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Another Year Older June 26, 2008

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Today I turned 37.  The odd thing is that when I say it, it sounds YOUNG. Weird, eh?  I totally expected to bemoan the fact that I’m getting older, blah-blah-blah.  But for the first time since I hit 30, I’m really okay with it.

I’m blaming the semi-consistent running.  While I’ve had some issues with my weight lately, my joints and body as a whole actually feel really good.  I feel better this year than I did last year. That’s pretty decent.  I’ll take that.

I did resolve tonight to get back on track with my eating habits (ha ha).  Of course I had to indulge myself “one last time” with a supurb prime rib dinner.  Tonight was also further evidence that I will never be a vegetarian.  And of course I need to have my celebratory birthday icecream.  :-)

So, happy birthday to me.  It’s been a good year.  Here’s to better ones ahead.

Oh yeah, that exercise thing… June 17, 2008

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Why is it I can only focus on one thing at a time?  I finally rode Tigs Monday, and today I was supposed to run. Did I run? Nope. Tigger got a nice massage, though.  He likes those.

The plan today was this:

9am: Tigger gets his massage
11:50am: Kim gets her back cracked at the chiropractor
1:00pm: Kim & Sherene run at the gym
3:30pm: Kim picks up daughter from school, takes her to gymanstics.
5:30pm: Gymanstics is over, Kim takes girls home after relaxing with a magazine during class.
6:30pm: Kim prepares and serves a fabulous, nutritious meal that her family swoons over.

Here’s what actually happened:

9am: Tigger gets his massage
11:50am: Kim gets her backed cracked at the chirporactor
12:10pm: Kim realizes that she has no snacks for between school and gymnastics, so she heads to grocery store.
12:30pm: Kim calls Sherene. A mutual lunch date is scheduled instead of the run.
1:00pm: Kim arrives at Sherene’s, sandwiches and Starbucks in hand.
2:00pm: Kim goes on a hunt for blue eye shadow for daughter’s dress rehearsal (which she just remembered).
3:00pm: Kim uses last little bit of time to get batteries replaced in two clocks she’s had in her purse since February.
3:30pm: Kim picks up 2nd daughter and drives to gymnastics.
4:00pm: Kim drops off 1st daughter at gymnastics and takes 2nd daughter to Target to continue quest for blue eye shadow.
4:30pm: Blue eye shadow located. It’s just as hideous as Kim remembers. Daughter is thrilled.
5:15pm: Return to gymnastics only to be serenaded by daughter with “I’m bored, I’m bored, I’m bored, I’m bored…”
5:30pm: Gymnastics is over.
6:15pm: Both daughters are FINALLY loaded in the car.
6:30pm: Arrive home. Realize that there is no food to cook dinner with.
8:00pm: Family sits down to eat a smorgasborg of leftovers (asparagus, pizza, chicken nuggets, noodles).

And there you have it, a hectic yet minimally productive day.

What has kind of put the fork in all this is that I was supposed to meet Kristi at the gym tomorrow morning. Instead she cancelled because she went today (we were supposed to be going M/W/F).  I think we got our wires crossed because I got a definite “F-U” feeling from her on the phone.  Anywho, I should go to the gym in the morning, but I know that my motivation at that time of day is not stellar, especially alone. I do not have time to run later in the day, unless I want to sacrfice riding Tigger. That isn’t going to happen. So I feel that once again I’m on that slippery slope, being in danger of falling off the wagon.

We’ll see what tomorrow brings…

Darth Vader and … Emily? June 15, 2008

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The girls got Jeff a Star Wars lego set (Rogue Shadow) for Father’s Day. It comes with three figures: Darth Vader, Juno Eclipse, and Starkiller. Except, this is how the girls have been playing with it:

In the darkest voice a 7-year-old girl can muster: “I am Darth Vader! I am going to cut off your head!”

5-year-old waves Starkiller in the air: “I am Emily! And you can’t catch me!”

(Jeff casts her a glance out of the corner of his eye. “Emily?”, he thinks, “Who’s Emily?”)

Bear in mind, neither child has seen any of the Star Wars movies.

The battle continued, and Emily held her own pretty well. I think she was resurrected from the dead about 4-5 times. Vader’s hand was severed at least seven times but successfully reattached (ah, the beauty of Legos). Juno Eclipse was re-named Jasmine and proved to be a formiddable opponent to Vader as well. I think I could hear Lucas groaning.

The state of my horse is unknown. With dance recitals, dress rehearsals, company picnics, safety fairs, and work schedules I’ve only been able to steal away a few fleeting moments with Tigger. Just enough to give him a treat and a few scratches, and to let him know his mommy still loves him. I’m hoping the shoulder isn’t sore anymore.

