Friday, January 4, 2008
Black Widow
Now see the reason I even found the black widow is because I actually went to the basement and got close enough to the treadmill to touch it! Now that's progress. No the spider wasn't on the treadmill....it hasn't sat idle long enough for wildlife to have taken up residency yet. I was looking around to find the best spot to set up a tv down there so when I do get on the stupid thing I can at least watch some QVC and make myself happy by buying a nice little something for myself while I'm miserable for 30 minutes on the stupid treadmill. :-)
I think I will have a frosty beverage, sit back and read my book a while. You know come to think of it my favorite kind of book to read is murder mystery, detective, conspiracy, spy type stories. Maybe I do have a little of that black widow in me. "I kill you!" }:-(
LOL later ladies!!
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Virgin-ia Blogger
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Wonder Woman vs. The Gym Beeyatches
You know the type...Perky, skinny as shit, perfectly ponytailed, perfectly outfitted women. They usually don't work outside of the home (at least they don't have any babies/small children at home), but live at the the gym between 8:30 and 2pm while their rug rats are at school. They are the ladies who meet their girlfriends in the cafe or Sta.rbu.cks in their cute sweat suits prior to their workout and then stand in the freaking middle of the gym floor after - chitchatting about Bobby Joe's braces...AND they act like they own the freakin' gym. I hate them and want to be one of them at the same time. BEEEYATCHES!
I'm part of the Super Women Gym Beeyatch Group. We throw our gym stuff in a bag, often forgetting socks or a sports bra (OOOOH, I hate when that happens - ever work out in your super suit?) We come to the gym either at the crack of dawn or after 5 pm cause we are busy Saving the MFn' World AND keeping a home. We don't have time to get to the gym an hour before and stay and hour after. We got shyat to do...save the world, defeat tyranny, cook dinner, clean house, homework & throw a freakin dinner party without so much as breaking a sweat. We don't have coordinated workout outfits NOR do we often match. We are there to get a workout and go home or back to our Super Duties.
Well, this morning was the 1st day back to the official Super Duties. I had gassed up the Invisible Plane for a business trip to a God forsaken hole in the wall and since I didn't have to leave until 3, I decided to go to the gym to take a Total Conditioning class that I've discovered and love. When I got there 5 minutes before class (not an hour prior with my Cappuccino in hand), it is packed. I found a spot way up at the front of the class (right in front of the mirror), but there are barely any hand weights of any significance left. The instructor says that we will have to share weights and starts the class. The Gym Beeyatch next to me (in her perfectly coordinated Ni.k.ie outfit and matching shoes) has 3 sets of weights (17.5, 15, 12lbs). She is only using the 17.5lbers so I ask if I could use her 12's. She looked at me with sheer derision (if laser beams came from this heffers eyes, I would have died right there), ROLLED HER MFn' EYES and said nothing. Just went right on with the workout. Do you now how hard it was NOT to slap the sweat off her smug face? I snatched the weights up and didn't even think to give em back.
Lord, being Wonder woman and holding back on using my super powers on ordinary mortals is really challenging me. I wanted (and could have) to kill her SOOOOOO bad.
It was a great workout despite the Gym Beeyatch. Next time I plan to get there earlier and taker her freakin' spot. She what she's got to say then.
FORGIVE THEM...FOR THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO.
day 2
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Tips from Dr. Ian Smith
And I'll be damned if I let hot_tamale's husband group of men do better than us. It is just not in the realm of possibility.
Anyway, here are some tips I just read from Dr. Ian Smith and The 50 Million Pound Challenge.
1. Get real and be specific. Write down three or four realistic goals that you can stick to. For example, "I will try to lose one poud of body fat every week. I will walk for 30 minutes, minimum, five days a week." Avoid fantasy-land goals that will only frustrate you.
Here are my goals:
- Drink 1/2 my body weight in water every day.
- Lose 40lbs by Sept 1, 2008 (that's 5 lbs/month).
- No carbs after 4pm.
2. Get prepared. Throw away all the junk, the processed and the "bingeable" food NOW, and replace them with fresh, whole foods, like lots of water and veggies. During a lifestyle change, if you fail to plan, then you plan to fail!
I am purchasing a new scale that also determines body fat.
3. Get support. Whether it's your best friend, neighbor, spoiuse or pet. It helps to have some nonjudgemental and nurturing support when trying to lose weight, especially during trying times.
That's what I got all of my Super Hero Ladies for!
4. Make daily notes. Research has shown that keeping track of your daily exercise and food intake in a journal or notebook will increase the likelihood of success. The key is to hold yourself acountable.
Between this blog and my food journal, I can't fail.
5. Start small. Choose an activity you can do anywhere, anytime. You don't need to have a gym membership to get fit.
Nope ya don't, but I'm using my gym and my trainer from hell.
D-day/Starting day
Happy New Year!!!
So all you phat and fabulous women that have signed up here already, hike up your panties girls...to my office mate, keep me off those bagles. I want to look good when summer rolls through this year. I'll be wearing that target size before you know it and will show you the tag in the back of my hoochie mama jeans to prove it! Yeah baby...
The treadmill is calling.......good thing I'm hard of hearing in one ear and it's all the way in the basement because it won't see the bottom of my shoes today. I will go for a short walk later though around the block down to the river. Gotta start some where.
Happy 2008 ladies......it has to better than 2007. 99% of this 07 just sucked big slimey rotten eggs. It can only go up while my weight goes down.