bionic blather

The problem is that really great clothes just don't look the same when you have a muffin top.  This is what motivates me. Fashion. Shallow? I don't really care.

I have been a very good girl. I haven't missed a workout.  I did have some sweets yesterday but they were of the most delectable type that are worth every calorie.  Besides, this is a lifestyle change for me, not a diet. And my lifestyle will always include delectables.

When the Boy was two I ran a marathon.  Here's the problem with running marathons (other than blood in your pee and your toenails falling off): After the marathon you are used to eating what ever you like.  So you eat all this stuff but you aren't training any more so you don't burn off the calories.  It really sucks.

Thus the muffin top.

But I do have good news. I have had two, count them, two days where I felt like my old self again.  My energy was back and I felt really good.  It's not a lot, but it gives me hope that the good doctor might be worth his weight in beans.

So I'm starting to feel good and bionic and all.  But I am in desperate need of some good tuneage.  This is where you come in.

What songs do you have on your workout playlist?  Don't be shy. I'm am an admitted music snob, except for workout music.  Bring on the 80's hairbands, show tunes, teeny bopper jive, rap, whatever.  Really.  

restoration

First off, yesterday I had the most enlightening doctor appointment I've ever had.  The guy listened to me. He really listened. And he asked a lot of questions. And he gave me unconventional ideas about how to get my energy back to where I need it to be.  Then he said my neck muscles where really tight and I needed a massage. Five minutes later a nurse came in and massaged my neck for twenty minutes.

I said Amen to that.

If you live in the area and you need a good doctor, I've got one for ya. Just ask me.

After the doctor, I went to spin at the gym and got my trash kicked around.  My butt hurts like hell this morning.

I had an appointment at noon to meet up with a fellow silversmith to see her studio and talk shop.  I could have walked around her house all day taking photos and manhandling stuff.  She's an artist through and through.  So glad we finally connected. You can see her work here.

Then it was back to the home front to take up my post as mommy and short order cook.

After the evening's craziness, when my babies were tucked away into their beds, I went through my jewelry box. This is a little ritual I have that makes me ever so happy.

I swear sometimes I'm like a big ol' moth to the flame when it comes to sparkly things.  Can't get enough.

I laid my weary body down next to my sleeping bear.  My head was buzzing. Full of ideas.  

I decided it is time to get back to my roots.  Silversmithing.  I decided to never quit spinning, because it makes me feel strong.  I decided that my children are, indeed, the most gorgeous human beings on the planet and my husband an amalgam of all things that I love in this world.

I fell asleep feeling restored.  

I didn't know I was off track.

I was.

these boobs were made for cuddling. . .

And that's just what they'll do. One of these days these boobs are going down a size or two.

I haven't worked out for almost three weeks. Three weeks people! I've been slowly gaining weight over the last year or so and now I find that I am a solid fifteen pounds over weight.

It always goes to my boobs first, then my belly and arms and thighs. Ug.

I actually allowed myself to think (get this) that it is okay to have a few extra pounds on when you first get a baby. It's nature's way of making a soft cuddly place for the baby to rest.

It's a great theory and it works well, IF YOU ARE PREGNANT.

I've got four weeks to lose some weight and I'm getting serious. Really. This time I'm serious.

As of last night I am down 0 pounds and up one peppermint Oreo. Let's see what today brings.

run for your life

My life has been a little crazy. I've been on the run, both figuratively and literally. Thus, no posts.

We took a weekend trip to see our best friends from our law school days. They are like Army buddies to us. Friendships formed in the trenches are deep and lasting. They knew us when we didn't have two cents to rub together, when we were down and out. They were right there with us. Friendship between us really isn't a choice, they are family.

My computer crashed for the second time. I feel like Darth Vader. Shut my computer down and I'm just a blob of quivering flesh unable to function. It's scary really. I have been running to friends houses to check my email and such. The super "helpful" people at HP have told me that I must box up my computer and send it to them for diagnostics. I should have it back in an undisclosed amount of time. I'm so thrilled I could just gouge my eyes out.

I have been working on some ideas for articles for the Top Rockstar blog. I'd like to do some interviews with some fairly successful indie artists.

And I'm running. I need to lose about ten pounds of muffin top and I have found, for me, the fastest way depudgify is to run like hell. I joined a group called Racy Ladies. I'll be running 5-7 miles with this group twice a week. They are trail runs and I find them really challenging. I plan on running a long (8-12) mile run along the coast on Saturday mornings.

Amy, Dave, Ryan, Sugar Daddy, Me, Dad

Running is in my blood. My father has run for years. He does marathons, ultra marathons and super long trail runs. He is amazing. He and I are alike in that we really don't enjoy organized races that much. I ran a marathon a few years ago. I won't do it again. It wasn't the distance, it was the people. I can't stand the hype. As mean as it sounds, when people cheer from the sidelines, I just want to cover my ears and get away as soon as possible. I'll run the distance again, I'll just start from my front door and run with my dad.

My little sister convinced me to run in the North Ogden Cherry Days race on the 4th of July. I only agreed because my whole family, minus my older sister and mom, were running. I ended up having a good time, even when I ran the wrong way (evidence of my directional impairment).

The contest for the $50 iTunes gift card is still going (see previous post). Help me spread the word! The soft launch is August 15th.