I am always surprised at how quickly my weeks tumble by. Mondays feel like the longest day of the week. Tuesdays are non-days. Wednesdays make me realize that "Holy Crap...I have a TON of stuff to get done before tomorrow! I have slacked the last two days!" Thursdays are about finishing things and in many cases, packing for the weekend away. Fridays are...well, just perfect. And exciting. I get to see Steinvic on Fridays. I usually don't have to work on Saturdays, so Friday feels like a big sigh. I love Fridays. It's like Christmas Eve for weekends.
I wasted an hour of last evening, (half) watching the (not so) Real Housewives of Orange County. I feel bad about that, as I've said before, but at least I spent a half hour before that with Jillian Michaels', doing my second day of Shred Part One.
If you need a wake up call to just how not-in-shape you really are, do this workout. It includes jumping jacks, "jumping rope" (there is no rope...you pretend), pushups, diffent crunches, and a variety of lungey-type exercises. You also need some hand weights, because you'll do some squatty things and some lifty, arm-raisey things.
When you are finished, you will temporarily hate Jillian Michaels. But then, as you find that you really will be able to take the stairs once again (after your muscles stop protesting), you will like her again.
I learned from a colleague that Jillian apparently swears at overweight clients on The Biggest Loser. I have never seen this show (yes, I watch the Not Real Housewives, but not reality shows with actual goals or substance) but I can't imagine her screaming at someone about his or her "f***ing fat a**," which I guess was an exact quote because this colleague used it a few times in her description of Michaels' behavior. (Actually, she used it enough that I wanted her to stop, lest a passerby think she was calling me that...in which case I would have had to slap her loudly to defend my honor...)
Anyway, I'll let you know how this 30-Day Shred program works out for me. You're supposed to do it every day, but I won't be doing it on Fridays. Fridays are mine. I love them and they don't include early wake-ups for working out or pre-Steinvic-arrival work-outs. That is just how I roll. Hopefully, the Shred will still work for me and at the end of the month I will be...shredded. (That's a good thing, right?)
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Friday, November 20, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Fridays Are Good
I'm here. I'm fine. It's Friday. Thank goodness...
Yesterday was an adventure in plumbing. Wednesday night, I came home to a very wet utility room. The pipes going into our washing machine were leaking. Thankfully, the water hadn't ventured into the finished/carpeted area of our basement. I was able to get a first thing in the morning appointment with our awesome plumber. Mom - who really can be a saint when she wants to - came over and stayed so I didn't have to miss work. She encouraged the plumber to check out some other spots she was worried about and also our sometimes leaky kitchen sink. $401 and three hours later, our house is safe from the perils of leaking pipes, corroded valves and improperly installed dishwashers.
My jaw, which locked up last Sunday due to a Tango with TMJ, is finally almost 100%. This morning, my upper teeth and lower teeth can touch on both sides. We take these things for granted, people! I should be able to chew and eat normally, which is a relief since I have been eating soup all week long and it's getting kind of old!
Tonight, we have a work event for Steinvic up in Columbus, but then we'll come home tomorrow and be here through the weekend, including Monday's memorial.
Plumbing, money, TMJ...I'm asking you, G*d, can you cut a bitch a break!? Seriously...It's a good thing that I count my blessings daily...
Speaking of cutting a bitch a break, I have to comment on the Semenya situation. WTF, y'all? She doesn't look like a man. She looks like an athlete. She looks like a female to me. What, she was supposed to have on fake nails, a push up bra, heels, extensions and false lashes when she crossed the finish line? Come on!
How humiliated this young girl - and she is a young girl - must feel about herself, her sexuality, her attractiveness... the media has beaten all of this to pieces. At a time when she should be able to be proud of her tremendous accomplishments. Look what dedication and hard work got her - shame, speculation and embarrassment.
My hope is that somehow, this makes her angry. That somehow, she has enough self confidence, even at the young and tender age of 18, to give the press the middle finger and move forward. (Or fo-waad, Steinvic. Ha!)
I think something special needs to be done. The whole world owes this kid an apology.
UPDATE - ONE MORE THING: I was just talking to a co-worker about this and you know, something else occured to me... What also pisses me off (besides the fact that this entire situation was handled so poorly) is that of course a WOMAN couldn't possibly have this record-breaking time or improve this much, right? Couldn't be the training, couldn't be sheer will, couldn't be any of that. No, to do this well, she would have to be a MAN. I am not a feminist - I'm a humanist - but that is total bullshit. An insult to every woman.
Yesterday was an adventure in plumbing. Wednesday night, I came home to a very wet utility room. The pipes going into our washing machine were leaking. Thankfully, the water hadn't ventured into the finished/carpeted area of our basement. I was able to get a first thing in the morning appointment with our awesome plumber. Mom - who really can be a saint when she wants to - came over and stayed so I didn't have to miss work. She encouraged the plumber to check out some other spots she was worried about and also our sometimes leaky kitchen sink. $401 and three hours later, our house is safe from the perils of leaking pipes, corroded valves and improperly installed dishwashers.
My jaw, which locked up last Sunday due to a Tango with TMJ, is finally almost 100%. This morning, my upper teeth and lower teeth can touch on both sides. We take these things for granted, people! I should be able to chew and eat normally, which is a relief since I have been eating soup all week long and it's getting kind of old!
Tonight, we have a work event for Steinvic up in Columbus, but then we'll come home tomorrow and be here through the weekend, including Monday's memorial.
Plumbing, money, TMJ...I'm asking you, G*d, can you cut a bitch a break!? Seriously...It's a good thing that I count my blessings daily...
Speaking of cutting a bitch a break, I have to comment on the Semenya situation. WTF, y'all? She doesn't look like a man. She looks like an athlete. She looks like a female to me. What, she was supposed to have on fake nails, a push up bra, heels, extensions and false lashes when she crossed the finish line? Come on!
How humiliated this young girl - and she is a young girl - must feel about herself, her sexuality, her attractiveness... the media has beaten all of this to pieces. At a time when she should be able to be proud of her tremendous accomplishments. Look what dedication and hard work got her - shame, speculation and embarrassment.
My hope is that somehow, this makes her angry. That somehow, she has enough self confidence, even at the young and tender age of 18, to give the press the middle finger and move forward. (Or fo-waad, Steinvic. Ha!)
I think something special needs to be done. The whole world owes this kid an apology.
UPDATE - ONE MORE THING: I was just talking to a co-worker about this and you know, something else occured to me... What also pisses me off (besides the fact that this entire situation was handled so poorly) is that of course a WOMAN couldn't possibly have this record-breaking time or improve this much, right? Couldn't be the training, couldn't be sheer will, couldn't be any of that. No, to do this well, she would have to be a MAN. I am not a feminist - I'm a humanist - but that is total bullshit. An insult to every woman.
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