I certainly wasn't sitting around watching soaps and eating bon-bons all day (what the hell are bon-bons anyway?) . So, what HAD I done?
I decided to keep better track of how I spent my time each day and while Monday was quite a busy day, Tuesday was THE day I'm claiming I reached Super Mom status.
The day began like any other. I got my kids up out of bed and ready for school. This requires much yelling and prodding and is actually quite an exasperating process. I also cooked omlettes for breakfast and curled my daughter's hair. She left for school looking as beautiful as ever and my 10 year old looked quite presentable and neat. I won't let my children leave the house looking bedraggled and like they just rolled out of bed.
A friend dropped her 4 year old off so I could babysit him for the day. He fits in very well with my 4 year old and my 2 year old boys and they all 3 played quite well together the whole day. I did have to make them breakfast, get milk about a million times, keep them out of the dirt and mud and make sure they weren't tearing the house down.
By mid morning I had cleaned up the kitchen and done 2 loads of laundry and soon it was time to take the boys my mother's for an hour so I could volunteer in my daughter's class. I work with the top level reading group three times a week for 30 minutes. Afterwards I picked up the 3 little boys, made them lunch, did more laundry and got some work done on a website I am paid to work on. Then I accomplished the momentous task of getting three little boys down for naps at the same time.
Later on, I attended the Veteran's Day program at the kids' school. Afterwards I hosted my daughter's friend and my son's friend as sell as the extra 4 year old I was babysitting. 7 kids running around. It was at this time we discovered the lost science fair rat. My 10 year old was in the middle of a science project that involved rats and it seems one had escaped. Oh lovely!
So, I calmed people down from that crisis and began to make cookies and work on my website at the same time. Cookies were soon baked and consumed and friends went home. And so it was onto my daughter's basketball game. And, of course I'm the coach. After her game it was onto Cub Scout pack meeting. I had to resort to feeding my peeps McD's cuisine though, which I readily admit COULD put my Super Mom status in jeopardy, but I figure the Super Mom Rulers can kiss my butt on that one because there just wasn't time in the day to squeeze it in!
After pack meeting we returned home where more laundry was started, house was cleaned, children were bathed, read to and put to bed. PHEW!! What a day!
It still wasn't over though. I still had plenty of work to do so I plowed through it and finally put myself to bed at about midnight.
But I had baked cookies AND coached little league AND hosted 3 friends AND had gone to a Cub Scout meeting all in one day. That along with all my other duties is what classifies me as a Super Mom. Wanna know what I did the rest of the week?
It's different every day, but I'm always busy and always doing something with or for my children. I am devoted to my family, but I still manage to find some 'ME' in my day and enjoy things I like too. It's a precarious balance, but I manage. I know for certain my husband could never do what I do.
So there you have it, Ward F-in Cleaver! June's day PLUS some. Bite me, man!
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