Thursday, April 28, 2011

Consistency

I was just blog hopping again, because my mind is pretty much mush these days, and I made a comment on somebody's blog that made me think.
I am SO inconsistent.


I used to be pretty good about having the same workout schedule every week.
Even the 2 year old knew what to expect.
But lately I've had a really hard time being consistent with anything.


I haven't been squeezing in my Sunday afternoon runs.
I haven't been diligent about my Thursday night class at the gym.
I skipped they gym on Tuesday this week because I'm still traumatized by last weeks events.
My diet has been anything but consistent.
I haven't even tracked my mileage (if there was any) on dailymile like I had been doing.


I feel like I fell off the train and it is going by me so fast that I don't know how to jump back on!!!


I am so good at making excuses about why I am making bad choices.
And let's face it, that's all they are.
Bad choices.
I need to get better at making good choices and worse at making good excuses.




Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Can I get an amen?

Not much to say today, so I thought that I would blog hop a little before posting.
Always a bad idea.


But Keelie is running her first half marathon and posted about her anxiety.
I love what she said...

Why is it so hard to set a goal? I'll tell you why. Because every time you do, it creates the possibility for failure. No one wants to fail. Failure is hard. It's embarrassing. It's humbling. It's painful. It can be debilitating. And every time we set a goal we create the possibility for failure.


I also found this over at Kevin's blog.
I've been a fan of Pink's voice for a while now, but usually not her message.
This however?
Love. (minus the profanity of course)


Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Who's coming with me?

In my internet/blog searches as of late, I came across this really cool thing.
A marathon in a month. At my pace.
They don't have to be organized runs.
I could do a mile a day.
But, I have the chance to win some really cool stuff.
And?
I'll actually be doing something.
Which is more than I can say for myself as of late.
So, I'm totally signing up, and starting the whole thing off with a 5K with Husband.


Who's coming with me?

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

This is what happens

I woke up this morning with absolutely no motivation to go to the gym.
Yes, this has been my norm, but it was magnified like 20 times today.
Mallory is home from school, and I didn't really want to pay the extra $3 to put her in the childcare, and it would have been super fun to have the time to just play with the kids. All of them. Plus,  she was really excited about being home with mommy today.


But I went to the gym anyway, because I've been feeling super guilty about my total lack of motivation lately.


I paid my $9, put the kids in the childcare, and went in to my BodyPump class.


Of course, about 20 minutes in, they came to get me to change a diaper. Of course.


So I grabbed my bag and went in to the bathroom in the KidZone to change said diaper.


I pulled down the changing table and threw my bag in the sink so that I wouldn't have to bend over while trying to hold tank baby on the table with one hand.
And then I heard the water running.
In the sink.
Where my bag was.
Which normally wouldn't be tragic, right?
Except that the only part of the bag that was filling with water?


The pocket that was holding my cell phone and iPod.
Of course.


I frantically tried to dry off my iPod and my cell phone while my baby lay naked on the changing table.


And then I decided that maybe I should put a diaper on him before he decided to make everything else wet too, if you catch my drift.


So I changed his diaper and continually tried to take my phone apart, because that's what I've heard you're supposed to do if it gets wet. 
Only it was wet. So it was slippery.


I finally got the phone taken apart, and broke the case off of the iPod so that it least it was as dry as possible.


And then I brought them home to this.



Which supposedly helps.


But if this is what happens when you try to boost your motivation and actually go to the gym? I'm out.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Grumpy

I am grumpy. 
Pretty much every day.
And I don't know why.
Or how to fix it.
I've been indulging far too often.
Skipping workouts because it just seems like too much effort.
Being mean to Husband.
Taking it out on kids.
Yuck.
Grumpy.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Abundance

I have an issue.
Well, lots of them actually, but one specific that I'm willing to admit and ask for help with.


I have an issue with too much food.
And I'm not just talking about eating too much of it.
I'm talking about ordering too much of it.
Supplying too much of it.
Baking too much of it.


We had Wesley's one year birthday party this past weekend. 
There were 58 people on the list to attend.
So we ordered 10 pizzas.
Costco pizzas.
Gigantic pizzas.
Huge miscalculation on our part.


And as far as cupcakes are concerned, well I couldn't stop at 48, because then, if everyone were to actually show up (which we know never happens) then there wouldn't be enough for everyone to have one.
So we baked 72.
And then people couldn't make it.
And some people don't eat cupcakes.


So I was left with 7 pizzas and about 40 cupcakes.
Too. Much. Food.


I am always worried when I have a party that there won't be enough food.
That I will run out of something.
That people will have to do with only one serving. GASP.


So I guess my question is, what do you do when you have a party? Do you oversupply? Or do you just not worry if you run out of something?


And why do I have such a big issue with it? It's not like I was starved as a young child or anything. Obviously.


Thursday, April 7, 2011

Super Easy Mango Chicken

Everybody should have a couple of go to recipes for which they always have the ingredients on hand.
You know, for the nights that you just don't feel like cooking. (which for me happens way more than I'd like to admit)
This is one of our go to dinners.
Hope you enjoy!

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Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Turtle Style

So I realized the other day that it has been almost a year since I first started running using the C25K program.
I know because I've kind of restarted it, only this time, I'm using it to increase my speed.
I know it sounds crazy, but I have got to do something to speed up.
Because I'm so stinking slow when I run.
Yes, I have had a couple of 11 minute miles. But even that is super slow for some most people.
My average pace is somewhere between 12 and 13 minutes/mile.
Too. Stinking. Slow.
And I really don't know how to speed up.
My legs could totally go faster.
My lungs? Not so much.
I know that I'm totally the turtle. That yes, I finish the race.
But I'm sick of running turtle style.
I want to just run.


Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Vegas...

So I think that whatever happened in Vegas totally didn't stay in Vegas. 
It came home with me, and I'm afraid it will join me on the scale this week.


Alcohol.
Food.
Walking.


I normally don't drink, but for an occasional sip here or there, but I totally did the tourist thing and shared a yard long margarita with Husband Saturday night. And then there was the second margarita on Sunday afternoon. I would like to say that I feel really guilty about both of them. But I don't. I love me a margarita, and it's been a really long time since I had one. Or two.


I pretty much threw caution to the wind this weekend when it came to food choices. I know that I could have done better, but I enjoyed every single calorie and savored every bite.


Oh, the walking. I know for a fact that Sunday afternoon alone we put in at least 5 miles. After our trip to the gym on Sunday morning. So I know that I could have made better choices on what I put in to my mouth. But I also know that we could have gotten in our car and driven everywhere, and instead we walked.


I am in no way delusional enough to think that walking around Vegas is in any way going to negate the thousands of calories that I ingested this weekend. Nor am I trying to justify it.


But we had a great time in Vegas. 
Just Husband and me.
No children.
No schedule.


How do you do Vegas?