Running has also fallen by the wayside. There has just been too much going on this week.

Next week is the last week of school and many of the girls’ activities and my responsibilities will be dropping off the schedule. After the 25th, I will just have work and the girls’ gymnastics to deal with. I believe that I will be able to start breathing regularly after that.

So, tomorrow starts a new week beginning with a lesson on Tigger (hopefully!) — CHARGE!

Accountability June 3, 2008

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Acountability. I has it. Or at least I will.

Accountability #1: Personal Fitness

I promised that I would post my “stats” to the blog for tracking.  Deep breath, here they are:

So the elephant is out of the closet.  :-)

In a few minutes I’ll be updating my “You on a Diet” page to reflect my new stats. Yeesh.  Every week I’ll weigh in, and every few weeks take some measurements.  I’m going to get a cute little food journal (the beat-up post-it-note is just not working) and write down EVERYTHING that passes over my lips.  It’s time to wake up and pay attention.

Accountability #2: The Horse

I have officially fallen off the wagon.  I’m in a rut.  A hole.  A cavern of procrastination.  It’s too easy to ignore Tigger.  There’s a whole slew of reasons which are quickly becoming excuses. Today I didn’t do his tennis ball massage because it was raining, I had my 5-year-old and it was her birthday (so I couldn’t have her wait in the car while I had my time, now could I?), and it was raining.  Did I mention it was raining?  Couple that with my neck/shoulder still driving me bonkers and, well, it became too easy not to leave the house.  So tomorrow morning I’m going to call Sherene and we’re going to work out a schedule.  I’m hoping it will have the same effect as our running dates do: knowing that someone will be there makes you more apt to go.  I want to schedule some evening time too.  If I want to maximize my time with Tigs, there will need to be some night-time work with him.  This will be especially important for the few (seldom) hot days we have here in the Pacific Northwest. As soon as I have my schedule with Sherene, I’m gonna post it.  I also have the goal of a clinic on July 18th.  I certainly don’t want to be unprepared for that.  I’m also going to pick another show, sometime in August, me thinks.

It’s time for action.  (I can hear a theme song already…)

I will walk with Kristi tomorrow (even if the neck/shoulder is a problem) if anything just to keep the routine.  There will be a run with Sherene on Thursday, then walk with Kristi on Friday, followed by a run with Sherene on Saturday, and MAYBE a run with Beth on Sunday (I’m not sure if she’s back from France yet).  I think that’s a good plan.

See, I feel better already.

Foggy-Foggy June 2, 2008

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I am just kind of in a fog right now. Last Wednesday, I tweaked my neck again. Nothing bad, just lost a little range of motion. Mostly irritating. Thursday I woke up with my right arm numb, all the way to the pinky. And of course, the chiro was closed that day. I have my regular appointment tomorrow, so I thought I could just muscle through it until then. By today I had enough. I met Kristi at the gym at 6am and went home at 6:20. All I wanted to do was lay down with my new-found love: the heating pad. I got an adjustment squeezed in between Samantha’s tap class and Veronica’s ballet class. I have my range of motion back, but there appears to be some soft tissue that is still angry. Being uncomfortable constantly is really draning. I honestly don’t know how people with chronic pain do it. I’m going to take a butt-load of Advil (my second drug of choice next to alcohol) and hopefully that will push me over the edge and I can feel normal again. At the moment I am quite grumpy.

This week is proving to unravel quickly. I had plans for a lesson today, but canceled that so I could work with a consultant on server migration. I was going to chaperone a fieldtrip tomorrow for the oldest daughter, but my neck is making that seem like a bad idea. Tuesday is also youngest daughter’s 5th birthday and somewhere in there a cake needs to be baked (I’m dying to see what kind of flavor “Fun-fetti” is). I had carved out time to ride Wednesday morning, but that’s been dashed so I can take advantage of the consultant again (which is a REALLY good thing, but I am disappointed that I’m not going to see my horsey). Thursday and Friday are blips on the radar screen, and I don’t even want to think about them right now. Throw in 9 hours of extra-curricular activities between both girls after school between Monday and Thursday and, well, I’m starting to fray around the edges. Summer can’t get here fast enough.

I realize this is a “pick yourself up by the bootstraps” moment, but I just don’t want to. At least not yet. I’ll get to that tomorrow. Tomorrow I *will* go see my horse. I *need* to go see my horse. It’s a small gesture, but it’s all I can offer right now. It’s time for a little bit of “Kim” time. I might just give him a tennis-ball massage.